The smoke and dust in the attic have not completely dissipated, and there is still a faint haze wafting and wafting, like a faint veil lingering.

Delick and Miara faced each other silently, their figures surrounded by the dim afterglow, looking hazy and silent.

A breeze blew into the attic, the curtains swayed gently, and the eyes of the two met to reveal unspeakable emotion.

"Is that you?"

Miara asked softly, her eyes revealing a hint of unease, like a fawn hunching on the edge of the unknown.

At first, she just saw the familiar posture, and saw the figure that she had been thinking about for days, and she was not 100% sure. After all, the other party was wearing a cloak and a mask on his face.

But the moment her eyes crossed, she could be sure of a lot of things, but then she didn't dare to be sure, to be sure of this nightmarish reality.

Delik still stood quietly, he didn't respond, he didn't move, he was as stunned as in the academy, and Miara couldn't help but clench her fists suddenly.

Whew-

The girl's movements were swift and remarkable, and she quickly poured into the room with an autumn wind, and swung her palm into a knife, cutting through the smoke and dust wafting in the attic in an instant.

Derick dodged the slash of his hand knife sideways, and he quickly withdrew the blade in his hand into the cuff, without any intention of stabbing again.

"Why don't you talk back?! We all thought that you left school in disheart because of the death of your teacher, but what are you doing now?! ”

Miara continued to reach into claws, reaching straight for Delik's demon mask, her short gray-blue hair dancing with the movements.

Her eyes flickered with rage, and the corners of her mouth trembled slightly, as if she was trying to restrain the excitement in her heart, but she could not hide the fire in her heart.

Like a sturdy cheetah, Delick calmly dodges incoming attacks, his body as flexible as flowing water, and every dodge is like a dance step in a melody, light and rhythmic, as if there is a mysterious power guiding his movements.

As silent as ever, he didn't know what to say at this time, he could feel that there was no real hostility on Miaara's body, and the other party had not used the slightest magic or divine power.

But he still can't stay for long, although the viscount he is currently in does not have a gold-level powerhouse, if he makes too much of a move, it will eventually attract a steady stream of members of the Pantheon and noble forces to come, and it is only a matter of time before the strong man arrives.

"Damn wood!"

Miara's angry expression became more and more apparent, her brow furrowed, her teeth clenched, her eyes bloodshot, and she stared at Delick deadly.

"I have to do this, come and hunt me down as if you were a calamity, and in this way, you will definitely get the great merit of salvation."

After a dodge in which his cloak was nearly caught, Derick uttered a riddle in a hoarse voice.

He still remembered what Rogers had said about the bait mission, and when he saw Miara at this moment, he suddenly wanted to use himself as bait in the mission.

"What kind of nonsense are you talking about?!"

Miyala's voice trembled slightly, and there was a deep dissatisfaction in her tone, and every word seemed to be stimulated with force, as if it was about to gush out anger in one go.

"Viscounty of Damir."

Drake still didn't explain, but left a place name, and the cloak on his body suddenly turned into a ghost, and in an instant melted into the gradually falling night.

With the sound of the air being pinched and exploded, showing Miara's grasp of the air again, she frowned and turned her head to look at the window angrily.

Just as she was about to make a routine report to the Pantheon, she took out the same paper from her sleeve pocket that connected with the "Rutgers Club" in St. Herthe.

After taking a slow, deep breath, Miara poked out her fingertips and slowly scribbled lines of words on the paper.

……

On the bed in the palace bedroom, the heavy flannel curtain blocked the noise of the outside world, and the bed was covered with soft velvet bedding, and Rogers was leaning back against the bed, holding the various messages from Derick, slowly flipping through them.

"Good things you did." Alina squinted at Rogers, her tone full of disgust and sarcasm without mercy.

Rogers only rubbed his nose with his fingers, and he understood that Alina was sneering after seeing Drak's reaction.

At the beginning of his time in St. Herte, he still had a lot of wavering in his heart, and he had not made up his mind to fake his death speech in order to ascend.

So at that time, he didn't stop Miara and Derick from getting closer, and he never thought that there was really a relationship between the two, otherwise Derik would not have made such a move.

"When everything is over, it will always be fine."

The sigh spilled softly, and with a sense of helplessness, Rogers slowly folded the paper and put it into the magic book on the side, and then put the book away.

"Sleep."

Then he pulled up the futon and shrunk into the bed, and just as Alina also shrank into the bed, ready to habitually hug Rogers, the two of them moved in unison.

Rufia, who should have been asleep, opened her eyes wide and watched Rogers and Alina's movements with a sparkle of light.

"Ahem, what are you doing without sleeping?"

Rogers asked with a hint of embarrassment for some reason, raising his hand and rubbing Rufia's head beside him.

Today, Rufia did not sleep next to Alina, but on Rogers' side, her eyes blinking, with questions, exploration, and grievances in her eyes.

"Are you secretly doing bad things behind my back?"

Rufia pouted, her tone revealing an inquiry into injustice.

Originally, everyone said that no matter what she did in the future, she would not leave her, but she has been busy for Rutgers's faith in the past few days, and she has never had her own dreams for a long time, but blindly sows Rogers' knowledge among believers.

In such a hard time, it is really hateful that two friends still treat themselves like this.

As she spoke, she suddenly got up, lifted the quilt, pressed Rogers's body, and squeezed straight between the two.

Alina watched Rufia's movements, but she only showed a funny expression and didn't say much.

"Will you give me some of your dreaming powers?" Rogers asked abruptly, scraping the tip of Lufia's nose.

Dreams are really a good way to communicate, and he is afraid that he has something that he can't control well, so he can't contact the person he wants to contact.

"Willing must be willing, but how to divide it?" There was no hesitation in Rufia's words, but the distress of how to share.

"It's not a difficult thing, I'll take the initiative to take it with you then, as long as you agree, let's sleep." Rogers finally pinched Rufia's nose and lay back on his back, speaking slowly.

He suddenly discovered that since awakening the memories of his previous life, he had been plundering all the way.

Whether it is an opponent or the people around him, there are important things that are constantly converging on him, turning into firewood for his ascension and advanced nourishment.

With a complicated mind, Rogers gradually entered into rest.

The next day, the rising sun silently appeared on the horizon, breaking the silence of the night.

The stars in the night sky retreated one after another, hurrying away in the direction of dawn, leaving a faint afterglow until they were gently wrapped in the morning light and disappeared.

The clouds stretched and soft, draped in the edge of the morning light, like brilliant colorful clouds, dancing in the infinite sky.

While Alina and Rufia went about their work in the palace bedroom, Rogus went to the front yard, pulled out the silver ring, and slowly poured magic into it.

The silver glow intertwined like a dream, reflecting Alice's silhouette and quickly outlining her clear figure.

"Good morning." The corners of Alice's mouth tugged at a slightly forced smile, and the moment she saw Rutgers, she opened her mouth to say hello.

"Good morning." Rogers put the silver ring back away, smiling in response.

This morning, Alice contacted Rogers shortly after leaving St. Helte for the sake of the Scourge, and suggested that she would like to meet.

Rogers readily agreed, and at this time, the plan was already rolled out, and it was time for Alice's cooperation and help.

However, compared to the past, Alice at this time seemed to have lost her former color, exuding subtle exhaustion and weakness, her eyes were slightly sluggish, and she had a sense of aimless wandering.

"Things can always be seen on two sides, and the fact that Sriet is saying may seem like a mockery of the name of the Holy Maiden, but at the same time it deconstructs your duty so that you really don't have to be too burdened by it.

"And no matter what, it is a fact that we have been eradicating the calamities that threaten living beings, and no amount of absurd background can erase the merits we have established."

Rogers' tone was gentle and firm, trying to bring a touch of comfort and comfort to Alice.

"Hmm." Alice pursed her lips and nodded slightly, as if she didn't want to talk about it, and then looked at Rutgers and changed the subject:

Ruka, Gorol, Veredia, and Illyath were all thrilled to hear the news from Miala, and it was estimated that they would leave the school in the afternoon to join in the search for Derik.

"It's just that Elias, as the princess of the royal family, is likely to be unable to move freely, and can only provide some marginal help.

"These kids are smart, and they all know that the only person who can influence Delik here is you, so they should all have a glimmer of hope."

Alice's words were as soft as the wind, and Rogers only bowed his head slowly, although these apprentices were the product of his experimental attempts, but it was impossible to say that there was no trace of affection.

But he didn't want to say anything about it, and everything just went smoothly.

Immediately, he talked to Alice in detail about his next plans, including his strength and the Pantheon's ability to seal his "Tranquility House".

"Now I can almost be said to be invincible, even if someone can bombard me with a forbidden spell, it will only send me to the path of ascension, but it will not erase my essence.

"It's just that all this I have bothered to do is to be able to stay in this world better, instead of sitting on the high throne of God."

As Rogers spoke, he pointed to his palm, and after the splash of light pierced his palm, the next second time was like rewinding, making his palm return to its original state in an instant.

"You can test me at will, if you don't have the demigod level or have a special attack attribute, you probably won't be able to touch me at all, after all, I can now rest part of my time and space at will to maintain absolute stability.

"So don't worry about my safety anymore, I'm very strong now, more powerful than you think."

He spread his fingers out in front of Alice, raising an eyebrow to signal that the other party could try.

Even if he was sluggish, he could feel that Alice's mentality at the moment was a little sluggish, and it was not suitable for receiving too much stimulation, and he had to let the other party settle down.

The smile that Alice had worked so hard to squeeze out reluctantly bloomed from the corners of her lips, reflecting her deep eyes, flashing with a subtle sadness.

The curvature of the corners of the lips seems a little stiff, it is no longer natural and brilliant, but seems to have become a drama performed to escape reality.

"So according to the rituals of ancient times, now you are the catastrophe that you must be crusaded by me, and this world is to let you play the role of the catastrophe well, so I will constantly try to exclude you from the current world, right?"

She stared into Rogers' eyes, deduced and pieced together this possibility from Rogers's words, and asked slowly and softly.

"There is a reason for this, but it's hard to say that this is the main thing, and when I have fully mastered my merits and balanced them, this is a problem that is not difficult to solve."

Rogers frowned slowly, he always felt that Alice's question was a bad omen, so he followed up and said, "I have a hunch that it won't be too long before the future problems will no longer be problems." ”

Alice raised her hands and patted her cheeks, her movements gentle and resolute, as if to scatter the shadow of decadence, revealing a faint but firm determination.

Then her eyes began to focus, the hole flowing in it seemed to be filled little by little, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, although the smile still seemed far-fetched, but it revealed a hint of hope for the future.

"I see, I'll find a way to let the Pantheon know the root cause of the catastrophe of the end of the world, and then get them to agree to use the seal to try to solve the cycle of calamity for a long time."

Her expression gradually brightened, her eyes were no longer blurred, and her tone gradually became firmer, as if she had found a direction after that.

Rogers looked at Alice's rapidly changing expression, and his frowning brow showed no sign of easing, for he always felt that there was something wrong with it, but no matter how much he thought about it, he could not grasp the thread of many speculations.

(End of chapter)