Unlimited See the Ancient

"I am the sin bishop of the Witch Cult! Laziness! Pettigius Romanee-Conti!"

Chapter 31 Selection

"The Bishop of Sin?"

Under Qin Mo's reminder, Emilia had long known that the Witch Cult might attack her, but she didn't expect it to come so quickly.

And there was even a bishop who was named a major sin.

"Yes! Honorable witch!"

The excited voice of Pettigius reached Emilia's ears.

"I'm not a witch." Emilia lowered her head, as if to justify something.

"Not... a witch? Why do you think you're not a witch? Why why why why why why?"

"Crack!"

He bit off the last finger of his right hand.

"Oh! You didn't look me in the eyes! You must be lying!"

A happy expression appeared on Pettigius' face.

"If you weren't a witch! How could you have this look! How could you have this beauty!"

"Everything is the witch's choice!"

He poked his finger at his temple and grabbed it so hard that the skin cracked and blood seeped from it.

Emilia kept her head down and did not lift it up.

Why is he the only half-elf with silver hair?

Do you really have any connection with the jealous witch?

The silver-haired half-elf girl sometimes asks herself that.

The more you don't want to believe it, the more desperately you want to suppress this thought.

The more and more this idea pops up in my mind.

Hearing Pettigius' crazy words, Emilia was shaken like never before.

"You're just escaping from the reality you don't want! Keep escaping, escaping, escaping, escaping, escaping!"

Pettigius grabbed Emilia's silver hair, lifted her head, and brought his blood-splattered face to Emilia's eyes.

"But, witch! Escape is not allowed."

"You are the witch! This is your reality! This is the meaning of your existence!"

Is this really your reality?

"No! Lady Emilia is definitely not a witch!"

Just when the silver-haired half-elf felt despair, Rem's firm voice came from her ears.

"Rem!" Emilia looked at the blue-haired maid tenderly, her blue-purple eyes filled with emotion.

While at the mansion, Emilia wanted to be friends with Rem and Ram.But these two people only maintained their respect on the surface, but in their hearts they didn't care about them at all, and she even noticed that Rem had a slight hostility towards her.

Now that Rem can say such words, Emilia is moved.

"Lord Emilia doesn't have the scent of a witch at all!" The blue-haired maid looked at Peticius with disgust.

Obviously, Rem just wanted to protect Emilia silently, waiting for Qin Mo's arrival.

But seeing Emilia's desperate and helpless eyes, she felt very unpleasant, and couldn't help but began to refute Pettitius.

Why has it become like this?

Rem remembered Emilia's warm embrace when she fell off the dragon carriage, holding her tightly.

Emilia-sama, very gentle, Rem's face turned slightly red.

"No love? Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

"Crack!"

Pettigius began to gnaw at the fingers of his left hand.

"Indeed, indeed, indeed, indeed, indeed, inconceivable, unstable, uneasy, incomprehensible... In this situation, the trial is coming..."

"Crack!"

"Trial?"

"Trial! That's right! It's a trial! As long as she passes the trial, she can become a real witch! Ahhhhhh! How wonderful!"

Pettigius fell into doubt on his own, and then answered it himself.

"This is what the Gospel dictates!"

"This is love love love love love love love-"

"Gospel must be obeyed! Love has been given! Give love back!"