They recognized their feelings, but the knight had been reincarnated as a fox cub

"So, can you please take the iron lump off your head? Don't you feel like your brain is missing a string because of the lack of air circulation for a long time?" Rowling said unhappily. "The way you talk, it's okay if I'm your colleague, but if I were your girlfriend, I'd probably be pissed off to death."

"..............." Fate didn't understand. Which sentence did he say wrong? After thinking about it, it was right?

Letting her cover herself with a quilt shows that you care about her and is also in line with objective laws. How could it be considered wrong?

Forget it, Fate gave up thinking.

Women are so hard to understand, every woman is the same.

Ah, why should I be angry with him?

Rowling felt a little helpless. Seeing the other party trying to understand but not quite understanding, Rowling concluded that the other party would definitely not be able to understand.

"Tonight, I want to sleep in the church!" Rowling was too lazy to be tactful after being irritated by Fate.

"Oh, but you said your home is cold, isn't the church even colder?" Fate noticed the blind spot. "The church is so big, and there's drafts coming in from all directions, and there aren't many sets of blankets, so it's definitely not as warm as home, right?"

He was not exaggerating. If he hadn't had his mink coat to keep warm, he really wouldn't be able to stand the temperature here. To put it bluntly, such a big church is definitely not suitable for living. It's okay in the summer, but the temperature is very low in the autumn and winter, and it's useless to cover yourself with several quilts.

"............." Rowling's face suddenly turned dark.

No, she has talked to this point and this idiot still doesn't understand? ?

"What's wrong, Mr. Fate, you can sleep in the church all year round, but I can't?" Rowling snorted.

"No, no, I didn't mean that. I just said that the church is not a good place for people to live."

"Aren't you human?"

"......." Fate was at a loss for words. "What I mean is, if you have a home, there's no need to sleep in a church."

"I don't care. I'm going to sleep here tonight."

"Uh uh..." Fate scratched his head. He always felt that Rowling was like a little girl now. The more he tried to stop her, the more she wanted to make trouble with him. Even her lips were pouting so much that they could be hung with an iron hook.

"Or do you not welcome me?"

"No, no, you are very welcome." Fate pulled out a silk scarf from somewhere and waved it as a flag. "Warmly welcome."

Chapter 85: 83~Who is he?

"Mr. Fate, do you usually sleep here?" Looking at the prayer bench covered with bedding, Rowling's expression changed slightly.

Indeed, every morning when I arrived, I could see Fate sleeping on a prayer chair, with only a tin can exposed on his body, and his expanding and contracting sleepy bubbles could be seen through the gaps.

"Don't you think sleeping on the couch is a bit hard?"

"It's okay. I'm used to it so it doesn't matter anymore." When he was on the march, he had slept everywhere. Grass, mud, swamps, woods, mountains, coniferous forests, and he even slept with a bear in the wild. He was a veteran.

It was also this experience that trained him to have the ability to sleep soundly anywhere. Having a place to be sheltered from the wind and rain, a good environment, and a place to sleep lying down was already very good. If it were some remote and dangerous place, people would have to sleep standing up all the time and wake up at the slightest noise.

"You sleep on this side, and I'll sleep on that side." Men and women should not have physical contact, so Fate specifically let Rowling sleep on the bench at the other end of the church near the statue, while she slept on the bench near the gate.

"What's wrong?" After handing the bedding to Rowling, he saw that the other party was reluctant to speak.

"It's a bit far..." Rowling hesitated.

"Not far, right? It's quite close to the statue." Fate glanced at the statue.

"I'm not talking about the statue!" Rowling pursed her lips.

"Oh, what does that mean?"

"............" Sometimes Rowling even doubted whether the canned man did it on purpose. It was not that he did not understand, he just simply wanted to have fun.

"I want to sleep a little closer to you! Is that not possible?!" Seeing that this tin can was really stupid, Rowling could only give up and clench her fists.

"......." This really surprised Fate. "You want to sleep next to me?"

"Why, is it not possible?" Rowling gave him a resentful look.

"walk slowly."

After seeing Rowling spread the bedding she gave him on the bench next to him, Fate pointed in the direction of the door. "There's a place to get water outside to wash up. You know better than me, right?"

"No need, I've already washed up." Rowling pursed her lips.

Oh, it turns out you came prepared.

"Are you afraid of sleeping alone?" Fate asked.

"............." Rowling paused while making the bed and remained silent.

Also.

No matter who it is, it would be difficult to calm down after encountering such a thing. Moreover, this nun, apart from her job position, is just a girl in her early twenties. How could she not be afraid when faced with nightmares all night long and a gradually changing body?

I'm afraid she has never been frightened like this since she was a child.

But she had no friends, no true friend with whom she could confide, so she had to tell him these things.

This child thinks of himself as the backbone.

On second thought, Fate couldn't help but glance at Rowling, who was taking off her boots and preparing to go to sleep on the chair.

The prayer chair was a little narrow compared to the bed, but it was certainly enough to accommodate a young girl.

Fate was a little surprised. After all, he was still a boy in a sense, right? Rowling took off her clothes in front of him without any precautions? She didn't care at all that there was a boy sleeping next to her, right?

He couldn't understand.

In fact, Rowling also couldn't understand it.

Maybe she was thinking about giving it a try. She couldn't just take the initiative to ask to sleep with someone and not let the other person turn over and open his eyes, right?

She was not a casual girl and was quite conservative in this regard. But after actually doing it, she didn't feel it was so difficult to accept. It seemed that exposing herself in front of Fate was not such an unacceptable thing.

So, she quickly took off her coat, boots and stockings, gathered the quilt together and lay down on the chair.

"Turn off the lights." Fate blew out the kerosene lamp, and the huge church returned to darkness in an instant.

Just when Fate was beginning to become confused and about to fall asleep, he vaguely heard Rowling's voice.

"Mr. Fate, are you asleep?"

"Uh-huh... not yet." Fate answered confusedly.

"Mr. Fate, you said you were a knight before, right?"

"Hmm." Fate thought for a moment with his slow mind and answered.

"Then you must have encountered all kinds of enemies, right?"

"Ah."

"Are there any non-human monsters among these enemies?"

"Yes." Fate replied vaguely.

"You have a lot of combat experience?"

"Ah."

"Outstanding achievements?"

"Ah."

"In a high position?"

"Not bad." Fate's answer was as brief as possible. He was about to fall asleep.

"Then why did you retire?"

"Dead." Fate answered without thinking in a daze.

“............” This answer made Rowling silent for a long time.

If I hadn't worked with Fate for half a year and confirmed that he was indeed a living person, this would have been a very scary ghost story.

Dead, indeed, if dead then he has to retire anyway.

But that’s not the point.

If Fate wasn't kidding himself with this answer...

"Huff, huff, huff..." Before Rowling could think about it any more, the sound of the other person's gradually calming breathing came from the bench next to her.

The words we say when we are about to go to sleep should be subconscious, right?

Thinking back to half a year ago, Rowling found that she seemed to have never really thought about Fate's past.

Judging from his two encounters with monsters, he is indeed experienced, and now he claims to have made outstanding achievements.

But if he had made outstanding achievements, would he choose to retire at such a young age? ?

There is something even more bizarre. All along, the calmness and maturity he displayed when facing crises far exceeded his age. Moreover, how could a knight with hundreds of battles and outstanding achievements be so young?

Why have I never heard of him?

Also, about the reason for retirement.

died? ?

What does it mean to die? Is it to just be perfunctory to yourself, or...

Rowling raised her head unconsciously and looked at the tall statue in the center of the church.

Even in a dim environment without lights, you can still see the huge outline and majestic figure.

Recalling the scene when Fate saved her, as well as the first time she met Fate, the impression left by his voice and image on her, Rowling had some unbelievable guesses.

Impossible, this should be impossible.

But... the Grand Knight Commander has never revealed his true identity to anyone.

Now that he thought about it, Fate's attitude towards the Grand Knight Commander had always been strange. In an empire where knights and citizens alike had to show respect to the Grand Knight Commander, he, as a former knight, acted nonchalant towards the Grand Knight Commander.

But if he is really the Grand Knight himself, then everything makes sense...

Rowling, who hadn't received any good news for a few days, felt particularly safe tonight. Her thoughts hadn't been wandering for long before her eyelids could no longer hold back their closure.

Chapter 86: 84~Thank you for all the time

The dream is still messy.

"You can't escape..." In the fragmented darkness, the eerie and sharp echo made her nowhere to hide. The hoarse voice was like an old and leaky accordion in an ancient castle.

Two chaotic footsteps intertwined, one of which was filled with panic and confusion, while the other followed closely behind like a nightmare, entangled her footsteps.

"Become one of us and gain eternal life." A two-meter-tall monster covered with black keratin was chasing the nun.

It was a nightmare, just like every other, but what made Rowling feel a little strange was that the previous chase scenes all took place in a corridor she didn't recognize, but this time, it happened in a church she was familiar with.

This was an unprecedented situation. Everything around her looked so familiar, except the monster chasing her. Otherwise, she would have suspected that this was not a dream.

At first she thought she had just woken up during the night, until she didn't see Fate sitting on the chair next to her, and the sudden appearance of the monster made Rowling realize that she was trapped in this desperate cycle again.

The church was shrouded in midnight and was filled with an indescribable feeling. It was clearly being chased by monsters as before, but at this moment Rowling was not too scared.

Rowling, who was somewhat accustomed to being chased by monsters, also saw the monster's face clearly while fleeing in panic.

Apparently the monsters haunting her dreams were the same demonized people that attacked the city-state.

They wanted to make her one of their own kind.

"Don't try to escape your fate. You can't run away!"

"Do you know why the monster didn't attack you during the day? Because you are one of our kind. We can't smell any human scent on you."

"Hahahaha!......" The sharp and piercing laughter drowned out the quiet midnight church.

The chaotic footsteps, sharp screams and terrifying monsters turned the usually holy and immaculate church into purgatory.

In the end, Rowling fell to the ground due to exhaustion.

She didn't understand why, if this was a dream, it was so real? She was panting, sweating, and every sense was so clear.