Dark Fairy Tale: Will their desires be fulfilled?

Despite this, the First One still sent his golems around the world - in search of someone who had long since died.

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"The situation is quite bad." A powerful energy wave came towards him like a mountain, and the fierce airflow it formed blew all of Allen's hair behind his head. At this moment, he was no longer sleepy, and he hugged the ancestor's black stockings tightly and said.

"You should have been prepared the moment you took me away from the holy land. There will be many more dangerous and terrifying things in the future." Inoda said seemingly calmly, but cold sweat still broke out on her forehead.

"Die!" Qianhe said coldly, and at the same time pushed hard with both hands, and the terrifying huge energy ball flew towards him immediately.

At the critical moment, Inoda threw Allen towards the door of the chapel, and the latter's body was wrapped in a blue magic halo. When it touched the door, it turned into a magic circle that could break the barrier of the chapel in just a moment.

Looking at the silver-white figure that was about to be swallowed by the dark energy ball, Allen shouted desperately: "Master Ancestor!"

Then, his body was thrown far out of the chapel, and he fell heavily to the ground and temporarily lost consciousness.

When Duke Howard, who was still banging on the door, saw this scene, he hurried to Allen and ordered the guards to summon the mansion doctor.

In the hall, the two girls were equally strong, and both were injured after the attack just now.

The white silk on Chizuru's legs and the black silk on Inoda's legs were torn into many small holes during the fight, but neither of them was willing to admit defeat.

Qianzuru panted and glanced in the direction of the door. "What did he call you just now? The First Ancestor? Inoda, even though time has passed and the Witch Kingdom has been reduced to a scorched earth, you are the only one who has not changed at all. You are still as hypocritical as before!"

"You're a witch like me! And you're pretending to be the ancestor of mankind, even going so far as to mock a section of history. How ridiculous!"

Qianzuru rushed forward, magic power surged, and a battle was about to break out.

Inoda flashed a mocking smile, she tied up her long hair, tore off her long skirt, and wore a light outfit that was easy to move in. The area below the knees was exposed, and her skin was unusually white.

Inoda clasped her fingers together and stretched.

"My time in the tower is over, and I just happened to have accumulated some dissatisfaction with my daily life... so I want to stretch my muscles, so I'll play with you for a while."

As Qianzuru charged, she used her magic to transform into a sword, and held the sword ready, swinging it from top to bottom with a swift attack.

Inoda kept taking her swords one round after another. Her sharp intuition and smooth movements showed that she had a very high level of swordsmanship.

Chizuru increased the speed of her sword swings again, and she still managed to keep up with the rhythm easily.

Due to her personality, even if Chizuru tried to face the attack head-on, Inoda would not take the opponent's sword head-on, but would block it in a slightly offset direction and bounce it off.

It can be seen that she is very clear about what kind of fighting style is suitable for herself, who is afraid of being discovered by the seven gods and has sealed most of her magic power. At the same time, she will also keep a close eye on the moment when the opponent loses balance.

"...Don't be complacent."

Chizuru suddenly increased the force on her sword. If she took the blow head-on, her hand would be numb and the sword would slip out of her hand. With such power, she swung her sword down towards Inoda.

However, Inoda did not retreat, but took a step forward in coordination with Chizuru's sword, while tilting her sword sideways. She let Chizuru's sword slide on her blade and deflected the powerful blow to the left.

Immediately afterwards, Inoda took another step forward and hit Chizuru's wrist with her left elbow that was not holding the sword.

Although the power was insufficient, the attack, with the added speed, accurately and surely hit Chizuru's joints, causing her to almost let go and let the sword slip.

While she was hastily regaining her grip on the hilt, Inoda's sword had already taken the opportunity to stab her throat.

“…Hmm!”

The sword was approaching her, and Qianhe used her left hand to deflect the sword in desperation.

Then, when she launched another attack and found that there was nothing on the opposite side, it was too late to be surprised.

The witch Chizuru felt her wrist being clamped by an iron clamp and bent in the wrong direction. Then she turned over smoothly, and the sword in her hand flew along an arc across the dome of the chapel and into the corner.

At this time, she had just landed on her back, so she didn't feel much pain. As if it was natural, her right ankle flipped horizontally, her right hand was pressed by her chest, her left hand was twisted backwards and dislocated, and two fingers hooked on her brow from behind.

She raised her head naturally, only feeling that her neck might need to rest for two days, while Inoda sat gently on her back.

The whole set of actions was completed exceptionally smoothly.

"Okay, I admit she's not that good."

Chizuru tried hard to look up, and for the first time she believed that the world was fair.

She deserved to be slaughtered, at least it showed that those who had brought her to this point would not have a good ending.

An exquisite and ancient witch badge fell from her body.

Inoda took the badge and read in a low voice: "Victory belongs to the Witch Emperor, and glory belongs to you. The 48th heir to the throne of the Witch Emperor: Chizuru."

The silence lasted for about half a minute.

Qianhe felt a lightness on her back, her brow bone was freed from the clamp, and she felt pain from all the wounds on her body. Suddenly, she was kicked in the right ribs and fell on her back.

A face with its back to the light stretched out and stared at her as if it was looking for a treasure. Inoda looked very carefully, and in the darkness, only a pair of shining eyes could be seen.

Chizuru became confused. She felt her eight-year-old self being thrown down. The Witch Emperor's daughters who were watching in a circle cheered with gloating, and a face was staring at her with its back to the sun.

She said vaguely: "You are cheating..."

His eyes suddenly blinked strongly and he said, "Don't be stupid, Chizuru, don't let your imagination run wild when you take action!"

Chizuru was frightened and tears suddenly welled up in her eyes. It seemed that there was no place more intimate than this dilapidated little church, and nothing more trustworthy than the eyes facing her.

Some inexplicable memories are like weeds, growing wildly through layers of marble floor, circling, circling, circling upwards.

Inoda's eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, and her gaze was also drawn by time, flowing with complex emotions.

She wiped her cheek with the back of her hand, then smiled and knocked Chizuru unconscious with a punch.

When Chizuru woke up again, her left hand was firmly fixed on her chest, her badge was hanging around her neck, and a piece of paper folded into a triangle was placed on the shrine.

"The witch era has passed, and I no longer need to fulfill my duties as a witch. ——From your sister, Inoda."

The cage remained the same, as if it had never changed.

Chapter 66: The Duke's Daughter's Confession

At this moment, he felt a stabbing pain in his head.

Under the moon.

The figure of a witch.

curse.

sound.

Pale flame.

Being burned.

Covered in blood.

In his mind flashed images that could not be formed and words that could not form a sentence.

However, those fragments of memory quickly dissipated, as if they had never existed in the first place.

Waking up from a deep sleep, Allen shook his head, trying to shake off the foreign feeling that remained in his brain, as if pricked by thorns.

The moment I opened my eyes, what came into view was a very familiar ceiling.

This is... my room?

Before he could come to his senses, a lukewarm voice came to his ears.

"You finally woke up."

Elstin smiled gently as she sipped mellow black tea beside the bed. Her slender and petite body was wrapped in a black dress, and her half-moon-shaped earrings reflected the light.

Slightly surprised that his stinky sister showed up in his room, he half sat up, holding his swollen head, and subconsciously asked, "How long have I slept?"

"Seven whole days and nights." Elstin replied casually.

"It's really surprising that you would come to my room on your own initiative." As Allen said this, he became more alert in his heart, wondering what conspiracy his little sister was brewing.

"You don't have to look so alert. If I really wanted to do something to you, you wouldn't be able to talk to me like this." Elsteen looked at Allen, who was feeling uncomfortable. "I'm just following my mother's orders and protecting you here."

"Protect me? Can you stop joking? You must be hoping that I will die sooner so that you can inherit the throne of the Duke without any worries." Allen said bluntly. He kept calling the name of the ancestor in his heart, but never got a response. Compared to himself, he was more worried about the ancestor's situation in the chapel.

"I have thought about this before, and have done many stupid things..." Elstin put the teacup back on the table. "But if it means sacrificing the future of the family and causing it to split and weaken, then getting rid of you is meaningless to me. You have successfully passed the trial of the holy land and awakened your own bloodline talent, which means that you have become an indispensable fighting force for the family. Although I don't want to admit it, you have indeed won my recognition at this moment."

"Or, as the eldest son, do you still want to continue to be my enemy and divide the family, giving outsiders an opportunity to take advantage?"

Listening to his sister's selfless words, Allen had no choice but to answer, "No."

"Foolish brother, you are not as ignorant of current affairs as I thought," Elstin deliberately pondered for a while, then turned her head and said to a dark corner, "...Madam, you can report to mother that my brother is safe and sound."

Seeing Allen's astonished expression, the old lady hiding in the dark helplessly pushed the lenses on her nose down, bowed to the two men and retreated.

"Yes, ma'am."

With the sound of the door closing, only the siblings were left in the room. Elstin seemed to not care about the old lady's surveillance: "The next time will be boring anyway, why don't you tell me about your experience in the Holy Land? I heard from my father that you stayed in the Holy Land for more than two hours? That's really amazing. I only lasted ten minutes when I was doing the blood baptism ceremony."

Having lost contact with the original ancestor, Allen was forced to be alone with his sister and felt very uncomfortable. He said vaguely: "I... I have forgotten."

"Did you forget or don't want to tell me?"

Looking at the seductive eyes and listening to the soft yet cold voice, Allen felt that the feeling given by the stinky sister was just like the witch Chizuru he met in the chapel, unpredictable but terrifying.

"Then let's talk as close relatives." Seeing her brother's unusually slow reaction, Elstin couldn't help laughing. Taking advantage of this opportunity, she got up from her seat and walked to the bed.

Her body gently pressed against Allen, and the black hair hanging from her ears quietly brushed across Allen's cheek, smelling sweet and itchy.

The girl's beautiful face was so close that I could even feel her light and warm breath.

Her slender hand quietly held her brother's small hand, and then guided the boy to touch her lower abdomen.

Allen only felt that there was a softness and smoothness there that even clothes could not conceal, but other than that, Allen knew nothing.

"In a sense, I am just your shadow in this Duke's mansion." The soft hand holding Allen's right hand turned to cover the back of his hand, making it difficult for him to pull his hand back. "As your shadow, isn't it normal for me to want to know everything about you? But now the owner of the shadow is suspicious of his shadow."

"The shadow will be closely connected to the master, will protect the master from dangers from the dark, will learn complicated noble courses according to the master's needs, will practice swordsmanship, etc., to become the perfect substitute for the master, and will be responsible for physiological education under certain circumstances. These are all the obligations that the shadow must bear. However, these obligations do not include direct admonition to the master. Do you understand?"

"You covet my beauty, so I removed the barrier in the room in advance so that you can peek as much as you want. Otherwise, how could you succeed so easily with your clumsy peeping method?"

"You hate studying and handling government affairs, so I will take over your studies more diligently and handle the extremely tedious government affairs for you more skillfully."

"You were afraid that being too close to your sister would lead to criticism from outsiders, so I acted like I was hostile to you, even disgusted with you, to dispel other people's concerns."

"I am a shadow. I only need to give you, my 'master', what you desire."

As she was speaking, the 16-year-old girl used her free hand to touch her brother's head: "You are not only my master, but also my brother and my spouse... Then why are you still so wary of me?"

A single stone stirs up a thousand waves. Elsteen's few casual words confused Allen. He knew that his sister was adopted by her father just to train her to be an excellent person in handling government affairs and a strong family force. He also knew what his sister wanted when she showed strong hostility to all threats from the Duke's heir qualification in the past. But when all these things happened to him, he could not find any sense of reality.

Allen never thought that the cold and frosty little sister had an extremely gentle side. The little sister who used to speak harshly to him and liked to plot against him turned out to be fake in the end. In fact, it was all for him?

Stinky sister is my shadow, and I am the master of stinky sister?

His slightly cloudy eyes stared at the starry eyes not far away that had no blood connection with him. There was disbelief and shock in the words he reread, and he himself was not aware of the trembling: "I am your... master?"

"That's right." Elstin smiled.

Allen let out a long sigh and kept repeating the word "calm" in his mind.

At the same time, he looked up at his stinky sister again with lingering fear. It was a close call. He almost fell into her trap!

Even if the sun rose from the west at this moment, he didn't believe that his stinky sister would suddenly change her personality!

He could say such insincere words with a pure face. Needless to say, his real purpose must be to come for the soul of the Ancestral King!

Allen, who was still in a weak state, knew that now was not the time to quarrel with his stinky sister, so he pretended to be dizzy and closed his eyes in an attempt to get away with it.

"Stupid brother, such a poor disguise can't escape my eyes." Elstin thought with some amusement. She kicked off her shoes and sat astride Allen.

"Are you afraid of me?"

"still......"

The lavender lace wrapped in black silk was faintly visible, gently brushing against the iron pestle that had been silent for a long time.

Chapter 67: Foolish Brother, Let's Exchange

For the first time, a voice that aroused endless imagination echoed in Allen's room.

"Hmm...hmm...hmm...uh..." This is the sound of grinding an iron pestle against the walls of the oral cavity.

"I know you're smart, little sister, but I didn't expect you could handle something like this with ease." Lying on his back at the head of the bed, facing the out-of-control Elstin, the wall of defense that Allen had erected with great difficulty was gradually being broken down by those cherry lips.

Hearing his words, Elsteen, who had buried her head in the other end of the bed, raised her head and looked at him. Although she was still grinding the hard iron pestle in her mouth, she could still see Elsteen's sweet smile from her curved eyebrows and half-closed eyes.

But that smile was extremely fake.

At this time, Elstin was squatting between Allen's legs, and her hands wearing lace gloves reached up from the bottom and grabbed Allen's legs to fix his position.