Shut up, brave man! I don't want to atone for my sins to you!

The three of them walked through the corridor and came to the front door. The old man casually hung the lantern on the door, stretched out his hand, and began to unlock the door slowly.

While opening the door, he did not forget to explain to Charles beside him:

"In fact, in our Diesel, it is not as dangerous for a girl to walk alone at night as you think. After all, we have His Majesty. Thanks to His Majesty, our Diesel has always been famous for its simple folk customs and warm hospitality. Although..."

The old man sighed again and said as he pushed open the door:

"Although there are still not many outsiders willing to come to our Diesel."

At this point he became inexplicably excited and muttered:

"They must be shortsighted. Not everyone can feel the goodness of our Diesel and the greatness and kindness of our Emperor. Tsk, outsiders, those blind outsiders... No wonder no Diesel people are willing to stay outside. This is the case. Diesel people should stay in Diesel! Diesel is our home!"

If he hadn't calmed down in the end, Lacele almost thought he was going to say something outrageous like "expel all the outsiders without leaving a single one behind."

Fortunately, the sense of responsibility as an innkeeper curbed the old man's boiling emotions.

So he quickly changed into a friendly, business-style attitude used to greet customers, with a smile on his face, and said to the petite girl in nun's clothes standing outside the door:

"Does the guest want to stay at the hotel?"

Behind him, the witch and the hero looked at each other silently.

The hero's iron-gray eyes were full of confusion.

He wanted to know why the body of the priest lying in the coffin in front of the Forest Sea Witch's lair came "back to life" and how he appeared here.

As for the witch... the witch's blue eyes... were also full of confusion.

She, she, she...she can't come!

She only paid a little attention to that body, ordered her to go to the White Tower to report the news, and then never cared about that body again.

So logically speaking, the "Priest" should appear in the White Tower now, not Diesel.

Did something unexpected happen during this process?

Rachel frowned, turned her head, and carefully observed the priest who suddenly appeared in front of them.

On the surface at least, she appeared normal.

She even changed her clothes, from that simple white dress to her iconic nun's uniform and white tights, and she always had a gentle and sweet smile on her face.

However, the witch knew that everything the pastor said was false in a sense.

The priest wears nun's clothes because the hero is hopelessly obsessed with uniforms, the priest wears white tights because the hero likes them, and the priest smiles so gently and sweetly because the hero has no resistance to it.

It can even be said that the priest herself is a weapon she created for the final battle against the hero. Whether in appearance, clothing, personality or voice, the priest can easily defeat the hero and make him shout out in humiliation, "I am Miss Priest's dog."

Although, the process of conquering the hero was actually much simpler than she had imagined.

Because Lacele discovered that most of the time, she didn't even need to try to please Charles. She just needed to act in her true self and Charles would fall for her white stockings and little leather shoes.

Alas, man.

Lace even felt a little annoyed at him for not fighting for it. Really, couldn't he be smarter? He voluntarily fell into the trap of this bad guy so easily... Are all men like this? They simply cannot refuse the beautiful girl who actively shows kindness to them and hits their strike zone?

Oh, so she was a man before, and she could also fall in love with such a beautiful girl. That’s okay.

Thinking of this, Lacie curled her lips and secretly began to glance at Charles beside her out of the corner of her eye.

She wondered if Charles would... fall into the pastor's arms again.

Probably so?

At least it's more likely than falling into the arms of this witch.

After all, what Charles liked was white silk, not black silk; a nun's uniform, not a short dress; a young, beautiful, and quirky little sister, not an old woman of her age who was almost a hundred years old and whom no one wanted anymore.

Lacie suddenly snorted coldly, and for some unknown reason, she felt sour in her heart.

Her gaze shifted from the priest back to Charles' face. She stared into the man's eyes, wanting to see how the man would react when faced with a priest who had "come back from the dead".

But before Charles could react, the priest in front of them reacted first.

She saw Charles, and a momentary surprise and a fleeting sense of relief appeared on her face.

It's like being suddenly thrown onto an isolated island, and feeling terrified, but soon after finding acquaintances, or even closer blood relatives or lovers on the island, and breathing a sigh of relief.

She might not have originally intended to show any weakness in front of Charles, but she soon remembered that most men like weaker girls because men can use them to show off their masculinity.

So she decided to take advantage of this, and she immediately showed just the right amount of helplessness, raising her voice slightly and shouting:

"Ciel!"

The moment the hero looked at her, she lifted up the slightly long skirt of her nun's uniform, ran to the hero, and said to him:

"So you're here too! I was so scared, I thought..."

"I will never see you again."

Rachel predicted the pastor's next words, and that was exactly what happened.

All the actions and words of the pastor were within her expectations. She could even guess the pastor's thoughts accurately.

Now, it seemed that Charles' wish had really come true.

"I begged the priest to come back to me" - Rachel guessed that he most likely made this wish to the wishing well.

Then, the wishing well really fulfilled his wish.

First the body was reshaped, and then another soul that was almost identical to the past priest appeared.

So there were two Rachels in the world.

They have the same personality, the same way of thinking, the same memories and habits.

"If this is really the case," the real Lacie couldn't help but wonder, "what will happen next?"

She thought about it and subconsciously looked at the "her" opposite her, and then she suddenly realized something.

If they were really cut from the same cloth, then, considering Diesel's current condition, the "Pastor" would probably only have one thought at this time -

"What on earth is she?"

The priest narrowed his eyes, and calmly looked at the witch standing next to the hero with his peripheral vision, while thinking to himself.

[To be continued]

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48. What is she

The priest's attitude towards the hero is quite enthusiastic.

Lacele guessed that she was probably a little scared. After all, from her perspective, she appeared in Diesel inexplicably.

If Laciel herself encountered this situation, she would probably be panicked for a while - and this is exactly the best time to capture the hero.

The witch knew this, and the priest certainly understood it.

The easiest way to conquer a man is to imitate animals.

Both of them are well aware of this.

So the priest was turned into a dog first.

A wet, homeless, pitiful dog.

She showed a fleeting, lovable, lonely and timid look, bit her lower lip, tightly grasped the magic wand that she never left, walked quickly to the front of the hero, stopped, raised her little face, and called softly:

"Ciel!"

Then, without waiting for Ciel to respond, she turned into a cat again.

A cat that is tsundere and awkward, and therefore particularly cute and lovable.

"Come to think of it," she turned her head again, observing the hero's expression out of the corner of her eyes, "how did you end up here?"

The hero did not respond, but subconsciously turned his head and cast his gaze on the face of the witch beside him.

The witch, who was originally watching the show with her arms crossed, couldn't help but raise her eyebrows when she saw this.

"Why are you looking at me?" She said impatiently, "What's so good about me?"

After she said this, even she herself was a little surprised.

Because the aggressiveness seems to be a bit too strong, no matter how you listen to it, it has a sour taste.

It was as if she was really jealous of the priest - of another herself.

It's incredible!

Thinking of this, in order to make herself appear rational and objective, and to look more like a passerby, the witch made up for her mistake by saying:

"Who am I? I'm not good-looking. Your... well, isn't the pastor next to you much prettier than me? Go and see her."

As soon as she said this, question marks appeared over the heads of both the heroes and the priests.

The brave man felt puzzled and didn't understand what was going on. The priest frowned and revealed a fleeting, strong hostility towards her.

But she concealed her hostility very well, and it would be difficult to detect if you didn't pay special attention.

She walked slowly in front of Laciel, not even forgetting the proper etiquette.

"Hello," the pastor bowed, lifted up her skirt with one hand and saluted elegantly to Rachel, while introducing herself, "I am the pastor of the Brave Squad, Rachel Charlotte, who are you?"

Her eyes were emerald green, her blonde hair was as bright as gold, her skin was as white and flawless as fresh snow, her lips were as red as blood, and her figure was petite and as delicate as a doll.

Although she was full of hostility and suspicion towards Laciel, and seemed to wish that Laciel would disappear from the face of the earth, Laciel did not feel too much hostility towards her. To be precise, she just had mixed feelings.

It was like looking in a mirror. No, normally a mirror would only faithfully reflect the face of its owner, but now the person in front of her was someone completely different from her.

——It was a mask made by her own hands... Of course, it could also be said to be a vest.

However, under the mask and behind the vest, both the priest Rachel and the witch Rachel have the same core, or in other words, they are the same person from beginning to end.

She knew this, and Charles must have guessed the truth long ago.

So, what about the pastor in front of us?

Who is she, or what is she?

Is it a product of the hero's wish? Or is it a lie fabricated by the shadow lurking in Diesel?

As early as the moment the "priest" appeared, she had tried to control the "priest" in front of her like she had controlled the blank body before, but the result was undoubtedly a failure, and she even lost the ability to empathize with the "priest".

The "priest" seems to have really become an independent "person".

Rachel originally thought this was a bit too absurd, but she soon remembered the limited wishing machine and the old investigator who had made a wish to it to find out the truth. She could only choose to accept reality.

Charles deducted a "1".

So, the priest really won the resurrection match.

But is it really that simple?

Rachel thought again of the old investigator who chose to die as a human being after seeing the truth, and then thought of Diesel's current situation.

"Every wish that is granted by the limited wishing machine has a price tag on it."

"So, what price will the hero pay to fulfill his wish?"

Lacie thought about it and felt inexplicably uneasy.

After that, she finally came to her senses and, somewhat rudely, stared straight at the pastor in front of her. After a brief silence, she finally answered the pastor's question.

"I'm a witch," she introduced herself softly, "I'm... the Witch of Twilight."

……

It was already late, and the hotel entrance was obviously not a good place to reminisce.

After Rachel and the pastor introduced themselves to each other, the three of them followed the old man into the inn.

At the pastor's strong request, the pastor's room was chosen to be on the other side of Charles' room.

Lacey didn't have any objection to this.

At least... at least that guy wasn't shameless enough to ask to stay in the same room with Charles, right?

Come to think of it, even if they lived in the same room, it might not be a bad thing for her - what if this "pastor" was not that "pastor", and the monster lurking under the air bag of the beautiful girl was like the Slender Man?

Then Charles might be lucky.

I don’t know if, after being traumatized by the monster that emerged from the beautiful girl’s suit, someone can still… regain his manliness in the second half of his life.