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

So Lacielle left the bathroom.

……

After being tormented by Charles for a whole night, she was too lazy to go back to her own residence, so she simply borrowed the bathroom that came with Charles' room.

So as soon as she opened the door, she saw Charles sitting obediently beside the bed.

Charles had already taken a shower and changed into the formal suit she had prepared for him.

Over the past three years, Lacele had become accustomed to his usual unchanging attire. Now that Charles had changed into a new set of clothes, she was actually a little uncomfortable and a little... surprised.

"He's pretty handsome."

she thinks.

After all, Charles has a good body proportion. Although he is not very handsome, he has a very good temperament and manliness. He is very attractive and can be considered...

"...I guess she's worthy of me."

Lacey snorted softly.

At this time, Charles also noticed the noise coming from the bathroom and subconsciously raised his head to look over there.

Then, he saw the witch lady wearing a nun's uniform, dressed exactly like a priest.

He was stunned.

The witch lady had already arrived in front of him, tilted her head towards him, and smiled evilly:

"What are you doing? Are you looking at me stupidly? Am I really that good-looking?"

Charles said nothing.

Charles just stared at her blankly, his expression slightly absent-minded, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.

He smiled too.

"Well..." he said seriously, "You are the best looking."

"..."

Now it was Lacie's turn to be speechless.

She pursed her lips, said "oh" softly, looked away, raised her hand, pinched a strand of hair, and circled it around her fingertips.

"Thank you, thank you for the compliment," she whispered, and then changed the subject, "But...should we set off? Is it about time?"

As she said this, she felt a little embarrassed.

She clearly calls herself a bad woman, so why would she be so overjoyed and dizzy just by such a casual compliment?

Could it be the same as what was described in the passage she saw in her previous life?

"Otakus are actually the easiest to deceive because they generally lack love, so as long as you are a little bit nice to them and take the initiative to show some kindness, they will open their hearts to you and want to give you everything they have."

She didn't know if Ciel was a homebody or not.

But she... seems to be quite a homebody, whether in her previous life or this life?

"It's over!" Miss Witch became frustrated, "Could it be... Could it be that I am the one being played around by others?"

This has to be a wake-up call!

She must not fall so easily and sell her soul to the devil... It is not shameful to give it to a brave man, but it is shameful not to sell it at a good price.

"You have to stand up!" She reminded herself, "You have to let Charles know that you are definitely not a casual woman!"

Then, suddenly realizing that she had begun to regard herself as a "female", Lacie's expression became increasingly gloomy.

"Now... it seems like there's really no going back."

She thought with a sad face.

Then she heard Charles say to her:

"Well, it's almost time, shall we go?"

Lacie, who was in a frustrated state, had no intention of paying attention to him and left the room on her own as if she had lost her soul.

Charles was confused and had no idea what was going on with her, but he finally followed her quickly.

They came outside one after another.

Xia Erdan knew that they should go to the funeral, but he didn't know where to go - because Lao Deng didn't even tell them the specific time and place.

He had no choice but to follow Lacie.

"As one of the co-founders of the White Tower, Rachel should know when and where the funeral will be held, right?"

He thought about it and secretly glanced at the girl next to him out of the corner of his eye.

She was more than a head shorter than him.

From a distance, it didn't seem like much, because Laceel had a good body proportion. Although she was short, she had long legs. But when the two of them stood together, she looked...

Looks very petite and lovely.

It's just like a big doll, fragrant and soft, and feels great, making you want to hug it.

In fact, he not only hugged her last night, he also did something even more excessive.

Thinking of this, Charles couldn't help feeling guilty, and he didn't dare to stare at Lacie anymore, for fear that she would notice that he was secretly looking at her.

——Even if it’s discovered, it won’t be a big deal.

At most she would scold him harshly.

But her voice is so sweet and she is cute, so even if she scolds people, it has no lethality. On the contrary, the people she scolds may even enjoy it and wish she would scold them a few more times.

Charles sometimes thought so.

"It's a win, no loss."

Especially when I hear her humming.

Rachel always made those cute, tempting, humming noises, and she herself was not aware of it at all. But she had a bad personality and always liked to seduce him intentionally or unintentionally when they were in the team. For example, she would blatantly run into his room in a thin nightgown, showing him her smooth and tender shoulders and white thighs, and sometimes she would even put her feet on his back without any courtesy.

He didn't lie to her, he had indeed tolerated her for a long time.

Last night he finally couldn't bear it anymore, and on impulse... he really made her meow.

Someone shouted very beautifully last night, but his voice became hoarse in the end. He refused to say who it was.

Thinking of this, the brave man couldn't help but curl his lips slightly.

His eyes moved down Rachel's arm, finally landing on the girl's right ring finger.

There, a small trinket was sparkling.

That was proof—proof that they had established an unbreakable bond.

She promised him, she was his, she...

After a long separation, she finally returned to him.

The smile on Charles's lips expanded silently, like ink dripping on paper, spreading out bit by bit, and finally expelling all the numbness and fatigue that covered his face in the past.

He had forgotten how long it had been since he had laughed so heartily.

He suddenly felt that he would have no regrets even if he died on the spot. He... No, he couldn't die yet. He promised Lacier that he would take her to Haidu to eat delicious food. He still had a lot of things to do with her. He...

He suddenly quickened his pace, came to Lacie's side and walked side by side with her.

"Hmm?" The witch turned her head upon hearing his footsteps, looked at him warily, and asked in a low voice, "What, what happened?"

The hero stared into her beautiful blue eyes for a while, gritted his teeth, and stretched out his arm as if he had made a decision.

"Huh?" The witch raised her eyebrows, looking surprised and doubtful.

Soon, she guessed what the hero meant, and her small and delicate earlobe slowly turned a lovely crimson color.

Then, she bit her lip and quickly turned her head to see if there was anyone else nearby. After confirming that there was no one around, she lowered her head and took half a step towards the brave man.

She gently hugged the hero's arm.

"Let's go, let's go?"

The hero asked, pretending to be calm.

"Okay, okay."

The witch also pretended to be calm and answered.

[To be continued]

-

The White Pagoda is particularly quiet today.

All the mages and researchers stopped what they were doing.

Many laboratories and facilities that used to operate to explore the truth of the world have been closed down, and only a very small number of permanent institutions have been preserved to continue to fulfill their missions.

This enormous building, which seemed to reach from the sky to the earth, had fallen into deep sleep like a giant in mythology.

And the little things that inhabit this giant—

The mages and researchers from various countries or regions of the Pan-Continent left their homes one after another, and according to the pre-arranged contents, they walked through the corridors and passed through the teleportation arrays, flowing like streams and rivers from different parts of the giant's huge body to his heart.

Their momentum is not huge.

Instead, almost everyone at this strange gathering remained silent.

Then they are no longer like streams or rivers—

Because when streams and rivers flow, there is always some pleasant or turbulent sound of water.

They just moved forward, quietly and silently, and finally arrived at a particularly spacious floor.

In the center of the almost pure white space, two identical coffins were placed side by side, surrounded by various flowers.

If you get closer, you can see that the two coffins are open, but there are no bodies inside...

There were only two things in the two coffins:

A letter and a cane.

The letter had been opened, and the cane looked no better than the letter. Although it was not broken, it was already covered with scars.

Above the coffins are displayed photos of the owners of the two coffins and the two items inside them.

Only the simple black and white colors revealed the cruel fact that both of them were dead.

Their names are:

Senior investigator, Ivan Thorne.

Senior investigator, Whitey Schilling.

The crowd gathered in front of the coffins of the two investigators, whose bodies were gone and only their personal belongings remained, staring at their names and silently mourning their departure.

They were their comrades, their colleagues, their friends and even their relatives...

And now, they are destined to be separated forever.

The atmosphere of sadness gradually spread among the crowd, and gradually, a small number of sensitive people began to sob quietly.

The brave man and the witch were among the crowd, and were infected by the depressing and sad atmosphere. They lowered their heads and eyes, and observed a moment of silence for the two respectable investigators.

It was with the information obtained by the two investigators at the cost of their lives that they were able to restore the truth that was almost buried by the dust of history. If they had not risked their lives, the White Tower might not have been able to detect Diesel's abnormality, let alone solve it.

On the other side of the story, on the other side of history, I'm afraid something like this will happen:

The White Tower had not noticed anything unusual about Diesel, so after Longin Tyr was completely eroded by the Slender Man, the dream collapsed. All the Slender Man imprisoned in the dream regained their freedom and quickly left Diesel, turning the entire Pan-Continent into a hotbed of weirdness and ominousness.

Their contributions go beyond that.

White Schilling also proved to everyone how reliable his old friend, the large magic detection array that was completed thirty years ago, was.

Ivan Thorne's attempts and reasoning allowed the White Tower to collect crucial intelligence: those strange black shadows were most likely related to the destruction of the previous civilization, and he let everyone know how Long Jin I contained those slender ghosts...

It turns out that humans are not helpless in the face of weirdness and ominousness.