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

——It’s Ciel.

The witch lady, with a blushing face and a beating heart, took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down. Then she let go of the hem of her skirt, quickly adjusted her maid outfit, and moved closer to the mirror to make sure that there was nothing wrong with her expression and eyes so that Charles would not notice anything.

Then, she walked to the door with footsteps, reminded herself to stay calm, and opened the door decisively.

Then Charles appeared in front of her.

He was still dressed the same as usual, simple and neat, moving in whatever way was convenient for him. However, as the weather was getting warmer, even a strong man like him took off his heavy and cumbersome cotton coat and put on a light coat.

Lacele noticed that there were subtle signs of mending on the cuffs of the coat.

Others might not be able to see it, but she could see it at a glance - because there was a patch there that she had put on with her own hands.

She had advised Charles at the beginning, saying that the coat was so torn that it should have been thrown away long ago, but Charles insisted that there was no need to throw it away as long as it could still be worn.

She couldn't persuade Charles, and she didn't want to see him walking around in that tattered coat -

So she forced Charles to take off the coat, using the excuse that "I'm ashamed to walk with you", and then she skillfully patched up all the holes with her own hands, and finally returned it to Charles.

Charles was very touched when he received the coat that was almost covered with patches. Although he didn't show it, she could see it.

The most powerful evidence is that two years have passed, and Charles is still wearing this coat with almost no holes on it. Obviously, he takes good care of this coat.

"Fool……"

Lacey pursed her lips and muttered something silently.

Charles obviously didn't notice that someone was saying bad things about him - because most of his attention was now attracted by Rachel in front of him.

His eyes lingered on the witch's... no, the maid's pigtails, her slender waist, and her slim legs wrapped in smooth white silk. He made no effort to hide his mixed feelings of admiration and praise, as well as slightly aggressive intentions.

"You weren't so bold before!" The maid thought with her head down, "At that time, my buddies wanted to stuff their feet into your mouth, but you only dared to watch secretly!"

But she also knows that the past is the past, and the present is the present.

In the past, the window paper between the two of them had not been broken, but now... now it is no longer a question of whether it is broken or not.

Now, not getting pregnant is considered a success!

Lacey thought about it, feeling both ashamed and guilty.

Because of the sudden enlightenment she had just experienced, she did not have the courage to look Charles in the eye. After all, her mind was still full of a mess - just like a domino effect, once she started to think about random things, countless thoughts that she had deliberately ignored in the past would emerge uncontrollably.

In those thoughts, she was turned over and over by Charles in various ways. If it were turned into text and illustrations, it could almost be bound into a booklet to give the natives of the Pangaea a little Internet age XP shock.

Is this scary?

Yes, it's scary.

But what’s even scarier is…

The maid unconsciously closed her legs and bit her lips, her expression slightly dazed, with a charming and sparkling look in her eyes.

"Oh no," she secretly groaned, "The pervert is back!"

This kind of thing must not be discovered by Charles!

Just at this moment, she heard Charles ask:

"Why is your face so red?"

Lacee was stunned for a moment, then became angry and embarrassed, and she wanted to crush Charles' feet with her little leather shoes.

But she only dared to think about it and didn't dare to actually do it.

"I..." Her voice started out high, but like a punctured balloon, it quickly dropped to a low point, "You asked me to wear this kind of clothes... and you actually asked me why I was blushing..."

Faced with Charles's questioning, she showed just the right amount of shyness.

Charles was intimidated by her superb acting skills, so he didn't ask any more questions. He just scratched his head and said a little embarrassedly:

"so……"

Lacele breathed a sigh of relief when she realized that Charles had no suspicion of her.

Then she raised her head, glanced at Charles, and quickly turned her face away.

"Okay...does it look good?"

she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

"Gudong-"

Ciel swallowed instinctively, partly because he was nervous, and partly because the maid in front of him was too tempting. However, he felt that his reaction was too embarrassing and a little awkward. In order to hide his emotions, he nodded and answered stiffly:

"It looks good. Very... cute."

Lacey thought to herself, "Hey, he easily controlled my family! Is this the legendary hero who appeared in the world? Why does he break when touched?"

But on the surface, she was actually a little nervous. She tilted her head and played with the pigtails that hung down to her chest. Her rosy and attractive mouth opened and closed, and finally she only uttered a solitary word:

"Oh……"

Then she asked:

"Cute... that's good. Are you satisfied now? You said you wanted to see me in a maid outfit and I'll wear one for you. Oh, it's really hard to find a better brother than you in this world, right?"

As she was sighing like this, suddenly, with two quick footsteps, Charles approached her.

“Eh?” The maid was stunned for a moment, “You…you…what are you doing!?”

As if she remembered something and thought she had received a golden medal of redemption, she continued:

"No... didn't we agree on this? You can... you can't... you can't expose me!"

[To be continued]

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9. Bury your true nature

Ciel is a hero, and a hero should do what he says.

He had promised before that he would never attack Lacie as long as she wore a maid outfit.

In fact he did.

In the end, he just touched Miss Witch's head and corrected her in a slightly dry voice:

"Not brother, nor buddy, you should call me..."

Lacele thought, Oh, the same old story again? How much does this guy care about what she calls him?

Husband? Or master?

Although screaming wouldn't cost her a single piece of flesh, just imagining the scene of saying these two words made Lacie feel shy - my God, other time travelers could kill gods and Buddhas, but why was she so helpless?

Not only did she fail to achieve any great achievements, she also became someone else's little wife and... a maid?

It seems a bit too embarrassing.

Her remaining male pride made her unwilling to give in on this matter, although even she herself knew that, apart from her tough words, perhaps she had already surrendered to the man in front of her both physically and spiritually.

There’s no going back!

Rachel felt an inexplicable sadness, but not much, because there were other emotions constantly fighting against it and dissolving it.

——Because Charles was touching her head.

The man's hands were large and warm, and his movements were careful and gentle. He passed his fingers through her hair, but seemed a little reserved because he was afraid of messing up her carefully styled hair.

But Rachel didn't hate it.

She could sense from the man's reserve that he was concerned about her feelings, which was quite rare for her. From the time she arrived in Pangaea until now, there were only two people who cared so much about her feelings.

Old Den and Charles.

They both loved her, though each loved her in a different way.

Lacey felt that she should be tough and arrogant now and go through the motions.

She rarely does this to other people.

In the eyes of others, the co-founder of the White Tower, the Witch of Dawn and Dusk who lived in seclusion in the Sea of ​​Forest, was mysterious and cold, and almost never interacted with the outside world. Even if she occasionally showed up, she was often very frugal with her words, and was as difficult to approach as a flower on the mountain.

They have such a wrong perception of Lacier, partly because Lacier, as an immortal species, resists having any connection with short-lived species; another part is because Lacier has great acting skills and only reveals her true character in front of very few people.

Sometimes even she would feel dazed -

The witch and the priest, these two almost completely different postures, which one is the real her?

It seems to be both, and yet it seems to be neither.

But no matter what, she had to admit that her personality was indeed a little awkward. When facing Lao Deng and Charles, the two people who truly loved her, she was unable to express her feelings directly.

She will subconsciously be stubborn.

Even she herself knew that this was probably not a good thing, but she could never make up her mind to correct it. Just like in her previous life, there were obviously a lot of things that needed to be dealt with immediately, but in the end she just lay on the sofa anxiously, playing with her phone as if she had accepted her fate.

She is undoubtedly stupid.

Oh, maybe she wasn't a complete fool, at least, she could proudly claim that she was...

A self-aware fool.

So what is the difference between the two types of idiots? She doesn't know.

She began to feel inexplicably irritated and wanted to remove Charles' hand from her head. However, she had to admit that it felt very comfortable and reassuring to be touched by Charles, so she was reluctant to do so.

"That's weird."

Lacey thought in a trance.

"Does a fool like me deserve happiness?"

The sudden inferiority and guilt almost overwhelmed her.

"Is there some truth serum on Ciel's hands? Just by touching someone's head, they will be able to tell you everything?"

As she was thinking about this, she bit her lip and grabbed the hem of her maid's dress, causing wrinkles on the originally smooth fabric.

"How about... try to follow your heart?"

After a brief hesitation, Miss Witch finally made up her mind. She blushed and felt embarrassed about the name she was about to blurt out, but she finally shouted in a low voice:

"……Owner?"

At the same time, she heard Charles finally give his advice:

"My name... huh?"

He didn't finish the last word.

His tone suddenly changed from hesitation to surprise.

Not only he was surprised, but also Rachel.

After finally convincing herself to put aside her sharp aggression and shame, and admitting that she had become Ciel's property, and obediently and submissively called him master, Laciel received an unexpected answer from the man in front of her -

From the beginning, he didn't seem to think of asking her to call him "husband" or "master". Instead, he just...

Just want her to call him by his first name?

What the hell?

Rachel looked up at Charles in astonishment.

Ciel withdrew his hand, his expression somewhat surprised, and even slightly... mischievous. The Hero of Light, who was regarded as the savior by countless followers in the Pan-Continent, smiled at Laciel and said to her:

"Of course, if you insist on calling me that, that's fine."

"That's fine, Bull Demon!"

Lacey was completely blushing now.

She clenched her teeth and let out a low "woooo" growl. Like an angry cat, she rushed to the brave man, buried her hot cheeks in the man's chest, and grabbed the man's collar ferociously.

The hero was so overwhelmed by her smooth little combo that he could only stand there and act as a cat scratching post or teething stick.

It was not until the witch's evaporated rationality finally returned that she pressed her forehead against the hero's chest and threatened through her teeth:

"If you...if you dare to make fun of me, I will...wuuuu...believe it or not, I will bite you to death?!"

The brave man probably won't believe it.