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

"--No, not even death can separate us."

But she was complaining in her heart:

"Why are you being so affectionate and serious, you stupid hero! What should I do..."

She raised the corners of her mouth, half annoyed and half sweet, and almost couldn't help sighing:

"How can I...get rid of you?!"

[To be continued]

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37. Lost Together

Finally, Rachel made a decision.

She raised her little face and asked Charles with a serious expression:

"Do you think I can do it?"

Charles was stunned for a moment, and asked back:

"What do you mean?"

"Save the world," Lacie stared into Charles' iron-gray eyes. "Although I don't think I can do it, the witch Thea is probably just taking a break from her busy schedule and making a bet on me..."

She paused and asked in an extremely serious tone:

"So what do you think? Do you think a flawed witch like me can save the world?"

She felt that, logically speaking, facing such a serious question, Charles would have to treat it with caution no matter what, and might have to think about it for a long time before giving an answer that was more emotionally intelligent and took her feelings into consideration.

For example, "No matter whether you can do it or not, you have to give it a try," or "Don't underestimate the power of friendship and bonds, you bastard."

But in fact, Ciel answered her in the same serious tone without even thinking:

"Of course you can do that."

"Huh?" Laciel was confused and asked half-doubtfully, "You... trust me so much?"

She didn't even notice it, but her tone of voice rose as she said this, just like a puppy wagging its tail when it is praised.

"Then let me test you," she asked immediately afterwards, "tell me, why can I save the world?"

Lacele didn't really want Charles to give a clear reason, but she felt that it was unlikely that Charles would be able to come up with any reliable reasons. Love is something that can easily make people blind.

However, Ciel actually gave the reason:

"Because you are one of the co-founders of the White Tower. You once led an unprecedented magic revolution. You are the Witch of Twilight and Dawn. You also defeated the elves' mad mother with me and solved the abnormal incident in Diesel... If you can't save the world, then I really can't think of anyone else who is more suitable."

"..."

Lacey blushed when she heard this.

“Really?” She looked away unconsciously, her voice lowered, and she muttered, “Why didn’t I know I was so powerful…”

Upon hearing this, Ciel once again transformed into a love-crazy locomotive, approaching Laciel and almost cornering her:

"it is true."

Lacele felt like she was going to be beaten to death by Charles.

She blushed, lowered her head, leaned against the wall, and desperately pushed Charles away to prevent him from getting close to her, begging for mercy in a self-destructive manner:

“Alright, alright! I get it! It’s all true, okay? What you said is all right, so don’t come any closer! It’s a little… uh… a little too close!”

Hearing her begging for mercy, Charles let her go and stepped back slightly, keeping a certain distance from her.

Lacey finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She smoothed out the wrinkles on her apron and whispered bad things about Charles:

"You actually took advantage of me, you bastard! If I had known, I should have cut ties with you. You even want me to agree to your proposal? Humph, don't even think about it..."

Just as the witch was talking stubbornly to this point, the locomotive that was originally retreating suddenly came back.

He didn't even say anything, but with the pressure of his gaze and his approaching footsteps, he was able to make the witch's mouth become sweet and soft again:

"Wow, wow, I was wrong! Ah! Don't do it... don't unbutton... don't unbutton my skirt! I'll stop being stubborn, okay?! Please, good Charles, good... wow, good master... please be magnanimous and let go... let go of the little maid..."

After Lacele begged for mercy in such a humiliating way, Charles finally let her go for the time being.

The maid's dress was in disarray and her cheeks were flushed. Finally, Lacie didn't dare to deliberately tease Charles anymore.

She obviously knew how Ciel would react.

Before confirming the relationship with her, Charles was like an old monk with pure mind and body, abstinence written all over his face. He was so serious that it was hard to associate him with anything messy or erotic.

“This is probably what a brave man is.”

This was the impression that Charles had given her before.

But guess what?

Hey! After confirming his relationship with her, Charles stopped pretending! He immediately changed from a herbivore to a carnivore.

Although there was a reason why Laciel was teasing Charles on purpose, but putting aside the facts, didn't Charles do anything wrong? Shouldn't he reflect on himself and repent for being easily lured into the trap?

Of course, Lacie only dared to think about such things in her heart and would never dare to say them out loud.

If she said that, she would probably be beaten to death today.

Although... it does feel good to be penetrated.

Lacie thought guiltily, raised her hand to straighten the crooked headdress, and pulled the apron's slipped shoulder strap back to where it should be.

Then she whispered:

"Anyway, even though you trust me, I probably... I really can't guarantee that I can save the world. I can only promise to try my best - even though I still have no idea what to do next."

This is true.

Although she believed that she had guessed the witches' mission almost exactly, she was still a little confused when faced with the ultimate task of "defeating the weirdness and preventing this season's civilization from repeating the mistakes of the previous civilization."

"Huh? Me?"

She couldn't help but think so.

Even though she had clarified her goal under Ciel's "patient guidance", but... no matter what, the witches' mission was too broad and grand, and she really couldn't think of where to start.

But she soon thought that maybe she shouldn't worry about this. After all, the witch Xia had already pointed her out a suitable path, right?

Sometimes, people who know nothing can accidentally discover the truth.

Just let nature take its course. The witch Xia probably thinks so too, otherwise she wouldn't deliberately become a riddle teller.

Then let it be.

While completing what they need to do, they will also pay attention to various intelligence and news about previous civilizations.

Maybe, by accident, they saved Pangaea?

Although the possibility was too small, it was possible. The witch Thea had no hope for her anyway. Rather, Laceel would rather believe that the witch Thea valued Charles as a hero, rather than her, a half-baked witch.

after all……

"The witch and the holy sword," Rachel couldn't help but sigh, "If both are creations of the previous civilization, then I probably know what Uncle Elvis meant by that sentence."

"We understood the first half of the sentence correctly. The Holy Sword was indeed the so-called 'spark' found or created by the previous civilization. But I'm afraid we misunderstood the second half of the sentence..."

She expressed her conjecture with mixed feelings:

"The so-called 'dying world' may not refer to the previous civilization at all, but to our current civilization, the entire Pangaea today."

"Lentiheim, the mad mistress of the elves; Diesel, the slender ghost who escaped from the ruins of the former civilization; Victoria, the source of the disaster that destroyed your hometown..."

"This is a change that has not happened in ten thousand years," Lacier said, looking serious for once. "If I'm not mistaken, whether we like it or not, it won't be long before the things that destroyed the previous civilization will make a comeback."

Perhaps she thought of the hideous appearance of the mad mother of Lentiheim and the strange sight of the slender ghost wandering over the ruins of Diesel, and she couldn't help but tighten her skirt:

"By then, our civilization of this season might also be destroyed by those things."

Charles guessed what she wanted to say tacitly, so he lowered his head and looked at the place on the belt where the holy sword used to hang.

"So," he asked in a low voice, "the second half of the sentence means that when civilization is about to be destroyed this season, the holy sword will bring a glimmer of life to us... to this dying world?"

"Probably," Lacier replied, "I can't be completely sure of this guess, but it is indeed the most appropriate interpretation for the actual situation. Do you have any other, more appropriate interpretation?"

Ciel shook his head.

He couldn't think of a more appropriate interpretation.

Although he did not know why the holy sword could bring a glimmer of hope to the dying world, it was obvious that even if he used all his strength to release the holy sword, he could only compete with the mad mother of the elves at most.

And that is probably the entire power of the holy sword.

Unless he finds a true successor who has the "qualifications" to become a brave man - but can such a successor really do better than him? He doesn't know.

Uncle Elvis also told him that not everyone can learn the degraded forbidden spell. In fact, he might be considered a "special case" because for most people, the holy sword is actually no different from scrap metal.

Ciel couldn't help but sigh softly.

Rachel noticed that he was sighing and was a little worried. She came over, stretched out her hand, and poked Charles in the lower back:

"Hey!"

"Hmm?" Charles turned his head subconsciously and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Uh... I'm fine," Laceel asked in a low voice, twisting a strand of silver hair with her fingers awkwardly, not wanting Charles to realize that she was concerned about him, "but what about you? Why did you suddenly sigh?"

Ciel couldn't help but laugh when he heard this, but he didn't laugh in the end. He just shook his head:

"Nothing, I just...missed Uncle Elvis a little."

"Ah?" Rachel blinked, "You miss him..."

She originally wanted to ask Ciel why he missed the previous heroes, but before she could finish her words she realized that she was being stupid again - what else could it be? It must be because Ciel, the idiot, was confused!

When people are at a loss, they always think of their trustworthy relatives or friends.

Just like she often thought of Charles.

——Although she would never admit it.

She would just pat Charles on the shoulder and tell him:

"It doesn't matter. I will stay by your side anyway. I will stick with you no matter what. Hehe, I warn you, since you have provoked me, then be prepared to be entangled by me for the rest of your life!"

As for Ciel feeling confused...

The witch bit her lip lightly, feeling a little embarrassed, but still bravely got into the arms of the hero.

Then she ordered the hero to lower his head, and whispered to him as if she was sharing a secret:

"And there's nothing shameful about feeling lost. Who wouldn't feel lost?"

"Besides, you still have me..."

She bit Charles' earlobe gently and said in a very bad woman's tone:

"Whether you move forward courageously or hesitate, even if you feel confused..."

"Yeah, I'm willing to get lost with you too."

[To be continued]

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38. Announcement of Return

After temporarily entrusting the holy sword to Lao Deng, the witch and the brave man finally decided to set off for Kangkel.

Lacele had left the "coordinates" there a long time ago, and now those "coordinates" have not expired. Naturally, she can use the warp spell to take Charles directly there.

But before that, there was a very serious question before Rachel:

Should she go to meet her former companions as a priest or as a witch?