The moon is full of evil, but the simulator is full of evil

Moreover, her friendship with the tree is actually not that deep.

So, there will be loss and sadness, but you should be able to cheer up soon, right?

It's easy to be friends.

Maris Billy's old-fashioned plan was completely shattered, and even he himself might be blasted with gold coins.

Aozaki oranges.

Although they are old friends, this is also the woman the second generation can't see through.

To be honest, he was originally good at reasoning, not at trying to figure out a woman's mind.

And who can know what this painful young lady is thinking in her heart at this moment?

Let's continue to stay in our single dog group together, anyway, you have always been like this, and you are not shabby.

After all.

What Wei Bo was most worried about was his other disciple.

Gray.

She is the most unacceptable that her senior brother is occupied by that witch.

Not only because, the fetters of life and death between her and the tree have already surpassed pure love.

And it has to do with that face.

By such a face that looks very similar to her.

Snatched away, her longing senior brother.

She is the saddest and most unable to get out of these people present, right?

"Grey Sauce"

The little devil Yade in the golden birdcage couldn't help shaking.

It made a sound, comforting the girl who had been curled up in the far corner of the carriage since dinner.

Confront that horrible woman.

Yade didn't dare to speak at all.

Because, the moment it appeared in front of it, it understood.

It is, something made by that witch.

So what if it's a ceremony dress that seals the Holy Spear?

Morgan can create its simulacrum.

Nature can easily annihilate its existence.

Gray curled up in the corner of the carriage, hugged her knees, and didn't look at him.

Just like in the past, she was worshiped by the villagers as a son of god, and she was so scared that she curled up in her bedroom.

To tell the truth.

Even when the witch appeared on the auction stage, she kissed her senior brother intimately.

Nor did Grey, who would lose Su Shu's sense of reality.

however

When I saw that witch's face at the banquet.

Gray understood.

She understood everything in an instant.

Ah

It turned out to be the case.

The senior brother who woke up, why did he cry so absent-mindedly and curl up in his arms.

because.

He saw his own face.

What the senior brother is addressing is not me.

But thinking, his witch—

""

One thought of such a thing.

The heart seemed to start to twitch, and I felt a cramping pain.

In the blurred picture in front of my eyes.

The figure of that person, with his back to him, walked further and further away.

The person who will bring food for you to taste every day.

The one who patiently sits in the break room every night, reviewing his magic homework with himself.

The one who would be in the haunted house, hold her hand, and smile and tell her not to be afraid.

The one who hugged herself, withstood all the monster attacks, and most of her back was scorched, but asked her if she was okay.

Grey held the book he gave her, looked at his figure, and walked farther and farther away from her.

No brother is not leaving.

He was looking back at himself.

But he's being pulled away by the witch—

By, a witch named "Morgan Le Fay".

"Brother"

Gray hugged the book, weeping and chanting the name.

The chandelier overhead was swaying.

Master's words of concern.

Yad's worried call.

Reynice and Miss Olga Marie, the warm fingertips that caressed her.

Even if it failed, the girl's line of sight lifted up from the curled up corner bit by bit.

Sigh.

The heavy sigh gradually dissipated in Gray's ears.

The night is silent and the sky is high.

In today's night sky, there are no stars.

Therefore, the moonlight looks lonely and desolate.

It was midnight in the stillness of the night.

Tired and tensed all day, people finally went to rest, and the lights in the carriages were also turned off silently.

The Second King sat in the dark smoking a cigarette, looking after his disciple who was curled up in the corner of the carriage.

"Lady"

"give up".

Click.

The deadbolt springs.

The door of that bedroom was slightly pushed open by a hand.

Gray jerked his head up.

What came out of it was not the expected figure.

It was the witch who wore her brother's white shirt and modern women's clothes, and tied her long hair into a high ponytail. She looked plump and attractive.

是 的

A tall and slender figure, a curvy figure, and even a pair of oppressive long legs wrapped in black fabric.

Looking at such a pleasing witch, even Gray would be envious.

These elements are completely incomparable to her who is barren.

Looking at the two people in the carriage, silent in the shadows.

One sits on the sofa and smokes.

One curled up in a corner and wept.

Morgan tilted her head slightly.

"Hello, teacher."

heard such a name.

Second King couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"My lord, I really don't dare to bear your respectful title, Ms. Morgan, just call me by my name, Weber Velvet."

"It's okay."

The witch smiled softly and said,

"Honey, his teacher is naturally my teacher."

"Then I'm so disrespectful."

Humming a little tune of joy.

Morgan walked to the wine cabinet, selected with his white fingertips, and took out two bottles of rich red wine.

She has lived in modern times for more than 100 years, and with a little dressing up, she is a beautiful urban beauty, and even holds a driver's license from various countries.

Su Shu seemed to like this outfit very much.

So, she happily put it on.

She has lost her sense of existence, and usually wears the magic dress she is used to, but today it is too wet, and she doesn't want to wash it.

Alcohol can be slightly intoxicating.

Just coming out and hydrating the honey a bit.

"good night, teacher."

"Good luck to you too"

The witch smiled and nodded, turned around and walked, ready to pamper her thirsty darling who was waiting for her.

however

Under Wei Bo's dazed eyes.

The silver-haired girl stopped in front of the witch just like that.

The golden birdcage in his hand swayed uncontrollably.

"

Miss Morgan"

Like a floating flame.

The girl's voice burned in this quiet carriage.