Knights Don't Need a Youthful Romance Story

This force would be fatal to ordinary people who meet the screening criteria, but for Elena, it was like a few mosquitoes buzzing around her ear.

It's nothing special except for being annoying.

However, out of curiosity (and a mischievous spirit), Elena still came over.

Of course, she did send Luo Zhen a message as agreed beforehand.

However, since Luo Zhen hadn't checked his phone beforehand, he hadn't noticed it.

Therefore, Elena stated that she had no problems whatsoever.

As time passed, the doors behind everyone kept opening, and people kept coming in to find seats.

Soon the entire living room was filled with people.

“Da da da…”

Suddenly, footsteps sounded on the stairs.

The people in the living room who were staring intently at the mural lowered their heads slightly, like believers waiting for instruction.

Elena, who was a beat too slow to react, quickly lowered her head along with the people around her.

Her burning desire to cause trouble wouldn't allow her to expose herself like this!

'What on earth happened?!'

On the other hand, Kasumigaoka Utaha didn't have such a good attitude.

She felt her heart pounding so hard it felt like it was about to leap out of her throat.

The murmurs that sounded like countless people praying rang out again, much louder than before.

A cacophony of noises arose, and the people on the stairs began to recite a prayer that Kasumigaoka Utaha could not quite understand.

Only a few sentences could be barely discerned.

'His glory.........'

Walking on the earth...

'.....bring......'

Aside from the meaningless praise, Kasumigaoka Utaha could only clearly hear the last sentence:

"Ham!"

Chapter 444 The knocking grew increasingly aggressive

Forced to lower her head and listen to the 'teachings', Kasumigaoka Utaha tried her best to use her brain to think.

She feared that if she stopped thinking, she would fall into a state of no return.

This feeling was unfounded, but Kasumigaoka Utaha had a strange intuition telling her that she should never stop thinking.

We must keep thinking about it.

Otherwise it would turn into a meteorite.

Is there any connection between these two?

Strange ideas kept popping into Kasumigaoka Utaha's increasingly chaotic mind, her once clear thinking becoming like a pair of trousers that had gone astray.

Once you go astray, there's no going back.

That logo looks familiar.

While being forced to stare at the mural, Kasumigaoka Utaha inadvertently noticed a strange symbol in a corner.

A pattern with an eye inside a triangle.

At first, Kasumigaoka Utaha didn't think much of it, just taking it as a mark that villainous organizations all have.

But just now she suddenly felt that the expression looked somewhat familiar.

It felt like I'd seen it somewhere before.

After thinking hard for a long time, Kasumigaoka Utaha finally figured out the origin of this symbol.

A secret order?

Isn't this just pure fantasy?

Kasumigaoka Utaha initially learned about this so-called hermitage from some chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) boys.

To be honest, she wasn't interested in that kind of topic.

However, out of curiosity, she still went online to check it out after she got home.

After all, a novelist needs to accumulate a certain number of stories.

You can't write anything good if you don't have substance in your mind.

Many taciturn novelists actually have far more active minds than anyone else.

During that period, Kasumigaoka Utaha's Love Metronome encountered a major problem and was once in danger of being canceled.

At the time, Kasumigaoka Utaha was considering accepting the fate of having her book canceled and starting a new book of a different genre.

What else can we do?

Fortunately, she pulled through in the end.

No one offered comfort, nor did anyone provide support or advice.

He had to bear it all alone in silence.

Since then, Kasumigaoka Utaha's thinking has matured a lot.

The Hermitage was one of the stories that Kasumigaoka Utaha read during that time.

Although this story was one of the worst in terms of plot and setting compared to the many stories Kasumigaoka Utaha had read, she forgot about it not long after finishing it.

But upon seeing that sign, Kasumigaoka Utaha's long-buried memories were awakened.

Information about the secret order came to mind, but was quickly dismissed.

'No, this is definitely not the same organization.'

Kasumigaoka Utaha thought with absolute certainty.

In the stories she knew, the Secret Order was composed of a group of the world's richest and most powerful people.

Although they possess many technologies unknown to ordinary people, they absolutely do not have supernatural powers.

Besides, I've never heard of the Secret Order being religious.

What the heck is "Hamen"?

Pray to the husky?

Kasumigaoka Utaha was making some random, incoherent comments as her thoughts began to drift apart during her prayers.

My mind, which was initially quite clear, gradually began to sink.

I'm so tired, let's not think about these things anymore.

Well, it's fine as it is.

Thinking about it carefully, I don't really need to fight back.

Kasumigaoka Utaha's mind was filled with jumbled thoughts, leaving her with no extra mental energy to think about those things.

The most primal will to survive seemed to vanish at this moment, along with other desires.

The various thoughts in my mind slowly faded away, leaving only a series of sounds...

"Ham!" *N

At one point, everyone in the hall stood up and shouted out those two words.

The man on the stairs held a book in his left hand and raised his right hand high, shouting loudly to the people in the hall.

This pose looks exactly like some kind of celebratory monster.

Let's leave aside Kasumigaoka Utaha and Hayasaka Ai, who had long since given up resisting.

For some unknown reason, Elena, that vile witch, has not taken the initiative to disrupt this strange gathering.

Instead, he kept cooperating with the other party's actions and performance, loudly shouting "Hamen!"

I'm doing my best to cooperate with your performance.

If you look closely, the guy on the stairs might spot it.

What makes Elena different from the others.

Her body was not like a stiff marionette, and her pupils were not empty.

However, he failed to notice.

Perhaps it was the confidence of being in the main base, or perhaps it was Elena's magic.

Many people overlook one point: Elena is a genius witch.

They might lack experience and tactics when facing veteran witches.

But no matter what, she is a witch, the highest-ranking magician.

To most people, Elena's existence is powerful and mysterious.

If anyone had treated her like an ordinary girl, no one would even know where her body was buried.

The grass on his grave can grow taller than the grass on his ancestors' graves overnight.

However, most people's impression of her is limited to her being a scumbag, and they may even have the misconception that this scumbag witch is harmless.

Looking at the neat and orderly figures in the hall, a satisfied smile appeared on the lips of the man in the red robe on the stairs.

The man slowly lowered his outstretched hand, a holy smile on his face.

“All of you here have been guided here by my God, so we are family.”

The man gently closed the book and spoke in a clear voice.

Combined with the other person's body language, these words were surprisingly infectious.

'Family my foot!'

Kasumigaoka Utaha managed to squeeze out a sliver of clarity from her chaotic mind, but after letting out an inward roar, she sank back into chaos once more.

Kasumigaoka Utaha felt as if she had fallen into a quagmire.

The more you struggle, the deeper you sink.

The more you struggle, the more powerless you become, and the more difficult it is to move.

The more he tried to fight against that strange force and stay clear-headed, the more confused his mind became.

The man on the stairs kept talking incessantly, while the people in the hall stood there like a group of puppets.

The scene is filled with a sense of absurdity.

If this were an exam, I would have to write an 800-word analysis and reflection.

"Next..."

"Boom boom boom!"

Clearing his throat, the man spread his arms and spoke loudly.

However, the man was interrupted by a knock on the door halfway through his sentence.

Raising an eyebrow slightly, the man decided to ignore the knocking for the time being.

"I......."

"Boom boom boom!"

"Everyone..."

"Knock knock knock knock!!!"

I believe...

"Thump thump thump thump thump thump thump!!!!!"