Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

And the male protagonist in every novel is an unforgivable villain.

Why do women look at men for a second and then try to avoid them, which means they like them?

Why, the male protagonist always likes to say - don’t play hard to get tricks with me anymore.

The Witch of Disaster was puzzled by this.

After listening to Miss Saint's story for the 34th time, she couldn't help but ask for the first time:

“Why do the heroes in your stories always have to conquer the world?”

"Because he's handsome, just like you are now."

As the Saint Lady spoke, a strange longing appeared in her eyes.

The Witch of Disaster didn't understand. She had never asked the Saint's name, nor had she ever cared about anything about the Saint.

However, if conquering the world is really that cool, it is not impossible.

Time passed quietly as the witch beat up people from the church every day, occasionally made medicine, and occasionally listened to new stories created by the saint.

On a starry night, the saint brought something as soft and dense as a cloud from somewhere.

There were a few lighted candles sparsely placed on it.

The Witch of Disaster had never seen such a novel thing before. After taking a bite, she fell in love with the sweet taste.

“This is a cream cake.”

Miss Saint explained.

"Have you ever eaten something that you can only eat on your birthday?"

The Witch of Disaster was born without a father or a mother, so naturally she couldn't understand such things.

"I don't have a birthday."

She accepted this fact almost calmly.

The Saint Lady lowered her head cautiously.

"Oh, sorry, I'll give you my birthday then."

For the first time, the Witch of Disaster inevitably became curious about the Saint Lady.

"Hey, what's your name?"

She had never been curious about the saint's life before, and naturally had never asked her name.

The Saint Lady smiled slightly, "Lucia."

"What about you, what's your name?"

"I don't have a name, so what does it matter?"

The Witch of Disaster didn't care.

The saint's beautiful eyes stared at him for a long time, as if containing some complex emotions, and she said softly:

"A name is important. It is proof of a person's existence."

"Those who come to destroy me will almost never survive more than three seconds before dying under my flames. How can they know my name? I don't need that kind of thing."

"Or else, I'll give you my name as well. I really hate... my life."

The Saint Lady smiled, but there was an unspeakable sadness in her eyes.

But a witch is just a witch and cannot understand complicated emotions.

How could the Witch of Disaster not want something that was given to her for free?

She gladly accepted the proposal, and in return received a genuine smile from the young girl.

What a great deal! A bargain!

Afterwards, the saint found a few bottles of good wine from somewhere and insisted on dragging the witch to drink.

After three rounds of drinks, it's time to express your true feelings.

The Saint lady hugged the arm of a certain witch and cursed the Church in a low voice while drunkenly.

She said she didn't like the Vatican and didn't have any faith, and was just an unlucky person chosen by chance.

She said she hated complicated theological books, hated having to behave properly, and hated a family that used her as a cash cow and a show-off.

She said she was tired of the world and hated goddesses.

She said that it would be better if the world were destroyed.

The Witch of Disaster listened quietly, and unlike usual, she did not say any sarcastic words.

"So is there anything you like?"

If you want it, I will help you get it back - these are the words she never said.

The drunken Saint leaned on someone's shoulder, thought quietly for a long time, and said, "I like it now."

What does it mean to like it now?

The Witch of Disaster rarely interacts with others. The places where she exercises her emotional intelligence the most come from the novels of Miss Saint and Miss Saint.

But she wouldn't bother with such things, and she pulled the drunken Saint Lady up.

Above the starry sky, between the deep blue clouds, overlooking the mountains, the city lights, and the small but warm world.

This was a vision that only witches and gods could appreciate, and she shared it with the saint who opened her heart to her.

He also carefully selected a magic ring of excellent condition, "Tears of Artulus", from his own small treasury as a birthday present.

The Saint Lady smiled faintly and said "Thank you" in a hazy drunken state.

From then on, Miss Witch began to study the novel written by someone seriously.

She tried to find out why the male protagonist made the author so obsessed.

She even began to try to understand the logical circuitry of the male protagonist's speech.

As a loyal reader, Miss Witch undoubtedly won the praise of Miss Saint.

She could even feel that Miss Saint's eyes were fixed on her all the time.

She thought, according to the description in the novel, the Saint Lady must have fallen in love.

But she was a free-spirited witch who could not understand human emotions at all and had no way to respond.

So, she took the initiative to confess her feelings to Miss Saint and said, "It is impossible for me to like you."

"why?"

The Saint asked this question in surprise.

"Because I am the unforgivable witch of disaster, and you are just an unlucky guy I captured. Don't be too obsessed with me."

The Saint Lady said nothing, her eyes curved and she smiled softly with her hands covering her mouth.

Happy times always come to an end, and the goddess's reverse scale has been violated again and again.

The church army, together with the Magic Association, finally attacked in full force.

This time, the goddess gave an oracle - the witch of disaster must be eliminated and Her Majesty the Saint must be found.

There were even a few blessed paladins in this united army.

The goddess Veils can even possess the blessed knight to ensure that the witch is destroyed without fail.

The huge black army rushed into the southern forest fearlessly.

The powerful magic fell like raindrops, but it couldn't shake the witch at all.

The witch of disaster said to the saint of the church,

“If you are scared, you can run away now, but otherwise you will have to fight the whole world next.

The Saint Lady stood firmly beside the disaster from beginning to end, as if she was choosing her fate without hesitation.

"If possible... don't let it affect the surrounding towns."

This is Miss Saint's only request.

"Hmm? Of course no problem, protecting them is easy."

Those simple people... were the last conscience left after the saint escaped from her original life.

The owner of the bakery always secretly gives Miss Saint a baguette as a special offer, and the butcher on the corner is always muttering that if he can earn one more year's salary, he can enjoy his retirement.

Every time I went to their place, I knew that the Witch of Disaster was following me, but I always remained friendly and gentle...

These are ordinary people's lives and should not be disrupted by this crusade.

……

But the witch's power alone is not enough to deal with the almighty gods.

The Holy Flame of Judgment sent down by the goddess Veils completely devoured the witch of disaster.

Fortunately, it did not affect the surrounding towns.

The dragon was finally defeated, and it was another fairy-tale ending.

In the Vatican, Saint Lucia, who had been looted for a long time, finally returned to the Vatican.

But somehow, Lucia soon died of illness.

105. No need to care about me

I could have endured the darkness if I had never seen the sun, but the sun has made my desolation a new desolation - this is all the sentences Grace could think of about Lucia in her dream.

I just woke up from a dream.

Grace felt as if her body was being suppressed by something warm and heavy, and she was completely unable to move.

Sweat oozed from his forehead, especially from the left shoulder socket, where a slight burning sensation continued to emanate.

It was like the cat I pet was deliberately lying on top of me to wake me up.

Grace struggled hard in the darkness of her vision and opened her eyes.

What caught my eye was the chestnut-colored hair that was as soft as seaweed.

This is……?

The light in her pupils converged, and the warmth in the quilt finally made Grace realize her current situation.

The hot, fiery temperature is spreading unrestrainedly in the skin that fits closely.

Nora——!!!!!!!!

Grace felt physiologically disgusted, her pupils shrank like a cat on alert, and she immediately pushed the girl away with disgust and sat up from the bed.

A large area of ​​white and creamy skin was exposed in the air. Even though the fireplace was lit, the icy cold air still invaded every inch of the skin.

Grace shivered with cold and looked down at her miserable state, now only in her underwear.

Nora, this guy...

A feeling of being offended and nauseous surged into her heart. Grace lowered her eyes with a gloomy look and gritted her teeth in endurance.

Her skirt and underwear were all thrown onto the clean floor as if they had been ravaged.

Biting the middle knuckle of her index finger, Grace tried to calm down.

First there was the issue of Nora going crazy, then there was a certain coldness that seeped into her bones, and why did Nora collapse on herself?

Grace nimbly got out of bed, picked up her clothes from the floor and put them on one by one.

From the outside, she remained elegant and calm, as if no one could shake her heartstrings.

She was waiting for Nora's explanation. The girl who she had pushed to the other side was gradually coming to her senses amid the rustling sound of fabric.

Logically speaking, Nora was the one who went crazy and attacked indiscriminately in the chaos.

But Grace did not feel any inexplicable fear or vigilance towards Nora.

Because Grace is not afraid of death, she takes an extreme approach and asks Nora to take her away.

If I can't even trust my personal maid, how can I trust others in the future?