Living with a magical girl, but a weirdo cadre

"I will definitely become a powerful warrior in the future! Stronger than you, brother! Ahahahaha..."

"Obviously I am stronger now!"

"I am the stronger one!"

"For His Majesty the Saint King!!"

"..."

While the two were fighting, Uncle Joseph came out of the breakfast shop, veins popping out on his forehead: "Stop it!"

As he shouted, Joseph held three packets of fish and chips in his left hand and punched the two men on the head with his right fist.

Very fair, one punch each.

"Bangbang~"

Accompanied by the sound of a heavy blow to the head.

The two brothers immediately stopped fighting and watched their father untie them from the pillars. As he untied them, he sighed, "You two naughty boys."

As he said this, Uncle Joseph looked at the magical girl beside him and said, "Lisa... aren't you going to work today?"

Why not go to Scotland Yard instead of just sitting here and eating bread?

"I'm at work, but I'm already late. So there's no need to rush."

Lisa said this, throwing the bread packaging into the trash can, and then slowly ran towards Scotland Yard: "It's really hard to take care of two children... Goodbye."

"..."

"..."

"Modern Britain actually looks like this... unexpectedly plain, with not even a tall building to be seen."

In the dark alley, two people wearing cloaks that covered their faces and bodies were observing the situation on the street.

In response to one person's statement, another person simply explained: "Haha, every country has small towns... It's not that they are not advanced enough."

"They still have computers, TVs and mobile phones at home, but they just choose such a leisurely and seemingly backward lifestyle."

In response to the male voice's statement, the other woman made a sound of sudden enlightenment: "I see, but... in my impression, aren't all British people red-haired?"

Monsters are old things too.

However, due to the nature of monsters, their memories may always remain in the distant and even more distant past... They are not aware of the changes in humans in just a thousand years.

Therefore, [Dian] would be curious as to why there are people with black hair and blonde hair in the town... and why there are such hair color characteristics of the Romans and Nordic people.

"Hahahahaha, that's not the case~"

Another person laughed and explained, "You were born too early... The ancient Celts did have mostly red hair."

As he said this, [Le] reached out and pulled his hood up: "This is the history of Britain's displacement."

"The story of Rome and the story of the red dragon and the white dragon... The Saint King is also blonde, isn't he?"

Roman culture and occupation gave Britain more Roman blood, then came the invasion of Germanic tribes... and then they blended again.

Later on, there were even the Vikings.

However, she had no interest in this part of the [Classic]. She just raised her head and looked up at the sky: "What is the bloodline of the Saint King?"

That’s a good question…

"The answer is British ancestry."

Although like most people, he has various ancient racial dispensations running through his veins...Anglo, Saxon, and the like."

"However, he defined what British blood is by using the royal power. He is the most orthodox British blood."

Having said this, Le led Dian out of the alley and said, "However, nowadays, not many people are proud of their bloodline..."

"By the way, King Odin is a Viking..."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Unable to hold back his laughter, [Le]'s tone darkened: "The King of Wind City who almost killed me... is the brother of the Saint King."

"Hmm? Brother?"

“Brother of the Church”

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The woman looked at the image reflected in the water and couldn't help but look at the Saint King with curiosity in her eyes.

"King? Are you brothers with the King of Neon's Wind Capital?"

In response to the other party's question, the Saint King put the golden hair behind his ears, nodded slightly with the crown on his head, and said, "Yes."

The woman's eyes immediately brightened up, and she raised a finger: "Wang, do you know that meme on the Internet? It's that..."

“Brother…Brother!”

"..."

Saint King: “…”

The Saint King, who is a big V on Twitter, stared at the white-haired magical girl in front of him...stared at the chief magical girl of Britain.

He said nothing.

Chapter 238 It’s broken, there’s Lancelot!

Regarding Cong Yu’s past…there’s actually not much to say.

Before he entered the church, the Saint King had heard rumors about Cong Yu... At that time, every household in his village would discuss Cong Yu.

They told of Brother Gwynnevia, who could revive unconscious people simply by kissing them.

Gwen only needs to boil the water and drink it for a long time to cure other people's diseases...

When he was six years old, he used a hunting knife to kill a wild wolf that was fighting with a sheepdog.

Well...Gwen Navia is Cong Yu.

Or it could be said to be Cong Yu's great name.

For the Saint King, his first impression of Cong Yu when he was a child was that he was strong, as strong as an angel descending to earth.

Cong Yu is a legendary figure in the church welfare home.

However, even so.

Logically speaking, the Saint King’s life wouldn’t have much intersection with Cong Yu... because Cong Yu is much older than him.

But the old priest's death changed all that.

The kind old priest was killed in an attack by a strange man, and the children, nuns and monks organized a memorial service.

The new priest was a thin man and gave people a somewhat gloomy feeling.

The nuns and the adults didn't like him very much...

Since his arrival, the children in the church have become a little strange... to be more precise, the children of the Saint King.

Among the youngest children, many began to stammer and evade their words when speaking in daily life... and they did not dare to look the priest in the eye.

The Saint King realized what that meant.

The nun also knew...

However, no one did anything, and no one dared to say anything... From that time on, the world became darker.

Finally, it was his turn.

The young Saint King, who was hoping for the best, was eventually called into the room by the priest...but he was helpless at that time.

Even the thought of resistance could not arise.

However...the Saint King always makes the right decision at the right time, as if he had received a revelation from heaven.

In despair, he shouted at the figure passing by the stained glass window -

【Help. 】

"..."

"My king, I am grateful that you can tell me this."

The white-haired magical girl said this, she paused, and said: "I know it was Cong Yu who passed by outside...but didn't the other children shout?"

In response, the Saint King did not say anything, but just looked at the other party.

After a little thought, the magical girl realized... Indeed, because the other party was a priest, and the victims were all children of the church.

Therefore, those who dare not speak out are a minority.

Even if there is someone crying, there may not be people passing by outside, and even if there are people passing by, they will not go to rescue.

The magical girl almost understood.

"and then?"

In response to the question from the magical girl, the Saint King showed a nostalgic expression: "I witnessed Cong Yu's plan and plot."

"He rushed into the room with several nuns, and when he realized that ... the nuns were about to side with the priest, he took out a hidden knife and slashed the priest's throat, splashing blood."

The white-haired magical girl pondered for a moment about what the Saint King said: "Does this mean that Cong Yu made two preparations?"

Yes, it is true.

"As you said..."

"Then Cong Yu went on a killing spree, wielding a blade and inciting the children to kill every adult who knew about it..."

The Saint King said this, looking at the monsters strolling in the water mirror's art: "That is, all the adults."

"Cong Yu sent the children home and then set the church on fire."

"Cong Yu told everyone to tell a different story, so it will take a long time for the knights to target a specific person."

"Let the carpenter's child say that the blacksmith's child killed him."

"Then he told the young blacksmith that if anyone asked, he should say that the fisherman's child killed him... Then he told the fisherman's child another version of the story, and the cycle continued."

"Our names were mixed in somewhere in the middle. After this arrangement, Cong Yu took me on our escape."

It's not in the [last link], but in [a certain link]. The magical girl understands this intention.

"Wang...how old were you then?"

"Cong Yu is nine years old, and I am eight."

"..."

Nine years old...this is too scary.

The magical girl was a little surprised. She couldn't help but open her mouth and said, "Will those children and nuns really act according to Cong Yu's idea?"

After asking this question first, the magical girl pondered for a moment and said, "Or, in fact, Cong Yu had already made plans to deal with any mistakes or omissions in one of the links?"

If it was the latter, then all the schemes involved would make Cong Yu, who was only nine years old, seem too scary.

"It's the former."

"..."

Magical girl: "???"

The former…what is the former?

Oh... by the way, those children actually acted according to Cong Yu’s ideas, is that right?

"Is this a succubus?"

As the magical girl couldn't help but sigh, the Saint King remained calm and said, "Rather than saying that, it's better to say that he has the temperament and charm of a leader... He is a natural born king, just like me."

This statement feels a bit shameless.

However, the Saint King in front of him didn't look like he was joking at all...looking at his face and achievements.

I have to admit that what he said is true...

Even in the eyes of ordinary people, the unknown Cong Yu cannot be compared with the Saint King.