Wrong, my skills refresh every week

"Can you run away?" Belle took a wrong step, and her figure crossed the long street like lightning and appeared in front of a dozen or so members of the dark faction who were fleeing.

She spread out her five fingers, and flames instantly cut through the air, covering the crowd.

In the sea of ​​fire, the dark faction soldiers danced, trying to put out the flames on their bodies, but one of them broke through the sea of ​​fire and swung a huge blade wildly towards Belle.

The magic power of thunder is released from the blade.

"Go to hell!"

"Magic sword?!" Belle's eyes flashed, and her steps moved rapidly, deflecting seven falling lightning bolts in an instant.

"You can move!" Ciel assured himself that he would never be able to dodge this area magic. He stuffed his combat experience into his head like it was free.

Isn't this much more useful than Hawaii?

The dark faction cadre was furious when he saw Belle easily turn off the magic. However, Belle's figure still approached his chest and kicked him. His sternum made a crisp sound and hit the wall, and he collapsed to the ground.

"Level 3 again? That's a huge investment."

A swish sound.

Belle turned her head and reached out to grab a feather arrow. She looked around and found that the surrounding towers were filled with thugs in white uniforms.

They drew their bows and pulled the strings with a grin.

"Sniper!"

Whoosh whoosh—

These feather arrows shot by senior adventurers had amazing penetrating power, like sniper bullets, hitting Belle's shadow, sinking three inches into the ground, and splashing up dirt and debris.

While running, he would either duck his head or tumble, running in a graceful Z. But there were too many arrows, chasing Belle accurately and locking onto her throat.

At the critical moment, Belle's eyes flashed, and the dagger accurately cut the arrow, splitting the arrowhead into two, producing sparks. Then, she maintained the forward posture and turned sideways.

She remained face up, grabbed the arrow that had passed by her nose with her left hand, and under the influence of inertia, turned her body and threw it towards the house.

“Puff, Ahhhhh——” the arrow pierced the flesh, followed by a scream.

After a few breaths, Belle was already close to the tower a hundred meters away. She bent her legs slightly, stepped on the wall and jumped up. The moment her head appeared, flames exploded and shattered the entire tower.

Under the cover of the explosion, the process repeated itself. Soon, the area was full of wailing villains lying on the ground.

"Want me to kill them for you?"

"No, the Ganesha clan should be here soon, let's leave first." Belle didn't hesitate, she dealt with both ends, returned to the church, picked up the merchants' cargo boxes in each hand, and moved away in the opposite direction.

Near the busy streets of the North District, Belle curiously opened a few boxes to check.

"What's inside?"

"It should be a good thing." Charles had some guesses in his mind.

When the alley opens...

"It is indeed this."

"Is this... a branch of the Great Sacred Tree?" Belle was slightly surprised.

In the world of the underworld, blacksmiths can only forge weapons and magic swords, and it is the magicians who provide magic wands to the wizards.

Among the materials needed to make a magic wand, the branches of the Great Sage Tree are the best, followed by magic gems that only magicians can produce.

Charles just needed a magic wand that suits him. He opened his mouth and wanted to take one away, but suddenly his hair tensed and he got into Belle's body.

"Da da da--"

There were strange footsteps behind her, and Belle drew her sword to be on guard.

In the twilight, the shadow of the Tower of Babel was reflected, which gradually shifted over time, revealing the outline of a woman in a long robe.

She just stood there, saying nothing, but putting heavy pressure on Belle.

"Who are you?" A dull voice came from under Belle's mask. The violent magic power in the air made him tremble.

If he was facing Chardo, he could rely on his skills and speed to barely deal with him, but facing an opponent like this, Belle's sixth sense told him that he would not have time to get close to him and would be overwhelmed by the surging bombardment.

A drop of cold sweat slid down Belle's forehead, and Charles also chose to remain completely silent.

If Charles dared to mock Chardo in person and fabricate all kinds of scandals about the uncle, then he would never dare to do anything rash in front of the woman in front of him.

Alfia, the current Orario, no, the world's strongest wizard, reached level 19 at the age of 7, and has killed three major commissions with her own hands. Even Hera does not give her any face.

She is the queen who has the final say.

Arrogant, neurotic, and queen are her labels.

Although Charles praised his sister-in-law, when faced with a woman like this, any man who dared to touch her territory would almost be blown away by magic.

The sun sets quietly and the night gradually covers the alley.

At this moment, the woman moved. She took light steps and slowly emerged from the dark shadow.

The brim of her hat was pulled down so low that her face could not be seen. Her long gray hair fluttered down, and the mysterious night air reminded people of the word "witch".

However, Belle felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity and her head began to ache slightly.

"I should be the one asking you this question..." He raised his eyes under the gray robe, revealing a pair of strange eyes, and his voice trembled slightly: "Child, can you take off the mask?"

Chapter 97 Witch's Wind Chime

"!!!"

Belle's body trembled slightly when she heard the familiar voice. When the tone and pitch that had been buried in her memory sounded, she couldn't be sure if it was due to excessive nostalgia that she was hallucinating.

Alfia misunderstood Belle's situation and just took it for granted that she really didn't like children. Her behavior would only bring fear to the children.

However, when Belle obeyed the conditioned reflex in her memory and slowly pulled down the mask, revealing a face that was 70% similar to hers, her expression collapsed.

It was the same face as her sister, Metluya! Alfia would never forget her lost appearance. Except for those annoying red eyes.

“Metluya… No! Who are you?! No, don’t show me! You despicable guy! Don’t confuse me with this non-existent illusion!”

Alfia was certain of the child's gender and age, and under her violent supervision, it was impossible for the man to have an affair.

She was very sure that she was still a virgin and there was no way she could have any illegitimate child as Chardo thought.

"Alfia Mama?" Belle murmured, pausing in her attempt to rush forward.

"Don't call me Ogasan!" Alfia's cold emotions collapsed, the noise in her ears became more and more piercing, and her magic was agitated:

【Gospel!】

The terrifying sound wave shattered the entire alley and knocked Belle back more than ten meters.

Alfia's face was filled with anger. As someone who had stood in Orario for thousands of years and stood at the pinnacle of the Hera clan, she knew very well how many miracles could be born in the lower world.

It is not impossible that there are skills that can cause hallucinations, or magic that can disguise one's appearance.

As for the even more incredible thing of traveling through time and space, it was something she didn't even dare to think about, let alone believe.

Belle climbed up from the dirt. She had been ravaged by the Gospel countless times, and she only felt familiar. The pain in her body even had a hint of pleasure...

"You...are you a masochist?"

"No, I'm just so happy to feel the whip of Alfea's mother's love again."

Charles didn't quite understand, he had never tried this in his life.

But he could feel Belle's joy. Perhaps only after losing someone would one have such feelings towards an old friend. Even if she appeared again and scolded him, he would still be happy.

Belle rushed towards Alfia in a panic.

What replaced it was of course the merciless [Gospel].

Gray shock waves fell on Belle like raindrops, causing her to fall down again and again, being blown away, and then standing up again and again in a mess.

"Don't come here! Don't come here! Don't come here!"

More and more bombardments came out, along with Alfia's increasingly confused thoughts.

Belle, who had started to rush around recklessly, also began to dodge reflexively.

That was a fighting style that was specially developed after being ravaged by the Gospel for many years...

And Alfia was very familiar with this kind of fighting technique.

She knows me very well!

As a "talented monster", she can learn everyone's fighting style immediately, so she naturally knows under what conditions Belle would have such a set of skills specifically for [Gospel] and the development of her own moves.

That is not something that can be learned overnight; it requires accumulation over time.

Alfia fantasized, if she had children, would she do the same, always using the gospel to discipline the disobedient ones?

Seeing Belle's injuries increasing, the power of the Gospel was weakening. Alfia bit her lip and watched the girl running towards her with a smile on her face, like a young swallow returning to its nest.

She had never been pregnant, but for the first time she felt like a mother.

“No, don’t make an expression like that with that face…” Alfia lowered her head, her lips trembling.

"you win."

She stopped firing.

If it was my sister...it wouldn't matter even if she died under this face.

Alfia gently opened her arms, trying to hold her in her arms, just like she always did to welcome her sister. Then, her arms sank, and Belle, with a bruised face, hit her head on the plump air cushion.

"?"

What was waiting for Alfia was not a dagger, but a tight hug, pure white hair rubbing against her chest, and tears soaking her clothes.

She hadn't cried for a long time. Ever since she decided to become a hero in place of her stepmother, she hadn't shed a single tear even after going through hellish training, even though the city collapsed and she would never see her companions again.

But after seeing her mother again, Belle's emotions were ignited and she vented her long-standing grievances and sufferings to her.

Alfia was also at a loss, she didn't know how to treat the child.

Not...an enemy?

Alfia sighed and gave up. "Do you still want to confuse me? If so, then I'll leave this body to you to do with it."

"Really?"

睁开眼，她看到了一只舔着欠揍表情的猫猫，正试图用他的肉垫给自己推拿。

"What the hell?! Is this your true form?"

Alfia raised her hand and swung it, and the Gospel Fist pierced through Ciel and landed directly on Belle's head.

"Ah! It hurts! Alfia Oba-san!" Belle held her head and cried out in pain: "I definitely didn't make a mistake this time!"

"Don't even yell, auntie!"

"Yes." Belle buried her face in her clothes again, reluctant to leave.

Alfia, however, focused her attention on the cat licking its fur on her head.

In the spiritual space.

"Are you confused? Do you feel like this kid is a trap set for you?"

"Who are you?"

"We've met before, in the church. He took good care of me back then, and now we're even."

"It's you! Chardo's...ah~"

Alfia suddenly realized that this was the reason why the old man had that stereotype.

"So, this is how you trick me?" Alfia's expression turned cold.

"Prank? No, you misunderstood." Charles couldn't suppress the curve of his mouth: "Belle is the real thing, this is taken from your name, right?"

"You mean... bell?" Alfia's memory went back to the time when her sister was still alive...

"If you were to name the child, what would you name it?"

"If... I really have a child, I still want to get the name from Alfia."

"--bell, wind chime. Whether it's a boy or a girl, I'll name it this."

It has the same name as the magic bell that Alfia rings. The magic that Alfia considers as dirty noise is treasured by her sister.

Thinking of this, Alfia's hands unconsciously hugged Belle tightly. This is the "bell wind chime" that Metluya left for me.