After choosing to leave, they regretted it.

Those crazy and almost worshipful behaviors are probably partly for self-protection, or even escape.

After all, if Aize is a god, it is natural that a god can do things that humans cannot do. Chris only needs to worship him without thinking.

But, if Aize is not a god but just a human, then what is Chris herself?

So there was that series of reactions.

Aize was very clear about these thoughts, so he had been suppressing Chris's feelings for him.

Because he understood that if he allowed these feelings to develop, the result would most likely be that Chris would be completely trapped in that vicious circle and would never be able to get out.

But having said that, Aize couldn't think of a good way to solve it.

You can't deliberately lose on the battlefield just to shatter her fantasy about you, right?

That would be a joke on the lives of soldiers and even the future of the entire human race.

Absolutely not.

Any indirect treatment and correction beyond this will only backfire as before.

It’s really outrageous when you think about it.

No matter what, Aize is still powerless to do anything about the cause of his good disciple's illness.

I can only comfort you a little in other places:

"Well, you're already a grown man, a subordinate of the God's Chosen Hero, and the leader of the Church's Holy War Knights. If you really refuse to go back, even your father wouldn't be able to do anything about it, right?"

The girl shook her head:

"Although my father is only a marquis, he has considerable military and manpower under his command, even now, due to his duties guarding the border. He also has good relations with the royal family and other nobles. If he really uses family connections to put pressure on others, it would be very troublesome."

After a pause, he added:

"Besides, he's been under a lot of pressure because of what happened to me before. If possible, I don't want to make a big fuss."

"Uh……"

Aize frowned.

A few days ago, who was seriously thinking about how to kill his own father?

This kid, there's such a huge difference between when he's calm and when he's angry.

But this may also mean that the relationship between father and daughter may not be as bad as it appears?

Let’s observe it later.

With Heidi's father as an example, Aize is now a little PTSD about this.

"If you're really worried about this, then you shouldn't have told that lie in the first place."

Aize said this and pushed himself up from the flagpole.

Then gently pat the other person's shoulder.

"Okay, stop imagining it. We're already fully prepared. I'll handle most of it. Just coordinate your part and it'll be fine. Besides, what if we're exposed? I've even made a plan, so don't worry."

"……Um."

The blue-haired girl hesitated for a moment, then nodded firmly.

The expression on his face quickly relaxed.

Does this alleviate some of the anxiety?

But in contrast, the dependence may be more serious.

Ai Ze tried not to think about these annoying things, took a deep breath of the cool night air, and then turned around:

"Let's go, it's too late, it's time to rest. Don't get a bad night's sleep, or you'll fall asleep during the official performance tomorrow, okay?"

"Yes, I'll go right away, Master!"

The two of them walked back to the hotel.

In the shadows behind them, a black cat stood quietly, silently watching everything that had just happened.

Needless to say, this was naturally Villian's familiar, and everything it saw and heard was transmitted to its master lying in bed upstairs through all five senses.

However, it’s not that Miss Witch has a hobby of peeping.

Arranging a familiar is a routine task. In order to prepare for possible emergencies, it will always be wandering and patrolling around the hotel.

So I happened to see the two of them talking.

As for the content of their conversation, Villian smiled bitterly and shook her head helplessly:

"Really? You're so sensitive to people's malice, but why are you so numb to kindness?"

Aize can be said to have a keen eye for those calculations based on interests, or psychological disguise, deception, and self-deception.

Therefore, he was able to accurately and quickly identify the nature of Chris's worshipful attitude towards him and curb it.

But the problem is, things are not that simple.

Seeking comfort and security, and using the halo of idols to escape one's own failures, certainly exists, but it is definitely not the only emotion.

Christina Karlsade's affection for Aize is objectively true.

As a result, she herself couldn't explain it clearly.

As for Aize, he was not very sensitive to this aspect, and he was also extremely strict with himself, so he didn't notice it much.

That's what happened.

From an outsider's perspective, it looks a bit frustrating.

"How about doing me a favor? Never mind, it's better not to get involved too much."

Some threads are destined to be sorted out by yourself.

Villian, who was a bystander, finally decided to pretend that she knew nothing. She turned over, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

After all, my job as the "head maid" tomorrow will not be easy.

Chapter 29...Disgusting.

After spending some time reviewing the events that had happened in the past few days and predicting and planning for the next developments, Aize fell asleep in his room.

Then, it was dawn, we got up, packed up, got on the carriage and set off again.

After last night's conversation, Chris's mood had calmed down a lot, and nothing worth mentioning happened along the way.

The group took about half a day and arrived near Jarlsberg, their destination, before dark in the afternoon as planned.

After finding a deserted place, Villian changed into a maid outfit, activated the puppet maid that had been made and debugged in advance, arranged the queue, and then entered the city.

Jarlsburg, as its name suggests, was just a castle for most of its history. It was not until twenty years ago that it was officially upgraded to a town with the strong investment of the Empire and the Karlsade family.

Even now, the scale is definitely not large.

There is no need to compare it with the royal capital. Even compared with Tafia, which is also a strong military base on the border, it is pitifully small, with an area not even half of the latter.

But it's quite solid inside.

Simple, Empire-style houses are neatly arranged within a pre-set area, accommodating a large population disproportionate to the area.

On the narrow but straight and flat streets, fully armed patrolling guards can be seen everywhere, passing by civilians busy with their lives. No one feels panic or fear, as they are all used to it.

After all, compared to Tafia, which controls the Anlin Plain and is separated from the demon army by a natural barrier, this place is almost in direct confrontation with the demons. It is a real front line where a battle may break out at any time.

It is not surprising that such a situation occurs.

Before Aize and others, a team of more than ten large carts had just entered the city. Each cart was piled with a large amount of goods covered with canvas.

Judging from their attire, they seemed to be a large caravan.

But in fact, this group of people marched with powerful steps and neat formations, and even weapons could be seen faintly under their clothes, indicating that they were imperial troops in disguise.

The large-scale secret transfer of supplies did indeed create an atmosphere before a major war.

"That's Old Jarlsburg—it should be considered the manor house now."

Chris took off her armor, changed into a gorgeous satin dress and a hat tied with satin, pointed to a rather magnificent building at the end of the street and said so.

There was still a hint of dissatisfaction in his expression:

“…I really don’t want to come back.”

Aize adjusted his collar and patted his apprentice on the back:

"Alright, stop saying that now that we're at the gate. The guards have just been notified. If you show that expression now, you might be exposed."

"I know, I know..."

The blue-haired girl slapped her cheeks hard, trying to push her unhappiness under her skin.

All that was left was a beautiful and standard social fake smile.

"I'm ready, Master!"

Although Aize himself is also a master of fake smile, it was still quite fresh to see his apprentice like this for the first time.

But think about it.

No matter how crazy he usually gets, this guy is a legitimate elite from a prestigious family. He should be more familiar with that stuff than someone like me who just changed career paths lately.

Too reckless.

If I had thought of this earlier, I might have been able to get her to help me avoid some troublesome parties.

Amidst such intermittent thoughts and emotions, the carriage arrived in front of the lord's mansion.

As the entirety of Jarlsburg in the past, this facility, which combined multiple functions such as aristocratic residence, material storage, and military city defense, has been completely preserved after the reconstruction.

So much so that it is not only of an astonishing scale, but also has its own moat.

Now, with their arrival, accompanied by a creaking sound, the drawbridge slowly lowered and the tightly closed metal gate opened.

It revealed the red carpet that had been laid out at the back, and guards in their best attire lined up to welcome them.

And, standing at the end of the queue, Marquis Karside himself was looking here with his arms folded.

The look in his eyes was extremely sharp, so sharp that it could be said to be unfriendly, so much so that even though Aize could hardly see the other person's appearance from a distance, he still got goosebumps.

This scene is not a good one.

The exaggerated behavior attracted a large number of onlookers, and even made Chris, who had calmed down, twist her lips into an S shape again, her face flushed and trembling.

Aize's purpose of pretending to be a couple is to find out the other party's reason for recalling Chris and to respond accordingly.

Considering that the father did not reveal any reason to his daughter, it would not be easy for him, the fake son-in-law, to find out the truth, and he would have to put enough pressure on him.

For this reason, the pomp and momentum of the first meeting cannot be lost.

He winked at Villian, who was wearing a maid outfit, and the latter understood and immediately waved her hand.

The puppet maids following behind the carriage immediately took action, standing on both sides of the carriage and connecting the welcoming team formed by the guards.

Then, Villian lowered her head in a formal manner and slowly opened the car door.

"Let's go."

After tidying up his clothes for the last time, Aize put on his standard business smile, got out of the car first, turned around, pressed his chest, and stretched out his hand to Chris, who was still trembling in the car.

The segment that had been rehearsed many times, coupled with the hand extended by Aize, finally calmed Chris down.

"Um!"

She nodded vigorously, lifted the hem of her skirt, and slowly got out of the car with the help of Aize. Then, she took her "husband's" arm, stepped onto the red carpet, and walked towards the entrance of the castle.

Watching the two people getting closer and closer, the figure standing at the end of the queue finally began to move, taking a step forward and actively moving towards the two people.

Only at this time did Aize finally see the other person's appearance clearly.

A middle-aged man in his forties, with slightly curly brown hair - because Chris's hair color is said to be from her mother.

He is only slightly taller than Aize, but his body is extremely strong. Even when he is wrapped in a men's suit, his threatening muscles can be seen.

Even in such an occasion, he had a huge broadsword hanging around his waist, not a ceremonial decorative sword, and he looked murderous.

"first meet."

With a deep voice, after the other party bowed slightly, he spoke first.