After choosing to leave, they regretted it.

Aize raised his eyebrows, and his voice was filled with threats:

"What? Don't want to talk about it? That's fine too. How about I help you talk about it? Anyway..."

"No, no, no! I'll tell you! I'll tell you right now!"

If even Aize went, it would be a double social death. Chris even doubted whether her heart could support her to walk out of the room alive.

Just admit defeat.

He picked up the bottle and left with a sad face and a look of despair and dejection.

"Oh, it's all outrageous things."

Aize smiled bitterly and shrugged, then sat back in his seat and continued with his original plan, reviewing the information he had received previously.

Intelligence can be roughly divided into two parts.

Those members related to the Pure White Saint Sect have been examined very carefully before, and no matter how much I think about it now, it is difficult to make any new discoveries.

So Aize focused on another group - the victims of the Holy City riots.

The previous riots in the Holy City, with Leah as the spear and Rosaline as the driving force, directly led to the tragic deaths of dozens of senior officials from various departments of the church, and triggered huge chaos and panic.

It even easily destroyed the original power structure of the church, causing things to become what they are now.

It is no coincidence that these victims from various departments became Rosalyn's targets. If you can find the common points among them, it would be quite easy to find.

"Tsk, what a bunch of damned beasts who deserve to die."

With the Inquisition at its core, the dead across all departments of the church, in a nutshell, almost none of them can be called human beings.

Without exception, they were all heavily involved in corruption and violence.

Or like Archbishop Colin of the Inquisition, he is a pure madman.

During the trial, the charges announced in the name of oracles, according to the information sent this time, were more than 80% true.

If the information previously known to Aize is incorporated into the data, the accuracy rate will even exceed 97%.

The corruption of the church's top leaders is evident from this.

"If that guy hadn't done all that and just killed these people, maybe the situation in the church would have improved a lot after that. Tsk tsk."

It is like doing good things with bad intentions.

But beyond that, nothing else was discovered.

In addition to being insects, these people also have a wide variety of political factions. There are even cases where two old enemies have lost their lives. It can be said that they have offended almost everyone.

If Rosalyn's goal was to take control of the church, this would be extremely inefficient.

Even if the terror offensive fails, the entire church will unite to launch a counterattack, and there is no doubt that Rosaline will be shattered to pieces.

Make no sense, contradictory, specious, high-sounding

This can be said to be a classic Rosalind-style doubt.

Even without mentioning these, Rosaline's attitude towards Leah is outrageous.

In the past, Rosalyn ignored her and treated her as pure indulgence.

When Aize just quit the team, she said that she could judge Leah in exchange for Aize's return.

During the riots in the Holy City, he used her as a gun without any psychological burden, and pushed her into the fire pit when she could have gotten away safely.

Now, he actually turned back and wanted to match and repair the relationship between Aize and Leah.

The whole process is full of humor.

There's absolutely no logic, and—

"……Um?"

Is there really no logic?

wrong

Aize looked at the mountain of information in front of him, and his facial features almost curled up suddenly.

Then, he stood up and turned his head to look out the window.

At this time, after half a day of thinking, it was already dusk.

"Dang~dang~dang~"

In the distance, the church rang its bells in the same way as usual, announcing the end of a day's preaching and the approach of night.

Grasping at the flash of inspiration in his mind and not letting it disappear, Aize broke open the door of the study and jumped out of the window in the corridor in front of a group of guards.

After rolling to the ground, he kept running out of the castle.

Time is running out, and there is something that must be verified.

Chapter 63 Saint/Nothingness (1)

"Then, under Aize's questioning, you revealed the entire incident. And then, in a rage, he sent you to me, asking you to explain yourself?"

"Um……"

On one side of the Carseid family castle, in the servants' quarters, in the head maid's room, Villian was standing in front of the table, manipulating her magic power to create a small magic circle.

In the center of the magic circle was placed the small glass bottle containing the secret medicine. The light transformed from magic power was like ripples, passing through it continuously and transmitting the information obtained back to the mind of Villian, the owner.

In the corner of the room, Chris, who had just finished her confession, curled up into a ball.

While covering his red face tightly, he slumped to the ground, pressing his head hard between his knees and rubbing it continuously as if he was trying to wipe something off.

"I want to die, I really want to die, it's better for me to die..."

He kept muttering to himself, and his pupils, hidden under heavy protection, gradually lost their brilliance and became increasingly hollow in the process.

"Don't die, please. If you die at this critical moment, Aize will be in trouble."

Villian, who was busy, turned around and sighed helplessly.

"But then again, that guy's way of handling things was really excessive. He was clearly the cause of everything because of his cowardice. If he had taken the initiative earlier, nothing would have happened. But he resorted to such a shameful play... No, wait."

Villian suddenly paused, and her tone changed.

"That guy, could he be into this? He usually gives off the impression of a passive masochist, but he's actually a hidden S? He likes playing this? Hmm, I'll have to think about it."

The witch lady said this in a very serious tone, and Chris couldn't tell whether she was joking or serious.

What she was sure of was that there was no intention of blaming herself.

The blue-haired girl slowly raised her head, her eyes already red from the pressure she had put on herself.

Asked carefully:

"Um, Miss Villian, aren't you angry?"

"Angry? What?"

"It's... uh, what I wanted to do last night."

"What's there to be angry about? Don't you like him? I'd be surprised if you didn't do something similar while pretending to be a couple."

While speaking, Villian, who was wearing a maid outfit, did not stop the work in her hands. The operation of her magic was orderly and there was no wavering at all.

His attitude was also unusually indifferent, as if he was just chatting about what he had for dinner.

It seemed like she really thought so.

This made Chris reject her own doubts, but she also felt more and more strange.

"Ms. Villian, what do you think of Master?"

"Hmm? What do you think? Of course it's the most important thing, plus the one I love, and the one I must protect and support~"

"Then... why? Why is it that... attitude now?"

For humans, this is a natural question.

It's not just humans. Even Charlotte, who also likes Aize, has a strong possessiveness and is unhappy with Villian because of this.

But only Villian herself has this attitude.

It’s always this attitude.

In response, the witch raised her head slightly and looked out the window, which was already pitch black at night, as if she was thinking seriously.

Then he smiled and replied:

"Why? I don't know."

"well?"

"You should know my past situation, right? I had no will, but my actions were completely controlled by the magic within me. Essentially, I was no different from those puppets. Back then, when I first learned about Aize, I thought: This guy might really be able to kill me."

"I think it was from that time that I started to be interested in him. After the Anlin Plains, not only did I survive, I even regained control of my body. I almost subconsciously went to find him, without even thinking about the reason. Haha, maybe during the time I was controlled, I had already gotten used to my body moving before my thoughts."

"It's the same now. You asked me why I wasn't angry, but I don't know, because I just don't think there's anything to be angry about. I'm even quite happy. After all, with my status, if I insist on finding a legitimate position on him, it will inevitably have a negative impact on him. If you could really become his wife, it might actually be a good thing for him."

"..."

Chris didn't reply, but just put her head down on her knees again.

Because I have a variety of complex feelings towards Aize, including admiration and apology, I don't dare to go any further or express my improper thoughts.

I dare not be jealous of Villian.

If I were in Miss Witch's current position, the situation would definitely not be like this.

What’s going on with this guy?

Continuing to think about this problem will not produce any results and will only make you unhappy.

After a moment of hesitation, Chris changed the subject:

"Ms. Villian, what exactly is that secret medicine?"

"Not sure yet. I'm not an expert in secret potions, so it'll take some time."

The witch's three signature skills are spells, puppets, and secret potions.

Relying on her unparalleled talent for magic control, Violet is an absolute genius in the first two areas, but is relatively shabby in the third area.

After all, alchemy requires experience and accumulation, but Villian is just a fake witch who changed her career halfway.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have used the shrinking potion that Aize needed to create the effect of gender transformation.

"But what we can confirm right now is that it's not a poison. Judging from its effects and properties, it seems to be closer to a strengthening drug."

Chrissy blinked.

"What does this mean?"

"It means it's effective against the hero. The woman wasn't affected by it not because of the protection, but for other reasons."

Aize's guess was true, and the problem was indeed found.

But Chris has to stay here until the final test results come out.

It's hard.

As night fell, the room grew darker.

Thinking that she had to do something, Chris stood up and lit the oil lamp in the room.

Just when he was about to return to his seat, the door opened and Aize appeared.

"Vir, huh—how's it going?"

"Not out yet, give me a little more time. What's wrong with you? Why are you so tired?"

Aize's face was red and sweaty. After slamming the door, he leaned against the wall and gasped for breath. He groped for a chair and fell on the chair next to him.

After drinking the water Chris handed me, I felt a little better.

"I just... went to a church in the city. Aren't the members of the Pure White Saint Sect preaching there recently? I was wondering if I could find someone to ask for advice."

"and then?"

"Then I found the little girl from last night, Jane, and talked to her for a while."

"Did you find anything?"