After choosing to leave, they regretted it.

After she finished speaking, Rosalyn's smile grew even brighter:

"Look, what did I say that night? Things couldn't have been so troublesome. All you had to do was accept her, but you're so stubborn and inflexible on this point. Oh, it's a pity for her."

"Tsk——"

Aize himself didn't react much, but Villian's expression became increasingly gloomy.

Originally, as one of the culprits who troubled Aize in the team, Rosaline had already been equated with pests in the eyes of Miss Witch.

The question just now was obviously threatening, and now he dared to question Aize again and again on fundamental values and positions, which made her even more furious.

The witch lady was so eager to detonate the spell right now and blow the woman into pieces.

Fortunately, Aize kept using his eyes to signal her to calm down, so she didn't kill him on impulse.

At this point, the two techniques have finally been installed.

After a near miss, Aize breathed a sigh of relief and shrugged:

"It's almost time. I'll go help you with your clothes. I'll take my leave now."

"Well, let's go."

After waving to each other, Aize and Villian left the bathroom first, leaving the puppet maid to help her wipe her body and change clothes.

"Here, this."

After turning a corner and making sure that the other party couldn't hear her, Villian, with a disgusted look on her face, took out a small crystal-like object from her pocket and threw it to Aize.

"I'll be in charge of the monitoring, but you'll be in charge of the instant death technique. This is the switch. I'm afraid if I put it on her, she might accidentally explode it!"

As the key item left his hand, the anger that he had just tried so hard to suppress suddenly surged out.

"How could such a disgusting person exist? He gave me goosebumps all over my body. Compared to this weirdo with a fake smile, even goblins are cute! And he's incredibly shameless. At this point, what right does he have to ask you if you're married?"

Violet cursed, and suddenly looked at her palm with disgust:

"Come to think of it, I felt like I was in contact with that guy for a long time just now? Disgusting, just thinking about it makes me sick, no no, I have to wash my hands quickly--"

After saying that, he rushed to the side, climbed out of the corridor window and came to the castle yard. He gathered his magic power to summon a magic circle, and began to pour water into his hands through it.

He continued to rub it vigorously as if he wanted to scrape the skin off.

...Is it really that exaggerated?

Aize's face was filled with black lines, and he subconsciously took a step back.

when--

"Um?"

There was the feeling of my heel hitting something, and the crisp sound of metal hitting the wall.

Turning around, I found a sharp kitchen knife lying in the corner.

Feeling it was a little strange, Aize picked it up and looked at it carefully.

There was nothing strange about the knife itself. It was just a boning knife made of high-quality materials, which could be found in the kitchens of nobles or in the homes of residents with a little money.

The problem is location.

This place is completely in the opposite direction of the kitchen, and it just happens to fall at the corner. It seems unlikely to be a coincidence.

"Uh, could it be that..."

Recalling what had just happened, Aize realized that if he had not explained the fake marriage, what had fallen here would not be a knife, but a fanatic holding a knife, ready to give him a surprise when he passed the corner.

In terms of strength and alertness, Aize is not afraid of such assassinations at all.

But if Villian knew about the attempt to assassinate Aize, she would probably not care about the side effects or the damn faith network at all, and would just kill Rosaline without a care in the world.

That wouldn't be easy.

"What the hell is that guy doing?"

Aize calmly threw the knife into the grass outside and let the castle guards get busy.

Then, I silently noted this matter.

Chapter 70 The smoke of war begins to rise

"Well, I'll take my leave now. I'll see you at the front lines after the expedition begins."

A moment later, Rosaline, who had finished everything, stood at the castle gate, bowed slightly to Aize, and said goodbye with a calm smile.

"Thank you for your assistance, and please take care of yourself."

"Well, take care."

Aize waved perfunctorily and watched the other person's figure walk towards the street in the distance. It gradually became blurred and finally turned into a tiny white dot, completely disappearing from sight.

Then he let out a long sigh.

I didn't do much, but I felt exhausted both physically and mentally.

"Finally got rid of this girl... No, not completely gone. I'll have to watch her act up during the expedition in a couple of days. It's so annoying."

In the next few days, while facing the conspiracy of the demons that may come at any time, you must also monitor this guy's every move and find clues to solve the problem from the source.

You have to test it out while also being careful to back it up, which is like dancing on two eggs.

My head hurts just thinking about it.

"These might be the most tiring few days since I traveled through time... Never mind, Wei'er, how's the procedure going?"

The witch lady, whose hands were almost washed off, walked out from the entrance of the building behind her. The unhappy expression on her face had not completely disappeared even now.

But he still unfolded a small magic circle in his palm, frowning as he watched the various patterns and runes quickly passing by.

"There were no issues with the installation, and nothing was discovered. Tracking is proceeding normally, but this is... too messy."

"chaos?"

"Yes, the spell I installed is used to monitor the flow of magic power in the body. This thing has a small amount of magic power flowing in and out almost every second. If you just look at it like this... it's hard to really find anything."

The so-called belief network is ultimately constructed using magic as a medium.

Connecting so many people, Rosaline, as the host, is naturally receiving and sending information all the time. With this in mind, it is normal for the magic power to be chaotic.

Aize patted the other person's shoulder:

"It's okay. You don't have to figure it out right now. Just observe how things change as they develop. Take your time. I don't expect to get the answer all at once."

The progress we have made in the past two days is more than what we have achieved in the past two years combined, and things are already on the right track to being resolved.

So even though he was annoyed, Aize was not too nervous.

He took out the small crystal that he had just given himself.

"What about this? How do I use this?"

"It's simple. With the intention of triggering the spell, just squeeze the crystal firmly. As long as anyone is within 500 kilometers, it will be effective... No, no, don't give it to me. I'm afraid it will explode the moment I touch it."

Villian spread her hands and made an exaggerated backward leaning motion to keep her distance.

It really doesn't look like a joke.

Rosalyn's detonator... sounds a bit strange, but it's better to find a place to hide it anyway.

After stuffing the things into the inner pocket on his chest, Aize began to look around the inner courtyard of the castle.

Unlike the quiet and orderly scene before, the inner courtyard was now in a state of chaos.

The castle's servants and armored guards were loading various weapons and equipment, food and supplies stored in the cellars and warehouses onto carriages, which were being pulled out of the city in a steady stream.

The convoy rolled over the castle drawbridge in broad daylight and headed out of the city under the gaze of countless residents.

A little further ahead, the carriage that had set out earlier had returned and was preparing for the next trip.

Ever since the fall of Lilbas a few years ago, the Karside family has been preparing to reclaim their territory.

With the support of the royal family and some great nobles, Jarlsberg stored an astonishing amount of supplies, not only for possible siege defenses, but also to serve as a frontline base to support the army's operations in the event of a large-scale counterattack.

Now is the time.

In addition to supplies, troops are also gathering.

The garrison inside the castle began to assemble, and the citizen reserves and militia in the town were also recruited and armed as the news of the expedition became public.

The atmosphere was extremely tense yet exciting.

Whether they were soldiers of the Imperial Army or civilians in the town watching the convoy, all of them had an excitement on their faces that had been accumulating for a long time and was ready to go.

The war has not yet begun, but the smell of gunpowder is already so heavy that it is choking.

High morale is a good thing, but if something really happens and causes heavy losses... I don't dare to think about it.

Aize shuddered.

This immediately caught Villian's attention:

"What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"No, it's nothing. Let's go, don't stand here. Didn't Chris get called away by her father? Maybe something happened. Let's go and take a look."

"Ok."

After the meeting just ended, Aize and Villian went to deal with issues related to Rosalind. Chris, who wanted to come with them, was almost immediately taken away by Marquis Karside.

I think they are discussing important matters related to the future.

That is--

"No! I've told you so many times! I...I can't do it!"

When they reached the door of the bedroom where the father, daughter and wife were, the blue-haired girl's sharp voice had already penetrated the door and came out from inside, hitting the eardrums of the two people roughly.

This made Aize scratch his ears subconsciously.

"Isn't Aize here too? Wouldn't it be safer to just hand it over to him? I'll also be supporting... No, I can even be the striker. Why does it have to be like this!?"

The name of the person next to her made Miss Witch look at Aize in confusion.

The latter already understood everything.

After making a gesture to indicate to Miss Witch to keep quiet and wait here, Aize walked to the door, straightened his collar and cuffs, and then raised his hand to knock on the door.

"Who!? Didn't I tell you not to disturb me?"

Marquis Karside's angry voice was heard, which was completely different from his gentle attitude towards his daughter before.

But before Aize could reply, the door was knocked open from the inside out.

Christina lowered her head and ran out regardless of anything. In the blink of an eye, she disappeared around the corner at the end of the corridor. She ran so fast that she almost knocked Aize to the ground.

I didn't notice him either.

As the door opened, the attention of the Marquis and his wife Carlside inside fell on Aize, and the Marquis's anger subsided a little.

"So it's you... Has Lady Rosalyn left yet?"

"Well, left."

Aize nodded, then took half a step back.

"I was originally going to ask about the situation, but forget about family matters. I'll take my leave now."

"Um... No, that's not right. This matter has something to do with you as well. Come in."

The Marquis nodded and then shook his head, then walked over and used his tall body to press down on Aize's shoulders from top to bottom, pulling him in at once, and at the same time, he used great force to close the door with a "bang".

This made the Marquise, who was sitting in a wheelchair, look very unhappy, and veins began to bulge on her forehead:

"I say, after all, Aize is the lover of your son-in-law Chris, and a great benefactor to our family. Can't you be a little kinder to him?"

If she was not physically unable to move, Aize had no doubt that she would rush up and grab her husband's ears.

But even if you don't do it, what you say is always right.

Marquis Karside was stunned for a moment, then he felt guilty and his expression darkened.

The big hand like an iron clamp released Aize, and moved a chair to the opposite side of the seat. Then he sat down, crossed his arms and said reluctantly:

"Please take a seat."

Still reluctant.