The steady retreat of the undead seems to have announced the victory of the living, but the unknown fluctuations in magic power seem to announce that everything is not over yet.
Of course, for most people, the retreat of the undead has made them happily welcome the victory, and there are even brave people who are considering not pursuing the pursuit.
While other people in Starwood City were celebrating their victory, a certain section of the city wall inexplicably became a no man's land.
Well, no one is a fool. Those twisted murderous vines are more effective than any other obstruction. Even the top brass of the defenders do not dare to come to Roland now.
There, two women were looking at each other. They once had a master-student relationship, and were once colleagues in an anti-social dark organization. But now, they fell out because of a man.
"You are capable of robbing men, but you are not capable of opening the door... Why do you think that if I sing such a rant, I will be in big trouble."
In fact, I have always regarded the so-called strong temperament as a joke. The legendary story of defeating the opponent's will and resistance with just one look. I am sure I didn't use some dirty mental magic to confuse the opponent and then put gold on my face.
But at this time, I believed it again. At least in the current atmosphere of two females fighting each other, my escape instinct told me that the choice for survival was to shut up... But why did I feel a strong sense of urgency when this situation came to me?
Desire, desire, want to make some jokes to liven up the atmosphere. Am I really a funny character?
[No, you are just keen on seeking death. Some creatures are prone to self-destruction from the beginning. 】
The system's rants were as powerless as ever, but before I could refute, I heard Heloise's words.
"Roland, stop being a bystander and confirm what I said. Do you want the lies to come out? I am here to help you. As long as you pretend to be with me, you will naturally have reason to reject Amyla and the others. What do you want?
I already knew it. Are you willing to just go back and be a good family man? Besides, even if I lie to you, can I still bind you? We are a magic pet contract, and you are the master!"
After hearing this, I thought about it more and more, and it made more and more sense. It seemed that I would not suffer any loss, so, in the link of my soul, I gritted my teeth and said.
"Okay. This time I owe you a favor."
Then I thought about the words. Ordinary lies are meaningless to Amyra. After a while, I finally thought of what to say.
There are some things that maybe I should have said a long time ago.
"Senior sister, I actually know what you mean, and I am very touched. However, those previous marriage proposals were all misunderstandings. In fact, I did not treat you as a woman... Bah, I meant that I treat you as a brother...
....There still seems to be something wrong. I mean, rather than treating you as a member of the opposite sex, I should treat you as a confidant, a brother who can talk about anything, and a brother who can pursue the essence of the soul and the truth of the world together..."
Some words are still hesitant when spoken, but once they are spoken, they become truer and smoother.
Perhaps, because there are many things that I usually don’t think about in detail. However, the process of speaking out is a process of questioning one’s true heart, and the process of speaking out is not only convincing the other party, but also convincing oneself.
"...I've thought about it clearly. Maybe it was just a misunderstanding or a harmless joke at the beginning, but now it has hurt you. Some things, the longer they are delayed, the greater the harm. I'm sorry. I have said these words long ago.
It’s time to say it out loud, it’s all my fault, take whatever revenge you want, come on..."
"I know."
But when I mustered up the courage to say no, what came my way was not a tight vine or a vicious question, but an understatement.
The green-haired witch smiled, as if she had longed for such an answer.
Of course, Amyra knew Roland's thoughts. In front of the soul reader, Roland's little thoughts that he didn't even understand had been clearly seen.
Before she fell asleep, the only thing that hindered her from making a decision was her own mind.
After waking up from a long sleep, Amyra had clearly seen her own thoughts and had already made the decision not to be influenced by others.
Now, even if I receive the brother card, the good guy card, and the ten-door card at the same time, but for the witch...
"What you think doesn't matter from the beginning."
And the next moment, the wonderful feeling transmitted from the spinal cord was no match for the witch's bright smile like a sunflower.
Amyra smiled, with a slight curvature at the corner of her mouth. Her blood-red pupils were filled with flame-like enthusiasm. Her faint smile was like a spring breeze, but it was like a quietly blooming flower.
The green-haired witch gently stroked my cheek, her cheeks were red, like a young girl in love, but she lowered her head and left her own mark on the side. She felt the softness, and the mark of the red lip mark would probably not be washed away for a long time.
Already.
"I like you and want to be with you, that's enough."
The gentle smile was right in front of me. This was when I suddenly touched my cheek and pinched it again to make sure I was in a dream...
"Sure enough, it doesn't hurt. It's a dream. I said, my senior sister can't smile so cutely...it hurts! Ahhhh. Relax me, my waist, my waist. I haven't felt it for a long time. Why?"
It hurts so much! She smiles so horribly, she is indeed a senior!"
And the next moment, the tenderness just now disappeared without a trace, and the sudden pain made people feel helpless, but the malicious eyes not only gave me a headache, but also locked onto my cat.
But this time, the same bright smile with toothy teeth gives people a completely different feeling. She was just a girl just now, but now just seeing her makes people feel cold, like a murderer sending death greetings.
"So, what do you think of that sneaky cat? Since you said you ran away with her, there must be a reason. Don't say I didn't remind you, this cat is not ordinary cunning, and she has a good impression of you.
, but it may not be as much as you think.”
"Think about your future. Do you plan to go back and be a househusband now, or continue to be a happy bachelor? Think about what you just promised me! Think about the tasks you have not yet completed!"
Even if Heloise doesn't remind me of the contract I just made, I know what to say. I don't want to be inexplicably quartered by vines or fed to human flowers, or die of domestic violence as an epic hero. It's too embarrassing.
"Dead Cat...I am very happy with her..."
While trying to squeeze out the lines in my mind, I realized that I never seemed to regard a dead cat as a woman, and when we met again after a hundred years, it seemed that we also started killing each other.
"A heroine who is divided by thirteen as soon as she appears? It seems that the plot is very familiar..." (To be continued.)
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