"So, just go together? I don't understand anything, Bishop?"

Xia Qing, who was quite interested, asked with a light smile.

However, Petichius suddenly showed an excited expression.

"Can you be able to respect your peers! Ah! Woohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

"It's too exaggerated..."

The corner of Xia Qing's mouth twitched involuntarily, and he was speechless at how stupid this guy was.

In this business, I'm afraid I have to endure the urge not to kill him halfway, while chatting with this guy to see if I can get some information.

"Immediately, let's go! The [Finger] I pointed out is already on the way... We will meet up and go to Messers. At that time, follow the guidance of [Gospel]!"

"Understood." Xia Qing nodded.

"...Speaking of which, what is the trial for?"

"It's natural to feel doubts. This is to test whether there is a measure corresponding to the witch...that is, to test whether the container has the strength, quality, and most important qualifications to contain the witch's soul!"

For this unspecified explanation, Xia Qing nodded in understanding.

Otherwise, this guy will say more nonsense that doesn't make sense.

It seems that this incident will have something to do with Emilia.

Xia Qing thought so.

"——Then, then, then! Then, then, then! Let's go! Go to test! If this weapon is usable, let the witch come to this world again! This is, I have been waiting for hundreds of years, and I have finally waited to complete everything. Chance of a seat!"

"If the witch Satira comes into the world, the person who is the container will..."

"It will be a noble sacrifice! But, this is an honor! If possible, I would like to exchange it with him! If giving this body can satisfy Shatila, no matter how many times I come, no matter how painful it is, I can bear it. It's time to meet again!"

This ceremony will use Emilia as the carrier.

"Really, it will disappear..."

Xia Qing narrowed his eyes and looked at the dancing Petichius, a trace of coldness flashed in his deep black eyes.

The black pupils were dyed purple, and the pitch-black flame rushed into Petichius' mad eyes, but disappeared in an instant.

The latter only felt that his eyes were a little itchy, and he thought that the weird scene that happened just now was just an illusion, but this illusion, which was regarded as an illusion, was also an illusion created by Xia Qing for the other party.

This is, "Phantom Matryoshka"!

"Will you still be in touch with the higher-ups during this time?"

Xia Qing asked.

"Won't……"

Petichius replied.

"Did the witch instruct this action?"

"No……"

Xia Qing smacked his lips.

"Well, you've never seen me."

"Yes……"

Xia Qing's eyes returned to deep black after the coverage was processed according to law by those Witch Cult members who had seen him.

Xia Qing didn't continue to participate, but walked in the direction of Roswaal's house.

He was waiting, since he inexplicably had the aura of a witch, he would naturally attract the attention of other witches.

In addition, if you have promised Emilia that you are going to find her, you can't break your promise.

……

Xia Qing passed by a village, saw the smoke rising from the kitchen, and then looked at the sun that had risen to the middle, which meant that it was already noon.

Through a path in the forest, Xia Qing came to the aristocratic mansion surrounded by mountains and trees, the Roswaal Mansion.

Just seeing the mansion from a distance, Xia Qing couldn't help feeling much better.

However, when he thought of seeing that "clown" Roswaal, his mood was not so good.

"It's really troublesome."

Xia Qing took a deep breath of the fresh air in the forest path.

Then he walked towards the gate of the mansion.

Soon, Xia Qing who came to the door caught the attention of two girls in blue and pink maid outfits who were cleaning the courtyard.

Chapter 12 The Witch's Covet

After being noticed, Xia Qing entered Roswaal's house as he wished, but the maid with short blue hair seemed a little hostile towards him.

Is it because of the witch...

Xia Qing, who still didn't know where the witch's breath came from, felt bitter.

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