The atmosphere in the church hall seemed to become a little dull.
Harry and the others had just barely calmed down the angry Mr. Blois... Oh, or to be more precise, they had barely pushed him back to sit on the chair.
On the other side, Willy was still guarding the door leading to the apse with a group of expressionless wizards, as if no one would be allowed to pass.
Harry and the others could only look on with some embarrassment at the scene where the father and daughter seemed to be having an quarrel - as long as the two of them were not going to fight each other as if they were relatives, outsiders like them were obviously not suitable to get involved.
Therefore, the whole hall fell silent.
Harry, who didn't know what to do, also sat down next to Blois. He took out his handkerchief and carefully wiped the blade of Gryffindor's sword... Maybe he had killed too many living corpses with the sword. , so that the silver sword blade was stained with blood, and he would wipe it subconsciously every time he had time to rest.
It's a pity that the inexplicable reddish color cannot be wiped off. Apart from making his heart calm down, it has no other effect.
Suddenly, Harry, who seemed to have thought of something, turned around and looked not far away.
"Ginny, how is Ron?"
"Recovering."
Ginny, who was sitting with Hannah, glanced at Ron, who was placed on the long prayer table.
"He seemed to be asleep."
"I didn't sleep," Ron groaned, closing his eyes slightly, "How could I possibly sleep at this time... Don't worry, Harry! I told you I'd be fine."
"That's good," Harry nodded casually, "Then why not... think about what we should say after seeing Maka!"
"You must first ask him what he wants to do." Neville scratched his head and said, "To be honest, I think he is starting to become like that Haierbo - ah, I mean, the two of them are Everything you do is completely confusing!”
"At least Maka won't leave quietly this time," Hannah said. "At the same time, he probably won't drive us away anymore... Otherwise, why would he help us improve our strength? "
Her words immediately received a nod of approval from Harry and others. But at this moment, a familiar voice came from the doorway behind Willy.
"... Of course I won't drive you away, because... I will only 'please' you leave this place."
"Maka!"
They hadn't seen anyone yet, but just hearing the sound, Harry and the others hurriedly stood up from the bench.
Especially Mr. Blois, he had already taken a few steps that way, making Willie unable to help but stand in front of him again, blocking his way.
"Oh! No... Thank you, Willie, thank you for helping me stop them temporarily." Maka pushed aside the wizards blocking the door, and then pulled Willie to her side, "But there's no need now, because I'm already here."
"Um."
Willy raised her head slightly and looked at Maka, then silently stepped aside.
"McLean—"
Blois frowned, stared at Maka and said:
"You saved Willie, and I gave you some help... But this is not for you to kidnap my daughter now!"
"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Blois!" Maka couldn't help but shook her head after hearing this, "But things are not what you imagined - in fact, even I didn't expect that Willy would suddenly leave the island. Come to me."
"Then why?" Blois said.
"I have figured this out," Maka explained. "Actually, the fact is very simple. It is because the 'curse' in Willy's body still remains, and it is unexpectedly stubborn. Although the little bit remains' The cursed substance will no longer make her become as serious as before, but once it breaks out, it will still take away her own will... "
Just as he was talking, Maka turned around and looked at Willie, who was standing quietly beside him.
"Mr. Blois, you know, you saw it when I injected those cursed substances into myself on the island. Because of this, when the so-called 'curse' in my body got out of control, it also triggered her at the same time. That small part of her bloodline remained. And having lost her self-awareness, she just relied on instinct to find her way here."
"What about her now? Is she controlled by that kind of soul power?" Blois couldn't help but ask after listening.
Seeing him asking this, Maka immediately shook her head.
"In order for her to retain her minimum sobriety and rationality, I have used some methods, but for the time being I can only keep her in this state, and she cannot leave my side for too long - I am trying to keep her in this state. Once this power is fully under control, Willy will be able to truly return to normal."
Having said this, Maka couldn't help but shrugged, and then said to Blois:
"But... yes, Mr. Blois, I think you did not blame me wrongly, because this is indeed the consequence of my lack of ability. For this, I can only say 'sorry', even if this is somewhat To no avail.”
After Blois listened to Maka's words, he stared at him for a while, then suddenly sighed and said:
"So, it turns out that this is still because of the blood curse of my Blois family?"
"At least I have some responsibility," Maka said. "Not only did I fail to completely remove the cursed substance from her blood, but I also ignored your persuasion and injected the extracted cursed substance into my body, causing the curse to explode out of control. , thus implicating Willy... I'm sorry."
"Maka, but I don't mind."
When Willy heard this, she couldn't help but reached out and grabbed his sleeve and said this, but Maka then shook her head at her.
Then, he turned around and continued to say to Mr. Blois:
"Therefore, you do have reason to blame me - Williben had nothing to do with this disaster, and I should not have involved her."
However, at this time, Willy's father had completely calmed down, and he frowned and said:
"Is this really the case? I remember you said... The blood curse of my Blois family is not a 'curse' in essence, but a kind of soul rule... You injected it into yourself at that time, wasn't it also to master the second... Two kinds of soul rule runes?"
As he spoke, he glanced at his daughter, then suddenly paused for a moment, and then said in a deep voice:
"And the rules of the soul... If I remember correctly, this is what Haierbo is best at, right? If you say that this old incident of my ancestors in the Blois family has nothing to do with Haierbo, I'm afraid I don't believe it."
The words of Willy's father made Maka purse her lips and her gaze became deeper.