The tempting tea fragrance lingers at the tip of the nose, and the soft seat makes people want to get up. When Roja opens his eyes again, there is a dazzling array of refreshments in front of him, and the witch holding a tea cup across the table, just with the front The difference between the two times is that this time Altasia is much better-behaved.
She did not entice Roya to do anything, nor did she make him appear in a strange position, but at the peaceful tea table, she greeted him with a faint smile.
"Good evening, my hero."
"Well, good evening."
Looking at the night outside the window, Luo Ya calmly greeted him, and then took a sip of tea from the teacup.
When we met for the third time, Roja was in a very stable mood. After experiencing various crises, the boy became calmer in the emergency. However, it was this unusual calmness that made the lady witch across the table puzzled.
Altacia looked at the calm boy, raised her eyes after hesitating for a moment, and said cautiously:
"It really surprised me. I thought I would be murdered when I saw you this time."
"Huh? Why?"
"Because... the skills I gave you didn't work, aren't you angry?"
"...Are you angry?".
After hearing Altacia's words, the black-haired boy stopped for a moment, and then nodded slightly.
"Will it be, it's just for myself."
"Hey? Myself? Why?"
Looking at Altacia with wide amber eyes, Roja put down the teacup and said faintly:
"You are a witch, a fickle and incomprehensible representative. It is absurd to use the skill you sent as a life-saving straw, and that skill is not autonomy, but similar to a summoning, so the summoned person refuses It is also one of the possible results. After all, that is your right."
"After all, you never said that you were my companion once."
Roja raised his eyes as he said this, and looked at the white-haired witch indifferently. Altasia pursed her mouth when she saw this, showing a somewhat aggrieved expression.
"My hero, do you see me as an enemy?"
"No, it's not hostility, it's just distrust, or jumping out of a fixed mind. I was really too slack before."
The black-haired boy sighed as he said so, remembering Priest's comment on him.
After experiencing the crises of two historical fragments, Roja still believes that the danger of historical fragments should be taken seriously, but in fact he has unconsciously produced contempt in his heart, which is the arrogance in Priest's eyes.
Ancient existences will inevitably be encountered in historical fragments, but will these ancient gods definitely help him? No one can guarantee this kind of thing.
Especially this time, Altacia, the king of the witch, was originally not the result of matching Roja, and coupled with the witch's own volatility, what happened at a special moment was simply normal.
"From the moment I resonated with Lilian-senpai and learned that she was also of the Acate family's blood, I developed a sense of dependence, lost my nervousness, and subconsciously wanted to share my burden on her. As a result, the senior sister almost died to save me."
"You didn't show up at that time. It can be said that it shattered the fantasy in my heart and allowed me to be down to earth again. From this perspective, I should thank you."
Roja stared at the white-haired woman in front of him and said, the golden pupils did not contain any deception, but when he heard these words, Altacia was stunned. After a long time, the body of the witch king gradually trembled, and then he couldn’t. He smiled restrainedly.
"Haha, hahaha, sure enough, we came together very well, hero hero, yes, the heart of dependence and the test of your clan is indeed a contradiction, but this is not my intention. Only for this, please You understand me."
"Altacia is not such a bad witch. I didn't show up just because you called me from your state at the time. I couldn't solve the problem. Instead, it would kill you."
The white-haired witch stroked her cheek and squinted her eyes as she looked at the young man opposite and said in intoxication:
"I like Lord Hero very much. Please don't doubt this only."
"Do you like it? Do you mean my pain and sigh when I am in the center of conflict?"
"Oh, don't ask, isn't it like asking me to tell me what I like about Heroes? It's really wicked."
Altacia said so shyly while holding her cheek, but the next moment she smiled cheerfully.
"Although I like those too, but I still hope that the heroes can overcome these. After all, isn't your family like this contradiction? Whether it is inner entanglement and hesitation, or external conflict and danger, these are like a curse. The things that will always be by your side, and the hero is even more typical of them."
"I said we got together. This sentence is not a lie but a fact. My hero and I are actually compatible, but they are in the witch."
Altacia smiled happily, while Roja raised his eyebrows slightly.
"So, it seems that the witch is really a cluster of people with bad personality."
"Really, when you say this again, you're not a bad woman anymore."
"Is that so? If it's not a bad woman, you should know why I came this time."
Looking at the King of Witches, who was pouting and slightly dissatisfied, with her hands wrapped around her hair, the black-haired boy asked in such a serious face that Altacia stopped when she heard the words, blinked and raised her mouth.
"Hehe, indeed, you can't stand in front of the enemy without reaching Source Level 3. In this case..."
The white-haired witch bit the corner of her mouth as she said so, she stretched out her tongue and smeared the blood on her lips, picked up the teacup and squeezed it lightly, leaving a blood-colored lip mark on the edge, and then handed it to Roya.
"Just drink it along this trail. This is the blood of a witch. I don't know what will happen if I consume too much."
"..."
Looking at Altacia who was smiling, the black-haired boy calmly drank the remaining half of the cup of tea, and the witch turned red when she saw this.
"How about it?"
"what?"
"The smell of my blood and kisses."
"..."
Roya, who heard the ambiguous question, silently returned the cup and refused to answer. Altasia puffed up her face when she saw this, and then continued:
"This is also my first time. It's also the bloodshed for others. This behavior is also called indirect kissing. Don't you think you should say something?"
"I just don't think it's a woman's blood or a kiss, it's not something that can be judged."
"!"
The unexpected answer came into Altacia's ears, Miss Witch looked at Luo Ya with wide-eyed eyes, and then she seemed to lower her head shyly, curling her fingers around her hair.
"By the way, it's just that it's not over yet. To make it work, you need a catalyst."
"catalyst?"
"Well, I want a little blood from the kid who came with you. A few drops are enough. Drink it when you want to start it, but I have to remind you in advance. It hurts."
Altacia, who seemed to kindly reminded him, said so, but the words were extremely suspicious in Roja's ears. Feeling the suspicious look in the young man's eyes, the witch explained helplessly:
"I'm a witch, how come there are so many ways to help people? My blood is actually just a bridge, allowing you to temporarily reach the level of the child with the same blood. The blood of other people will not work, and pain is inevitable. ."
Hearing the witch's explanation, Roja, who had been thinking about no alternative for a long time, could only nod in agreement. The wound on the corner of Altacia's mouth healed instantly, and then looked at Roja's dissatisfaction complaint.
"My hero is really, and he doesn't pity others at all. Altacia is about to become a convenient woman that you ask for at will."
"Any request? No, I will pay."
"remuneration?"
"good."
Facing the doubting witch, the black-haired boy looked serious. He stared at Altasiya's eyes and said seriously as promised:
"Altacia, I will definitely take you out of this world."
"!"
Looking at the teenager's pupils shining in the candlelight, the white-haired witch lost her words for a while. She opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but for a while she couldn't think of what to say. After a while, she could only turn her head and hide. Cairo Yan's scorching eyes.
"... Everything is not over yet, can you just say that at this time? What if I miss the appointment again?"
"Then I can only accompany you in the world after death."
"!"
Hearing Roja's answer, Altacia's eyes widened suddenly. She turned her head to stare at the man in front, her face flushed when she turned her face away again.
"... The hero has a bad personality. Use these words to deceive me. What if my heart is moved?"
"I haven't finished speaking yet. I won't mention it for the time being when I'm still alive. Even if it's death, I will definitely not hand over the senior sister to you."
"... Hmph, this is really important, your senior sister."
The witch who heard the names of other women looked at one side and said so dissatisfied. After thinking for a while, Altasia looked at Luo Ya and said:
"But I have to remind you one thing. In fact, no one except her can succeed in that skill. Your idea is paradox from the beginning."
"... Maybe it is, but this is my problem. Waiting is sometimes an expectation, isn't it?"
Roja, who accepted Altasia's reminder, spoke with a confident smile, while the white-haired witch was surprised for a moment, and suddenly laughed after a while.
"That's it, it seems that you already have an idea, haha, I'm really looking forward to it like this."
The witch with her hands clasped together became excited and raised her mouth and said:
"Then I will also make a promise... If you take that child as a sacrifice, I will definitely appear, and I will definitely bring you victory."
"Huh? Witch's promise?"
"Yes, it is the promise of the witch. If it is violated, even I will pay a great price for the terrible promise."
Altasia said so, her eyes glowing in Roya's blurred vision:
"Then, let me see what you would do."
After the words full of expectations, the teenager's consciousness returned.