69 – Dine with a witch

Lucia tilted her head towards the boy with a serious expression.

Witches, penalties, oaths, hexes.

Although none of the four of them knew a word, Lucia found it difficult to follow the flow of the story. Even with the penalty points aside, aren’t the remaining three words mostly used in everyday life?

Siron said the woman wearing the armor was a witch. I understood up to that point. Because the story of making an oath on one’s heart is not something to be said carelessly in front of strangers.

but,

The penalty points were a bit of a strange story.

“What did I do wrong? What do you mean by penalty points?”

Lucia asked Siron a question in a low voice.

“Do you remember what I said last time? “If you want to meet an angel, live a good life.”

“…I think so.”

Lucia nodded slightly.

Shiron, who was watching that scene, gently pressed his finger to his lips. From now on, you need to be a little careful about what you say out loud.

Lucia was reluctant to use the Holy Sword and did not want to become a warrior. That fact made it difficult for Siron to actively assert the existence of Latera.

Siron raised his head, touching his slightly heated forehead.

“The angel said that if you do bad things and accumulate demerit points, you will never be able to meet him.”

“…You mean I got a penalty point for talking to that witch?”

Lucia spoke a little grumblingly.

If you say it’s bad, it’s like hitting a child. Isn’t this an act like stealing someone else’s things?

“Of course, you didn’t do anything directly wrong. But no matter how you look at it, talking to a witch cannot be seen as a good thing.”

There were people in the world who were suspicious and cast hostile gazes even if they had not done anything wrong.

And now that the game has become a reality and many restrictions have been lifted, we cannot help but consider the effect of NPC interactions spreading in waves like in reality.

“That is correct.”

Yohan, who was quietly listening to the conversation between the two, nodded.

“If the woman you two faced is a real witch, and if that fact spreads, you will one day face the Knights of the Mace under bad circumstances.”

The Knights of the Castle Mace are an armed force of the Holy Spirit who overturn the whole continent to destroy the wicked.

“Were they here?”

“yes. Those who wear white heavy armor and wear maces instead of swords are easily recognizable from a distance.”

“…is that a big deal?”

Lucia recalled the man at the observatory earlier.

The man in white heavy armor was clearly looking at Lucia with a blatant gaze.

“Don’t worry too much. Fortunately, the place they are staying is far from the hut where we settled down.”

When Lucia’s expression was not good, John deliberately smiled brightly as if to reassure her.

“And wasn’t the knights and I following along in preparation for times like this? “If there is a dispute, I will personally step in and chase them out.”

“…thank you.”

Lucia slightly bowed her head towards John.

The determined, scarred face felt a little scary due to the light shining from below.

*

Lucia had met countless witches in her past life.

I met him as an ally and as an enemy, but

Kylie felt that the authors of witches had too little in common to call them all together.

They were difficult to define by tying them into something.

Asmodians meant intelligent beings with demonic energy.

However, some witches had demonic energy and some did not.

In the end, there was only one way to tell them apart.

witchcraft

Seira said that magic is to hold and shake the laws of the world in exchange for mana. On the other hand, the so-called witchcraft does not use mana.

It wasn’t magic with a vicious aura, nor was it a curse or witchcraft.

Even if you curse or kill a person, if you used ‘only’ mana, it was clearly classified as magic.

If a person’s life needs to be burned to produce a single handful of light, it is witchcraft.

Witchcraft is the practice of sacrificing someone’s life or body to achieve one’s wishes.

For this reason,

From a very long time ago, the world hated and feared those who practice witchcraft.

It was the same 500 years ago.

Even if the sorcerers were our allies, the hatred and contempt directed towards them was unabated.

Isn’t it obvious?

If you witness a witch practicing witchcraft even once, you will begin to think that you too can become a victim of witchcraft at any time.

“…”

It was no different for Kylie.

“…”

‘But she told me that it’s dangerous to be with children.’

“…”

‘Then who was the one who put Siron to sleep? He said he was trying to protect us from that person…’

“Lucia.”

‘Is that even a lie?’

“Lucia.”

‘I’m reluctant.’

“hey!”

“…uh? huh?”

Lucia woke up from her thoughts and raised her head in surprise.

Siron, holding a ladle and a wooden bowl in his hands, was looking at her. Siron’s face, glaring at Lucia, was grave.

“What are you doing. “Get the bowl quickly.”

“Thank you.”

Lucia hurriedly took the wooden bowl.

Although it was still early for dinner, Siron took it upon himself to place the pot on the wood fire.

Lucia stared at the white stew in the wooden bowl.

Perhaps because the location was different, the contents were different from the stew I ate in the annex.

Carrots and potatoes, okra and onions.

Perhaps because the only ingredients included were vegetables, Lucia had no appetite today.

“If you feel unwell, eat quickly and go to sleep. You have to get up early because tomorrow is the entry day.”

Chiron approached Lucia and said.

He began to shred the jerky with the dagger in his hand.

“Understand?”

“Chiron.”

“…..why.”

Shiron answered without stopping the spoon.

“That woman named Ailee I saw earlier. If she’s a witch, she’s trying to harm us. But she said it as if she was worried about us still children. What is it?”

“Are you still paying attention to that?”

Chiron reached for the ladle again.

“If the penalty points I mentioned bother you, don’t think of her as a witch, just think of her as an odd woman. “It’s easier then.”

“It wasn’t just her.”

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Lucia said without taking her eyes off the stew.

“I don’t know because you were asleep… but there was a man with a mustache and a man in white armor watching us. “That person must have been a member of the Holy Mace Knights that Knight John was talking about.”

Here now.

John was not in the tent where Lucia and Siron were staying alone.

He said he felt uncomfortable being an outsider in a space where his family was together, so he left behind a heavily armed bodyguard and went off somewhere.

“It’s a long story. “What on earth do you want to say?”

“…I think it would be better to stay here and not participate in the festival. No, let’s stop the punitive system or whatever and go home like this.”

Lucia’s intuition warned her that this place was now dangerous.

It’s strange that the poetic theory from before has always been somewhat nonchalant. Witches, everything, Holy Mace Knights, I hope you get them all out of your head.

“You seem quite timid.”

“…”

“Are witches scary? Or are the Holy Mace Knights scary? “Stop saying anything weird and eat some stew.”

The theory is also strange.

At the observatory, Siron apparently found it strange that he suddenly fell asleep. I realized it myself, but now Shiron seemed so calm.

There was almost no change in facial expression, and the tone of speech was calm, without any tone.

This was my first time hearing this kind of theory.

His usual expressions were laughing or getting angry… In any case, he was a child with abundant emotional expression.

Even when Lucia thought about it, her current attitude was a bit frustrating, and Siron, who was still a child, wondered how outrageous it would be.

However, the boy Lucia was facing, Siron, neither smiled nor got angry. In a situation where Shiron would be laughed at for being timid, it was more appropriate for him to look a little more unlucky.

“…”

Somehow this situation felt familiar.

I have encountered this situation several times.

In her previous life, Kylie often saw her peers’ emotions dry up.

‘what…’

Lucia stared into Siron’s eyes.

Siron’s eyes were not shining now.

The lights should illuminate the surrounding scenery in the eyes, but right now, Siron’s eyes were a little blurry.

“Hex…”

“huh?”

Siron stared at Lucia quietly.

The eyes, which still had no change in expression, felt a little creepy.

Wood-duk-

“f*ck.”

The spoon in Lucia’s hand screamed.

Lucia has now arrived at a certain fact.

“Who are you. “Who are you, looking like Siron now?”

“…What are you talking about?”

“Don’t act like a fool.”

Lucia put away the wooden bowl that had not yet had a drink in it.

“Yeah, I thought it was weird. “The stew Siron made always had meat in it and was never white… but it was too late for me to notice.”

I was too embarrassed to say it out loud,

Even though the two of us were alone in an enclosed space, we couldn’t sense Siron’s scent.

The red-haired girl stood up from her seat, very angry.

and,

Lucia took long strides toward something other than Siron.

The blood all over my body was boiling and my mana was fluctuating.

It’s been a long time since I’ve been this angry.

Grumbling-

White sparks flew out from Lucia’s hand.

High-purity strength burst out from his tightly clenched fist.

“I’m a chew with me.”

Lucia plunged her fist into her enemy’s face.

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