Anything You Want

Although it looks miserable, as long as it doesn't die, it can be cured, and there is nothing to worry about when you think about it.

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Chapter 114 The Graveyard of the Desire Witch

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Taking Garfiel from Elsa, Frederica took him for treatment, so she separated from everyone first.

Under the guidance of Roswaal, he and Noel entered the depths of the village.

The people who walked all the way through the trail finally walked into a house that was the only one that looked like it.

The house is a building made of stone, with an area equivalent to an ordinary house. The simple bungalow layout separates the rooms, and the overall look is suitable for living.

Greeting everyone to sit down first, Roswaal spoke.

"Lord Emilia, I really didn't expect you to come here together so soon. I thought I would have to wait for a while—well. Also—Beatrice, you actually left the mansion and came here with you. It took me by surprise."

"Hmph~, Betty can leave if she wants to. What's the fuss about."

No matter how many times she watched it, Roswaal's hypocritical smile made Beatrice very uncomfortable.

Not wanting to pay attention to him, Beatrice slipped into the forbidden library and disappeared in front of everyone's eyes.

Originally, I wanted to ask what was going on, but Beatrice vanished very shamelessly, leaving what Roswaal wanted to say stuck in his mouth.

"Roswaal, your injury was attacked while escorting the villagers?"

I forgot to ask when we just met, but Emilia, who is empathetic, asked, so that Roswaal could go down a step.

The clown's whole body has wounds that cannot be despised. The blood-soaked bandages wrap his wounds very tightly. The black eyepatch on the thin cheek and the left eye has an excessive sense of presence.

"Ah-ah, I, who wanted to answer this--question, actually wanted to start with the--a long story, and I can save my own embarrassed image more or less."

"Put this boring self-esteem aside for now."

"Well, here's the thing..."

.........

After being choked by Noel, Roswaal obediently told what happened.

Yes, the clown is indeed attacked.

The person who stayed in the mansion was the bait, but the enemy did not bite the bait left. Instead, not long after he escorted the village away, the enemy met their team.

That's why there were no more enemies in the mansion after he left with the team.

It is rare for the clown to save the villagers, but he somewhat underestimated the strength of the enemy. Even if he forced the enemy to retreat, he became what he is now.

He also confirmed to everyone that the group that attacked the village of Alam and the mansion was led by the Bishop of "Forbidden Desire".

However, these were important for the time being, and Roswaal changed the subject.

"Lord Emilia, how much do you know about Sanctuary?"

"Knowing nothing."

Shaking her head, Emilia suppressed the question in her heart, and answered the other party as a priority.

Roswaal looked at Ram, but saw her shaking her head slightly, and learned that she hadn't told Emilia.

"It seems that Ram didn't tell you about the Sanctuary."

With a smile on his face, Roswaal became serious, and then continued.

"Here, is the burial place of the witch of lust four hundred years ago."

"Desire Witch?!"

For what Roswaal said, all the people present except Noel and Ram, all uttered exclamations.

If it weren't for Roswaal's serious look, everyone would think he was joking.

First of all, Emilia, who had calmed down, helped everyone to confirm.

"Witch of lust....Roswaal, are you sure you're not joking?"

"No kidding."

Roswaal shook his head, with a very positive tone.

Everyone could see that he really didn't mean to joke at all, which meant that it was true.

They were suddenly told that the place called "Sanctuary" turned out to be a witch's cemetery, which made them incomprehensible.

"This is too strange, why is the cemetery of the lust witch called "Sanctuary"..."

"Echidona..."

Before Felt finished speaking, Roswaal suddenly interrupted.

Closing his eyes, he emphasized in a firm tone that could not be rejected.

"When you call her, please call her by her name. Calling her 'witch of lust' is a bad habit no matter what, and it's so long."

"Well, we'll keep an eye out. Then why do you call her burial a sanctuary?"