Comprehensive Comics: Fun Moon

"Did you quarrel with Lavinia?"

Seeing her suddenly lonely expression, Fujimaru Tachibana asked.

"Well... this time it was my turn to be seen through by the head of the regiment. It seems that I made her angry... Recently she is completely reluctant to talk to me. Even if you ask her why, she doesn't answer me, then

Before I knew it, I started to get pissed...but she was still my most important friend, and I didn't realize that until we separated. "

"At last night's secret meeting, you seemed to have several friends around you... So, Miss Lavinia is...?"

"I wrote secretly to invite her, but she still didn't come..."

Abigail lowered his head and said.

"I consulted with Tituba, and she advised me like this. She said to ask your own heart, think about whether you are accidentally hurting your neighbor. Ask yourself three questions."

"Three questions?"

"Well, the first - did you deceive yourself; the second - did you have a prejudice against her; and the third - did you get caught up in yesterday's grudges, so you slack off your efforts to look forward to tomorrow."

Abigail frowned slightly, looking a little sad.

???? asking for flowers..

"However, there are several answers that pop up in my mind... Where should I start to apologize."

"Well, can I ask a question?"

Seeing that the girl was starting to feel guilty, Matthew asked quickly.

"That Miss Lavinia, is her hair very white...or her complexion is very white..."

"Yes, yes! That's right. Miss Mathew has seen her?!"

"Well. Actually, I saw it in the forest last night, although I couldn't speak."

"--Really!?"

Abigail's surprise was beyond words, and she smiled for a moment, then fell down again

"Really? Really...? So you're here, Lavinia. I didn't even notice

I hurt her again

It turned out that the child was Lavinia. "

"Oh, so the head of the group also knows you?"

Abigail froze for a moment, then showed a sad expression.

"...Actually, some people will make fun of Lavinia's appearance, and some people will go too far and say that she looks like she is sick. But, I think she is very beautiful. Because she is like the fairy of the stars. And the angels are all white, right?"

"If you want to make fun of Lavinia, even the head of the group, I will not forgive you!"

"Don't worry, seniors and we will never do such a thing... Is that direction, the port? It seems that you can see the sails of the sailboats."

"...And there are loud and angry voices? Did a new ship dock?"

Following Matthew's gaze, Abigail said with some doubts.

"Sailors are rough after all... ugh!"

"It's gunshots! Senior, it seems to be coming from the direction of the pier!"

"It's Aboriginal... it's an Aboriginal attack!"

Abigail, who was taken aback, asserted for some reason.

"How... from the sea?"

"I remember we had someone over there on the dock?"

Hearing this, Fujimaru Tachibana was about to rush to the pier immediately, but Abigail's extremely painful appearance forced her to stop.

"Ugh...outside...no...outside of Salem...only pain...in from outside.... .. it's all..." On.

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"Well...that is to say, excessive fear of the aborigines."

After listening to Matthew, Sansong frowned slightly and concluded.

"Yes. Not just fear... what to say..."

Matthew lowered his head and added with half-closed eyes.

"Abhorrence... no, strong attachment? Gives an extraordinary feeling."

"The reason why Matthew thinks she is special is because of this."

Mata Hari lowered her eyes and whispered.

"One by one, what did the Master say about this matter? Matthew."

"Medea!? Where have you been this morning?"

"Ignore this for now, what's going on, Matthew."

"This, this... I haven't sorted out my mood, and I was too flustered last night, so I haven't had time to say..."

"Really... maybe it's better this way."

"what do you mean."

Looking at the witch who hadn't seen "[*]" since last night, Sang Song asked with a frown.

"I just turned the whole house into a workshop. Just now, the ceremony just ended."

To this, the witch answered quite generously.

"Wait...Say, wouldn't there be a problem with this? Without the owner's consent—"

"Don't say such kind words. If you don't do this, it will be inconvenient to communicate with Chaldea. Besides, it is not a normal situation now."

But in this case, you are too bold.There are residents around. "

"...Are you spiritualized?"

Compared to Sansong who sighed, Marta Hari instantly noticed something, stared at the witch and asked.

"As long as you are within the scope of the house, you should also be able to spiritualize."

"...That's true. It's thanks to the workshop. But what the hell is going on?"

After confirming that what the other party said was true, Sanson and Marta Hari looked at each other.

"You said 'you too.' Sounds like you're the exception yourself."

"Who do you think I am? I, Medea, were originally a witch who was taught by the goddess Hecate. It's pointless to discuss unproven speculations. First of all, you have to get confirmation."

Looking at the suspicious eyes of the two, the witch smiled and said seriously.

"It has to be unequivocally proven that this village is all off the rails! Not just magically alien, but historically anomalous. This land, this Salem is human.

Heresy, in order to obtain such evidence—in order to make this place an observation base and a shelter for shielding from outside influences, it is necessary to make it into a workshop. "

"If nothing else, the current state of affairs is indeed the case."

Xia Heng also nodded towards the crowd and said.

"According to your situation, it is also necessary to find a fixed base. Let's wait for Tachibana to come back to talk about the specific matters. Then, it seems that the two of you also went to investigate the Whitley's house yesterday."

"Well, although you all said that the child has nothing to do with the Demon God Pillar, after thinking about it, I went with San Song to investigate quietly."

Marta Hari nodded in acknowledgement.

"That child, Lavinia Whitley, came from the magician's line, so it was obvious that we used magic that night."

"What did you say!?"

"The house of the Vitley family is outside the village, and there seems to be a magic workshop under the house. Although it was hidden, it was done quite sloppily, and abandoned alchemy tools were also found around the house. There are also animal remains buried in the ground, It should be used in black magic rituals."

Ignoring the witch's exclamations, Sansong continued as Marta Hari said.

"...So, what's the situation in the underground workshop? You mean, the child's family is an active magician?"

The witch frowned and asked in a low voice.

"No...that's not clear, it's too difficult to sneak into it without leaving a trace with the abilities of me and Marta Hari...and I don't have the master's permission. , you can't do anything to the magician's workshop without authorization. Even if you can become a spirit body, it would be the danger of falling into a trap."

Sanson shook his head, and finally added another sentence, dispelling the thoughts of several people trying to visit the Whitley's house again.

"Even if you want to explore, you have to wait for the Master to come back."

"Being able to confirm the existence of the studio is already a fruitful achievement."

Matthew nodded, the good news made her somewhat happy.

"...But, this matter must be handled carefully. If it is revealed that the Whitleys are magicians, this village will not let it go."

"And according to Matthew, Lavinia is Abby's best friend."

"Yes... that's what Miss Abbey told me. However, the villagers seem to think the Whatleys are scary and hate them very much. It's unclear how much Miss Abbey herself knows about the actual situation."

Matthew lowered his head and said

"Can this topic be stopped for a while..."

At this time, Sansong frowned and said with some doubts.

"Perhaps because of the influence of workshopization..."

"What do you remember? Come on and listen."

Seemingly aware of this matter, the witch looked at San Song expectantly.

"—Yes, that's right. I remembered something very important. About the man who suddenly appeared last night, the presiding judge who came to Salem, Matthew Hopkins. Although I did not meet directly. Yes, but I know him."

Sansong was silent for a moment, and finally nodded affirmatively.

"Because he's like me, and he's quite a well-known figure among those associated with torturers."

"The torturer...is talking about the person who executes the sentence. So who is Judge Hopkins...?"

"he is......"

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