Please give everything to Her Royal Highness

And the male protagonists in every novel are heinous villains.

Why do women take one second look at a man and then avoid him, but they just like him?

Why, the male protagonist always likes to say - don't play any more hard-to-get tricks with me.

The Calamity Witch was puzzled by this.

After hearing Miss Saint's story of changing the soup without changing the medicine for the 34th time, she couldn't help but ask for the first time:

"Why do the heroes in your stories always want to conquer the world?"

"Because he is very handsome, just like you now."

Miss Saint said, a strange yearning appeared in her eyes.

The Calamity Witch didn't understand. She had never asked the saint's name, nor had she cared about anything about the saint.

However, if conquering the world is so cool, it is not something that cannot be done.

Time passes quietly as the witch beats people in the church every day, occasionally makes medicine, and occasionally listens to new stories created by the saint.

On a starry night, the saint brought something as dense and soft as a cloud from nowhere.

There were also a few lighted candles sparsely inserted on top.

The Calamity Witch had never seen such a novel thing before. After taking a sip, she fell in love with the sweet taste.

"This is a cream cake."

Miss Saint explained this.

"Have you ever eaten something that can only be eaten on birthdays?"

The Calamity Witch had no father or mother when she was born, so she naturally had no way of understanding such a thing.

"I don't have a birthday."

She almost accepted this fact calmly.

The saintly lady lowered her head carefully,

"Ah, I'm sorry, then I'll give you my birthday."

For the first time, the Calamity Witch inevitably became curious about Miss Saint.

"Hey, what's your name?"

She had never been curious about the saint's life before, and naturally she had not asked about the saint's name.

Miss Saint smiled slightly, "Lucia."

"What about you? What's your name?"

"I don't have a name, does that matter?"

The Calamity Witch didn't care.

The saint's beautiful eyes stared intently for a long time, as if she contained some complicated emotions, and said softly:

"The name is very important, it is the proof of a person's existence."

"The people who come to destroy me almost never survive more than three seconds before dying under my flames. How can they know my name? I don't need that kind of thing."

"Otherwise, I'll give you my name too. I really hate it... my life."

The saintly lady smiled, but there was an unspeakable sadness.

But a witch is just a witch and cannot understand complex emotions.

How could the Calamity Witch not want something given to her for free?

She gladly accepted the offer, and was rewarded with a sincere smile from a young girl.

What a good deal!Free money!

After that, the Saint didn't know where she found a few bottles of good wine, and insisted on dragging the Witch to drink.

After three rounds of drinking, it was time to pour out our true feelings.

The saintly lady held the arm of a certain witch and cursed the Holy See in a drunken voice.

She said that she didn't like the Holy See and had no faith. She was just an unlucky person chosen by chance.

She said she hated complicated theological books, hated having to behave modestly, and hated families that used themselves as cash cows and things to show off.

She said she was tired of the world and hated the goddess.

She said that the world would just be destroyed.

The Calamity Witch listened quietly, completely different from usual, and did not say any sarcastic words.

"So is there anything you like?"

If you want it, I will help you get it back - this is what she never said.

The drunk Miss Saint leaned on someone's shoulder, thought quietly for a long time, and said, "I like it very much now."

What does it mean to like it now?

The Calamity Witch rarely interacts with others, and the most places where she exercises her emotional intelligence come from Miss Saint's novels, and Miss Saint.

But she wouldn't bother with such a thing, so she pulled the drunken saint lady up.

Above the twinkling starry sky, between the dark blue clouds, overlooking the mountains, the lights of the city, and the small but warm world.

This is a vision that only witches and gods can appreciate, and she shared it with the saint who opened her heart to her.

And he carefully selected a good-quality magic ring "Tears of Arturius" from his small vault as a birthday gift.

Miss Saint smiled lightly and said "Thank you" in her drunken state.

From then on, Miss Witch began to seriously study the novel written by someone.

She tried to find out why the male protagonist was so obsessed with the author.

She even began to try to understand the logical circuit of the hero's speech.

As a loyal reader, Miss Witch has undoubtedly earned the praise of Miss Saint.

She could even feel that Miss Saint's eyes were locked on hers all the time.

She thought, according to the description in the novel, this must be Miss Saint falling in love.

But she is a free-spirited witch who cannot understand human emotions at all and has no way to respond.

So, she took the initiative to confess her feelings to Miss Saint and said, "It's impossible for me to like you."

"why?"

The saintly lady asked this sentence in surprise.

"Because I am the evil witch of disaster, and you are just the unlucky guy I captured. Don't be too obsessed with me."

The saintly lady said nothing, her eyebrows were crooked, her mouth was covered and she smiled softly.

Happy time always comes to an end, and the goddess's reverse scales are violated again and again.

The church army finally joined forces with the Magic Association to fight in a mighty manner.

This time the goddess issued an oracle - the Disaster Witch must be destroyed and the Holy Maiden's crown must be found.

In this combined army, there were even several blessed paladins.

The goddess Wells can even possess the god and descend on the blessed knight to ensure that the witch is destroyed without fail.

The black army rushed into the southern forest without fear of death.

The powerful magic fell like raindrops, but it could not shake the witch in the slightest.

The witch of disaster said to the saint of the Holy See,

“If you are scared, you can run away now, otherwise you will have to fight against the whole world next.

The saintly lady stood firmly by the disaster's side from beginning to end, as if she chose her fate regardless of her own safety.

"If possible... don't spread to outlying towns."

This is Miss Saint's only request.

"Huh? Of course it's no problem. It's easy to protect them."

Those simple people... are the last remaining conscience left by the Saint after she escaped from everything in her native land.

The owner of the bakery would always secretly give Miss Saint a baguette as a special offer, and the butcher uncle on the corner always said that as long as he earned money for another year, he could enjoy his old age.

Every time I go to their place, I know that the Disaster Witch is following me, but I always remain friendly and gentle...

The lives of ordinary people should not be disrupted by this crusade.

……

But the witch's power alone is unable to deal with the superior gods.

The holy flame of judgment descended from the goddess Wells completely swallowed up the witch of disaster.

Fortunately, it did not affect the outer towns.

The evil dragon was finally defeated, and it was another happy ending like a fairy tale.

In the Holy See, Saint Lucia, who had been robbed for a long time, finally returned to the Holy See.

But somehow, Lucia soon died of illness.

105. People who don’t need to care about me

I could have endured the darkness if I had never seen the sun, but the sunshine has made my desolation a newer desolation - these are the sentences Grace could think of about Lucia in her dream.

Waking up from a trance.

Grace felt as if her body was suppressed by something warm and heavy, unable to move at all.

Sweat dripped from his forehead, especially in the left shoulder socket, where there was even a slight burning sensation.

It's like a cat that deliberately lays on itself to wake itself up.

Grace struggled in the darkness of her vision and opened her eyes.

What caught the eye was the silky brown hair that was as smooth as seaweed.

This is……?

The eyes in her pupils converged, and the temperature in the bed finally made Grace realize her current situation.

The hot, fiery temperature is spreading unbridled in the close-fitting skin.

Nora——! ! ! ! !

Grace was physiologically disgusted and her pupils shrank like a feline on alert. She immediately pushed the girl on her body away in disgust and sat up from the bed.

A large area of ​​skin as white as gelatin was exposed in the air. Even if the fireplace was lit, the cold air was still invading every inch of the skin.

Grace shivered from the cold and looked down at her poor state wearing only underwear.

Nora, this guy...

A feeling of offended disgust came to her heart. Grace lowered her eyes with a gloomy expression and gritted her teeth patiently.

And her skirt and underwear were all thrown onto the clean floor as if they had been ravaged by someone.

Biting the middle knuckle of her index finger, Grace tried to calm down.

First there was the question of Nora's madness, and then there was a certain chill that penetrated the bones, and why was Nora crushing on top of him?

Grace dexterously rolled out of bed, picked up the clothes on the floor and put them on one by one.

From the outside, she remains elegant and calm, as if no one can shake her heartstrings.

She was waiting, waiting for Nora's explanation, and the girl who was pushed to the other side by her was gradually waking up to the sound of the rustling of fabric.

Logically speaking, Nora is someone who goes crazy in chaos and then attacks indiscriminately.

But Grace did not feel inexplicable fear or wariness towards Nora.

Because Grace was not afraid of death, she took the wrong approach and asked Nora to take her away in an extreme way.

If you can't even trust your maid, how can you hand over your back in the future?