"Huh? Why?"

"Because... the skills I gave you didn't take effect, aren't you angry?"

"...Are you angry?"

Hearing Altasia's words, the black-haired boy paused for a moment, then nodded slightly.

"There will be, but only to myself."

"Huh? Myself? Why?"

Looking at Altasia with wide-eyed Akane eyes, Roja put down his teacup and said calmly:

"You are a witch, a representative of fickleness and incomprehension. It is absurd to use the skill you sent as a life-saving straw. Moreover, that skill is not an autonomous ability, but similar to a summoning. Then the summoned person refuses. It's one of the possible outcomes, after all, that's your right."

"After all, you never once said that you are my companion."

As Roja said so, he raised his eyes and looked indifferently at the white-haired witch opposite. Altasia pursed her lips when she saw this, showing a somewhat aggrieved expression.

"Master Hero, do you regard me as an enemy?"

"No, it's not hostility, it's just mistrust, or jumping out of a fixed mindset. I was really too slack before."

The black-haired boy sighed while saying so, recalling what Priest had said to him.

After experiencing the crisis of two historical fragments, although Roja still believes that the danger of historical fragments should be taken seriously, in fact, he has unknowingly despised him 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?This kind of thing is not guaranteed by anyone.

Especially this time, Altasia, the Witch King, was not the result of a sex match with Roja. Coupled with the capriciousness of the Witch herself, what happened at special moments was simply normal.

"From the moment I resonated with Senior Sister Lilian and knew that she was also of the blood of the Akat family, I felt dependent, lost my sense of tension, and subconsciously wanted to share my burden with her. The result is that senior sister almost died trying to save me."

"You didn't show up at that time. It can be said that you shattered the fantasy in my heart and allowed me to be down-to-earth again. From this point of view, I should thank you."

Roja stared at the white-haired woman in front of her and said this, her golden pupils contained no deceit, but after hearing his words, Altasia was stunned. After a long time, the body of the Witch King gradually trembled, and then she could not Suppressed laughing.

"Hehe, hahaha, sure enough, we got along very well, Mr. Hero, yes, the heart of dependence is indeed a kind of contradiction with the test that your family has experienced, but this is not what I did on purpose. You understand me."

"Altasia is not such a bad witch. I didn't show up just because I was summoned by your state at that time. I couldn't solve the problem, but would kill you instead."

The white-haired witch caressed her cheeks, looked at the boy opposite, narrowed her eyes and said intoxicatedly:

"I like Mr. Hero very much, please don't doubt that alone."

"Like it? Do you mean my pain and lamentation at the center of my contradictions?"

"Oh, don't ask me that, isn't it like asking me to tell you what I like about Mr. Hero? It's really evil."

Altasia cupped her cheeks and said so shyly, but the next moment she smiled happily.

"Although I also like those, I still hope that the hero can overcome these. After all, isn't your family just such a contradiction? Whether it is inner entanglements and hesitation, or external conflicts and dangers, these are like curses. Generally, things that will always be by your side, and the hero is a typical example of it.”

"I said that we are compatible. This sentence is not a lie but a fact. In fact, the hero and I are also compatible, but only among the witches."

Altasia smiled happily, while Roja raised his eyebrows slightly.

"So that's the case, then it seems that the witch is really a cluster of people with bad personalities."

"Really, if you say such things again, it means that she is not a bad woman."

"Is that so? If it's not a bad woman, you should know why I came here this time, right?"

Looking at the Witch King who was pouting and twisting his hands around his hair with a slight dissatisfaction, the black-haired boy asked with a serious face, Altasia stopped moving when he heard the words, blinked and raised the corners of his mouth.

"Hehe, indeed, you can't stand in front of the enemy if you haven't reached source level 3, so..."

The white-haired witch bit the corner of her mouth as she said so. She stretched out her tongue to smear blood on her lips, picked up the teacup and sipped it lightly, leaving a bloody lip print on the edge, and then handed it to Roja.

"It's good to drink along this trace. This is the blood of the witch. I don't know what will happen if I drink too much."

"..."

Looking at the smiling Altasia, the black-haired boy drank the remaining half cup of tea calmly, and the witch blushed slightly when she saw this.

"How about it?"

"what?"

"The taste of my blood and kisses."

"..."

Roja, who heard the ambiguous question, silently returned the cup and refused to answer. Seeing this, Altasia puffed up her face, and then continued:

"This is also my first time. It's also the same for bleeding for others, and this kind of behavior you call indirect kissing. Don't you think you should say something?"

"I just don't think whether it's a lady's blood or a kiss, it's not something that can be judged."

"!"

The unexpected answer came to Altasia's ears. Miss Witch stared at Roja with wide eyes, then lowered her head as if shy, and wrapped her hair with her fingers.

"By the way, it's just that it's not over yet. A catalyst is needed to make it work."

"catalyst?"

"Well, ask the kid who came with you for a little blood, a few drops will do, drink it when you want to start it, but I warn you in advance, it hurts."

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