The female devils I saved came to my door

She naturally hugged Ciel's waist and pressed her body tightly against his back.

Even though she was separated by a layer of chainmail, Sirna could still feel extremely excited.If it hadn't been for the darkness at this moment, Charles could have seen when he turned around that the area above her neck was glowing pink.

Monroe, who was driving a hansom, shouted a warning to get out of the way and asked pedestrians to get out of the way.After leaving the city gate, he began to speed up on the official road heading north, followed by a dozen other knights on horseback.

Monroe raised the heavy sword he was carrying with one hand and recited the incantation of focusing light.

Densely packed, large and small white-gold light balls gathered around their advancing horses, following them as they moved forward in the dark night, cutting through bright light paths to provide them with illumination.

This cavalry team looked like a long white snake swimming on the night road.

They drove all night, but still failed to catch up with Viscount Prafatin halfway.It wasn't until midnight that they just arrived at the core of the viscount's territory.

The viscount's castle, a cylindrical masonry fortress beside the stream, stood quietly on the moist grass beside the river.Under the moonlight, its tall silhouette can be seen.

The Viscount's family guards mistook the incoming Holy See knights as intruders and tried to form a formation to stop them, but were driven away by the impatient Monroe who directly drove his carriage to disperse them.

As he hurried on, he realized the trouble his carelessness might cause, and the bad premonition in his heart became stronger and stronger.

But before a dozen knights rushed into the castle and arrested the viscount for questioning, the viscount came out on his own.

The castle where the viscount lived suddenly trembled violently, shaking non-stop amid a long roar. Then, the entire castle collapsed directly, and the dust raised at night was enough to obscure all vision.

The viscount's guards screamed in panic and fled in all directions.

The paladins dismounted one after another.Sirna summoned a few knights who were good at elemental magic, and cast a spell to call out the night wind, blowing away the vast dust. She also summoned light balls to illuminate the collapsed ruins.

Then, on top of the ruins of the dilapidated castle, they saw the unrecognizable Viscount - a head that was severely twisted and integrated with his chest, waving seven or eight arms, and a bunch of four or five long hairs on his lower body. It has two jointed legs, an ugly monster crawling on the ground like a spider.

The skin all over his body was ulcerated in large areas and covered with various deformed growths. The scarlet exposed flesh was covered with abscesses and scars.The head glued to the chest was making strange screams one after another.

His body is five or six times larger than that of an ordinary person. In the dark night, his huge and ugly body looks even more terrifying and disgusting.

In the ceremony just now, the mages of the "Holy Body Training Society" worked intensively to extract the remaining sweat of Monro on the towel, and based on this sweat, they made a "potion that allows mortals to gain divine power comparable to that of the Sword Master" " and let the Viscount take it.

As a result, the "Holy Body Seminar" failed and created a twisted monster.

When Charles squinted his eyes and looked behind the ruins of the castle, he also saw a dozen mysterious people in black robes sneaking out from under the ruins, waiting for an opportunity to escape.

At that time, he didn't know anything about the "Holy Body Training Society", but he could guess with his feet that those people must be related to the birth of the monster in front of him.

"You go after those magicians in robes, I will deal with this monster." Monroe ordered to the knights behind him.

Then, he drew out the giant sword, got out of the car, and walked towards the viscount who had turned into a monster.

No one is worried about his safety, after all, he is the sword master.

The changes before his eyes made Ciel also feel worried.

Things developed unexpectedly and changed very quickly.The ugly twisted human body made him feel extremely disgusted. He thought it was just an ordinary business trip, but he would encounter such trouble.

I should have taken a leave if I had known.

"Silna, did you hear that? Don't run around. I'm going to chase down those men in black. You stay where you are!"

Then, without any explanation, he pulled Sirna up and put her down on the horse. Then, ignoring her shouts, he drove his horse towards the running men in black.

"Teacher Charles, don't be impulsive! Once you start fighting, you will lose control again!" Sirna shouted at him anxiously.

But he didn't hear it.

On the other side, the giant sword held by Munro was extremely long and wide, and it was engraved with dense elemental runes and evil-proofing incantations.

He raised his sword, and with a movement that ordinary people could not imagine, he rushed in front of the monster transformed by the Viscount. He squatted down and slashed. With just one strike, the light of the sword flashed past, and the monster's dozens of legs spurted out. The blood was cut off and shattered into stumps on the ground.

Then, Monroe drew out his long sword and struck the fallen Viscount with a heavy blow on his head. The strike was mixed with orange-red lightning, and after a burst of sparks, it split into two pieces.

There were only two sword strikes in the whole process, and there was no lag in the connection between the movements. It was very crisp and clean.

Monroe originally planned to assist other knights in hunting down those suspicious black-robed mages after killing this monster.

However, before he could turn around, the chopped and broken monster in front of him was squirming.All the cracks in the residual limbs grew rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and every piece that was chopped into pieces regained life in the convulsions.

The twisted legs and feet were wandering on the ground, the broken stumps were swaying around, the swollen body was spraying putrid ichor and stench, and the size even became larger-the disgusting and ugly level of these things was far beyond the limit. It’s beyond ordinary people’s imagination.

Monroe cursed in his heart, and then continued to fight the monster.

45.Exile, promotion and resettlement

Charles recalled: "Mr. Monroe is very strong. I later heard someone say that he fought with the monster for half an hour, using hundreds of continuous enchanted slashes to exhaust the monster's regenerative power. Completely ended it.”

Wuming asked: "What about you? Mr. Charles, were you in danger at that time?"

Ciel: "I went after those men in black robes. Although they had no mounts, they ran very fast. After I caught up with those people near a woodland, I wanted to intercept them, but found that I was chasing them too fast and fell alone. That group of mages from the Eucharistic Research Society did not listen to my advice. They even yelled nonsense like 'the lackeys of the Holy See will not understand our great cause' and even cast spells to attack me.

"So, I killed them all."

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Ciel no longer remembers what he did. He only remembers lying down next to a forest in the morning light.

His memory was fragmented. He only remembered that he rushed too far and was surrounded by a group of black-robed mages because he was alone.

Those mages yelled a bunch of nonsense that villains often say, and then they breathed fire, released thunder, and threw ice spears at themselves... Some mages directly recited spells and turned into two or three meters tall. A strong man, swinging a heavy hammer to risk his own life.

The war horse he was riding on was smashed into pieces by those mages.

Therefore, in desperation, he fell into mania again, and after a period of crazy slashing, he killed all these people.

When he cut the last mage's neck, Sirna and other paladins arrived.

Seeing Ciel, whose eyes were red from death, Hilna knew that he had lost control again, and quickly cast a soul impact spell on Ciel's head. This prevented Ciel from being impulsive and causing pain to the paladins as well. The tragedy of beating.

"Are you awake, teacher?"

After waking up, Charles found himself resting on Sirna's elastic thighs.

He was still a little tired: "Didn't I tell you not to follow me? Those guys have all been caught?"

"No, those mages were all killed by you, teacher..." Hilna couldn't bear to look at those horrific corpses, she forced a smile to Charles and gently touched his forehead: "But don't worry, we have no one hurt."

By the time Monroe arrived here, it was daybreak and everything was over.

They did not capture anyone alive, but from the notes found on the corpses of these mages and the broken magic weapons pulled out from the ruins of the castle, they were able to determine their identity as the "Holy Body Training Society".

"It turned out to be someone from the Eucharistic Research Society... This time, I was negligent." Monroe made a self-examination: "Everyone, take a rest, seal off this woodland, contact nearby churches, and notify the Holy See to send someone over. We’re going to be very busy.”

"Holy Body Seminar? I seem to have some impression." Hilna supported her teacher Charles and asked absently: "The wanted heretical mage sect?"

Monroe: "Yes, a group of lunatics who dream of surpassing Heavenly Father and becoming the Creator. They think they can create some new human beings, but in the end they will only create a group of monsters... They can't be killed like cockroaches. This Viscount Prafatin, I was probably deceived by them and thought of using a towel stained with my sweat as a material to gain my power, but in the end... it turned into that ugly thing."

"Mr. Monroe, have you dealt with them in the past?" From his slightly dissatisfied tone, Hilna was keenly aware of something.

"...Yes, we had dealings with him a long time ago." Monroe replied simply.

A paladin interjected: "I remember Lord Monroe, when you first joined the Holy See more than 300 years ago, the first meritorious service award you received was for dealing with these heretics, right?"

Monroe slowly turned his head to look at the talkative knight.

"Where did you hear that?" he asked in a flat tone.

The knight was stunned for a moment. He felt that Monroe's tone was a bit... strange.

Worried that he had said the wrong thing, he faltered: "...just, uh...in the Vatican's award files. Several colleagues and I, out of admiration for you, have checked your award records. . We found that the earliest reward with clear written records was the battle to suppress the founder of the 'Holy Eucharist Research Society' more than 300 years ago. Your name is on the reward list - isn't this right?"

Monroe stared at the paladin for a while, making him feel hairy all over.

"Yes, that's right. I started my career by dealing with these lunatics." Monroe gave a brief reply and said nothing more.

After that, when the monks from the local church arrived, the sober-up Archduke arrived belatedly with his army, and the trouble had just begun.

In a principality so close to the headquarters of the Holy See, a group of heretical magicians appeared, and they also bewitched an old nobleman, and allowed them to sneak into the Duke's Palace and get close to the Sword Master sent by the Holy See to perform arbitration tasks - the circumstances of this case It was so bad that all the nobles in the country where the accident occurred were excommunicated.

Why do magicians from heretical sects appear in the usually peaceful principality?How long has this viscount been colluding with those heretical magicians?Was the Grand Duke involved in the plot?How should I report to His Majesty the Pope afterwards?What kind of treatment will the nobles of the principality suffer...

Each of these problems is a big trouble.

The Holy See even formed a temporary committee and sent a cardinal to investigate this heretical case with a terrible influence.

Hilna, Charles, Monroe... had to cooperate with the bishop who came to investigate and recount their experiences over and over again.

They also have to interrogate the Grand Duke, question the subjects in the territory of Viscount Prafatin, question other neighboring vassal lords, collect testimonies from all parties, compare them repeatedly, and write reports...

Originally thought it was just a half-month business trip, but in the end, Charles and others were forced to stay in the principality for two months.

It was not until the spring flowers bloomed and the temperature warmed up that the exhausted group returned to Glory City with the cardinal's permission.

It was already spring in the city, and everything was booming.

After returning to the city, Charles and Hilna breathed a sigh of relief - they could finally recover from the two-month busy schedule and rest in a leisurely and secluded residence in the city.

The only trouble for Charles and Hilna is that the seminary has started early. The unexpected business trip has greatly delayed their courses, and it will take a lot of effort to catch up with the teaching schedule.

However, the punishment Monroe faces is much more severe.

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Not two days after returning to Glory City, Saint An IV approached Charles.

An invitation letter with neat handwriting and the seal of St. Ann IV at the bottom was delivered to him by the Pope's bodyguard.

"Char, I have learned about your and Silna's trip. Your performance is very outstanding. After receiving the letter, please come to the church immediately. I have something I want to discuss in detail with you in person."

Although I often dealt with His Majesty in the past, this time the situation was a little different.

The location where Charles was summoned this time was not in a hidden hut outside the cathedral, but in the papal office of the Glory Cathedral. He was also explicitly asked to go to see her with Hilna.

For Sirna, this was the first time she had been summoned by His Majesty, and her inner fear was self-evident.

Ciel had some experience and knew there was no need to rush.He just put on a brand new monk's robe, got into the carriage, and drove to his destination.

In the bright and empty office under the circular dome filled with magical instruments, the kind old lady St. Ann IV has put on a gorgeous robe embroidered with gold and silver patterns and hung with precious stones and jade, with a solemn expression. He sat on the main seat.

In front of him, kneeling was a warrior wearing heavy armor - it was Monroe.

The two people who had just entered the house were shocked by the sight.

"Charle, Sirna, are you here? Very good." His Majesty the Pope raised his hand and made a gesture to sit down, indicating that the two of them could find chairs to sit down.

But Monroe still knelt on the ground, lowered his head, and remained silent.

"What's going on? Why is Lord Monroe kneeling here?" Charles couldn't help but ask.

"Because he made a mistake."

The pope said calmly: "He should have noticed the viscount's abnormality immediately and captured him; otherwise, when the viscount provoked him, he should have asked others to accept his duel invitation on his behalf and calm down himself. Watch the fight instead of impulsively ending the game; in the end, he should have sensed the problem when the servant in disguise of the heretic approached him and handed him a towel... but he didn't.

"His intuition and insight seem to have deteriorated. Every oversight here is enough to kill him or cause a big disaster.

“Although Munro is a sword master, decades of lazy life have made him slack off.

"He should think about it - even the simplest tolerances may have fatal dangers hidden behind them. He should never be careless.

"He made such a stupid mistake. I can only think that he is old. After all, he has lived for more than 300 years. It is time for him to resign from his position and become a mascot professor in a seminary."

Only then did Monroe speak: "Your Majesty, I am too slack, but I am not old. I am willing to accept punishment for this and experience it again."

"Okay, now, leave Glory City for the time being and hunt down those heretics. Execute those heretics in the 'Holy Eucharist Research Society'. During this period, don't ask the Holy See for help, just rely on yourself - I hope you, the pillar of the Holy See, will prove yourself There’s no rot.”

"Yes."

After agreeing in a deep voice, Monroe stood up.

For the first time, this tall old man made people feel that he was a little rickety.

He glanced at Ciel and said nothing, but Ciel understood the entrustment in his eyes - to help him take care of Katrin - and then Monroe left.

Charles didn't see him again for a long time.

"Your Majesty, this..."

"It's okay, Ciel, I just want Munro to leave Glory City and find his identity by hunting down heretics. He has been too lax and arrogant in the past few decades. He is nostalgic for the reputation of the Sword Master and his comfortable life. I was so distracted by simple daily duties that I actually made such an omission during this mission."

The kind pope sighed and continued: "I don't want him to leave Glory City, but the Holy See needs a strong warrior, not an old man who is obsessed with the glory of the past."

"Oh fine……"

"Don't worry, Ciel, Sirna, you performed very well this time. I have also read the file: Ciel, when a dozen heretics tried to escape, you bravely killed them with one enemy against many. It was handed over to the Heavenly Father for judgment; Hilna, you were also keenly aware of the problematic servant and reminded Monroe in time. You all have merit.

"Char, starting tomorrow, come to the Guards to report. I will say hello to the seminary and put your classes on hold. Hilna, you have also missed a month of classes. Monroe is not here, and you don't have a tutor. Just follow me first, I can give you some extra lessons, I just hope you don’t dislike me as an old lady.”