The female devils I saved came to my door

"No, I just want to find Teacher Charles." The more the devil tempted her, the more Lovna didn't believe it, but she still answered firmly.

"It's up to you." The devil had no choice but to pat Lovna on the shoulder: "Then let's say goodbye. Our contract ends here, Lovna, goodbye."

She did not try to keep Lovna, nor did she fall out with Lovna. She just watched her slowly walk south along the looming path at the foot of the mountain.

Although she has been with Miss Devil for a long time, Lovna has become somewhat accustomed to this gentle, kind and extremely powerful partner. The devil does not seem to have any particular malice, but she is still a devil after all, and their conspiracy is terrifying. , I still have to be more careful.

Teacher Charles is the most trustworthy.

Even if she is just one person, she must find Teacher Charles.

She was actually a little worried, feeling that what she and the devil had done over the years was not necessarily correct, but that was Teacher Ciel.

Even if what he did with the devil was not right, even if he made a mistake, Teacher Ciel would still forgive him, help him solve the problem, and make up for his mistakes.

Thinking like this, her steps became much quicker.

At this time, she was still one or two months away from arriving in Glory City.

81. Fairy tale dream

For Ciel, it was a long and difficult journey to teleport to the Northern Mountains and then rush back to Glory City from the Northern Mountains.

In the wilderness, armies with shabby equipment were brazenly looting farmers. Various fortifications were built around the lord's castle, monastery, and around the city. The dense forts and villages were all defending themselves.

No way, although the plague has temporarily subsided, it has also triggered conflicts in various places, and military disasters are everywhere.

On the way, Monroe felt a little strange to Charles, but it can be explained that he was a little uneasy after encountering the crisis, so his speech and behavior were a little strange.

However, when Monroe faced the illumination of the Holy Emblem, he acted calmly - if it was a heretic or evil thing, he should be somewhat restless at this time - and he did not show any signs of it during the conversation with Ciel. unfamiliar or forgetful.

Munro behaved normally, with only a slight, indescribable, subtle sense of inconsistency.

Therefore, Charles stopped worrying about Munroe's problem and began to concentrate on his journey.

By the time they returned to the Glorious Cathedral in Glory City and prepared to meet His Majesty the Pope and report on their mission, more than a month had passed.

In the long corridors and halls of the Glory Cathedral, the knights, cardinals, priests, priests and servants who were on duty all behaved differently after seeing the return of this dusty sword master who had been away from Glory City for two years.

Some are full of surprises, some are full of sadness, and still others are depressed and unhappy.

After all, since the existence of Monroe's daughter Catlin has been made public, his perfect and glorious image in the past has somewhat collapsed due to the spread of various rumors.

Whether Munro is a qualified swordsman, whether he is who he is on the outside, what his personal ethics are, whether he is a hypocrite who always gives up, all are doubtful.

But most people still recognize his combat prowess and achievements, and still regard him as the pillar of the Holy See and a role model for warriors.

In the past two years, everything has been uneasy.Troubles occurred one after another in various parishes, and the knights in the Holy See had to be sent to various places to do all kinds of annoying chores, leaving a serious shortage of manpower.

And many people are tired of running around, assisting the lords in suppressing mobs, putting down uprisings, and intervening in disputes.The resistance is very strong.

At this time, the return of a powerful figure can indeed calm the impetuous people in the Holy See.

Many people are in such an ambivalent state of mind.

Monroe turned a blind eye to these guys with various emotions. He took Charles and went straight to the office of St. Ann IV. After the guard guarding the door informed him, he immediately opened the door and entered.

In the empty papal office, only St. Ann IV stood in front of his desk.She seemed to have been waiting for them for a long time.

After Monroe saw His Majesty, he simply saluted and said nothing more, just waiting for the Pope to speak.

"You are back." She said calmly, her tone was like a loving mother returning home late after seeing two naughty children: "It's a little later than I thought. Catlin's condition is very bad, but it's not too late. Monroe , lock them, and cast a blocking spell on the door. We quickly unspelled her."

"Yes."

"...Do I need to retreat?" Charles felt that the two of them were a little serious. Knowing that this matter was related to Katrin's life, he couldn't help but ask: "I'm not good at high-level spells, so I shouldn't be able to help. It’s both of you’re busy.”

"No, Charles, you can also help us." The Pope said seriously: "You have to be mentally prepared for what's coming next."

"Char, stay, Catlin needs you." Monroe said the same.

Although he didn't understand how he could help, Ciel had no choice but to stay.

His Majesty the Pope walked to the door of the side room on the side of the office, and softly recited a mantra to the door panel of the side room, and the door to the room where Catherine temporarily stayed opened.

But what was inside the door was not the warmly furnished bedroom that Charles was familiar with—in fact, when he opened the door, he saw an endless, rolling grassland.

The emerald green field seemed to be painted with ink, and the color was so rich and reflective that it looked like paint that would flow down at any time.The undulating hills are like the surging sea, and the green weeds all over the mountains and plains are the waves of this vibrant ocean.

Just on this grassland, there are many warm light-colored houses standing. They look like they are made of clay, giving people a peaceful and gentle feeling.

The light blue sky looks like it has been daubed with a crayon. The oval-shaped orange warm sun hangs high in the sky, emitting a soft light that can be looked directly at.

This place is like a warm fairy tale picture book - no, not like it, it is the world in those fairy tale picture books produced by Charles.

"What is this?" Charles didn't react for a moment: "Is it an illusion? Or some kind of barrier?"

His Majesty glanced at Charles and Monroe meaningfully: "This is the underworld. Through the projection of Catherine's thoughts on the human world, you can also think that this is Catherine's dream... Charles, you are also qualified to know the truth. Yes. Monroe, tell him."

Monroe said solemnly: "As Catlin's father, I am a pathetic synthetic human. My body and flesh come from the creatures in the underworld, and my soul is also the stitched product of the consciousness of the dead in the underworld. My existence bears the cause and effect of the underworld. It is The bridge from the underworld to the human world. Katrin, who inherited my bloodline, also possesses the same characteristics.

"The underworld is parallel to the real world and houses the souls, desires and obsessions of human beings, a place where true and false are blurred and confused. The existence there, whether they are angels, demons or dead souls, are unimaginable and difficult for mortals to observe. But The power of the underworld can invade the human world through certain channels. For example, Katrin and I are this kind of bridge.

"Katelin is a person who gave birth naturally, so she does not have a strong body like mine. Her fragile life cannot bear these many causes and effects. The power from the underworld can easily erode her thinking and consciousness. Therefore, since she After her birth, the existence of the underworld has been haunting her, making her unable to possess spiritual intelligence and always acting foolishly.

"Those beings in the underworld are eager to use her chaotic thoughts to transform her delusions into real things through her imagination, and then come to the human world. Therefore, the monsters in Katrin's nightmares may appear in reality, and she fears Things may acquire entities in reality.

“This is the curse that haunts her—the vision that the Netherworld will take root in her mind, feed on her life and thoughts, grow its fruits of blasphemy and filth, and sow its seeds into the living world.

“When Katrin’s consciousness completely falls into chaos and confusion, and when her spirit collapses due to the erosion of the Netherworld, she will become the entrance from the Netherworld to the human world.

"Since Katrin was born, Your Majesty has been helping me to comfort this child and prevent her from being completely swallowed up by those netherworld powers and losing herself."

When he said this, His Majesty the Pope glanced at Charles, took over Munroe's words, and said: "When Catherine was in her 20s, her curse became stronger and stronger. Your fairy tale picture books played a role and gave her comfort. Fortunately, it guided her consciousness out of the confusion that the Netherworld had woven for her, and gradually allowed her to regain some consciousness, and was no longer troubled by the existence in the nightmare.

"In the past, whenever she was disturbed by nightmares from the underworld and cursed, her imaginary monsters would appear, and a barrier of varying sizes would form around her, which caused us a lot of trouble. We had to lock her up. In that room made of various enchanted materials, she spent the rest of her life like a miserable prisoner.

"However, because of your stories and company, she has improved a lot. Not only has the frequency of curse attacks become less and less, but after the curse attacks, she will no longer imagine those terrible monsters - look, this fairy tale is as beautiful as before. The fertile field is the reflection of Katrin's heart at this time. It is the space created by the power of the underworld after her consciousness was distorted.

"This space is very peaceful and calm, without any danger. It is as gentle as Katrin's heart. We only need to enter it, find Katrin's location, and then we can take advantage of the situation to contain her curse."

It is unimaginable that people can actually use their thoughts to connect with the Netherworld, and even be able to project those things in the Netherworld that are difficult to distinguish between true and false into the real world.

Ciel was shocked by what he saw.

At the Pope's signal, he slowly walked into the side door and entered this illusion.

Stepping on the soft turf, feeling the fertile wilderness projected by Katrin's fantasy,

The warm sunshine made him feel more comfortable than ever before. The soft turf was softer than any pillow or mattress. The gentle breeze blew his cheeks, as if trying to hug him.

"Char, don't relax." His Majesty reminded: "After all, this place was imagined by Catlin. She is suffering from the curse at this time, and she is in pain now. It is she who is using her own thoughts to transform those terrifying things. The existence of the Nether World turned those terrifying powers into this peaceful and fertile wilderness.

"She's taking our sins."

Ciel: "How...are we going to find Katrin now?"

Saint Ann IV: "If it were in the past, it would have been very difficult to face those nightmarish monsters. But thanks to you, these dreams based on the fairy tale picture books you created are very stable. As long as we find the 'Residents', they'll help us."

"'Residents'? Are there Aboriginal people here?"

Just as Charles asked, a thin knight wearing strange armor turned over from the hill not far away.

He was riding a strange horse, and the armor he wore was very shabby, but it was well-groomed.After seeing Ciel, he lifted up his mask, revealing a thin pointed face, a pair of big eyes and a mustache. He looked a little funny, but also serious——

It was a face that Ciel was very familiar with.

The knight said: "Hello, Lord Charles, hello, Lord Monroe, hello, His Majesty Saint Ann... I am here to greet you."

"Wait a minute..." Ciel's eyes widened: "Are you the protagonist of the picture book "The Crazy Knight Fighting the Windmill" that I created before?"

"Yes, it's me." The knight nodded: "Mr. Charles, thank you for creating me, and thank you for preparing a happy ending for me. But now is not the time to reminisce about the past, come with me Well, we have to go help Miss Catlin. Is everyone waiting for you?"

"Everyone? What you mean by 'everyone' is..."

"He is the protagonist of all the stories you create, and everyone is here." The knight replied with a straight face: "Follow me, three lords."

After saying that, the knight pulled the rope and the horse turned and walked towards the hill.

"Char, for Catlin, the stories you created are all real." The pope added meaningfully: "Those stories have always existed in her thoughts and accompanied her."

"...Unbelievable." Ciel could only say this.

After saying this, the Pope followed the galloping knight.

The pope was wearing complicated robes and decorations, and it was inconvenient to run around. He used magic to slowly float into the air and followed him.Monroe and the confused Charles could only trot to follow.

The knight rode a thin horse on the fertile fields with lush water and grass, climbed over hill after hill, crossed many rapid or slow streams, and finally arrived at a cozy two- or three-story hut. .

It was a small building that Ciel often saw in picture books, and now it appeared in Katrin's dream.

The knight dismounted and knocked on the small building. The door was opened by a little bear wearing a top hat and three piglets in work clothes. They took the knight's removed helmet and politely pushed the door open to let in the three guests. Come in.

"Come upstairs quickly, Katrin has been waiting for you all."

They also all know Ciel and his party.

This surprised Ciel more and more.

The room was crowded with various fairy tale characters, including princesses in exaggerated costumes, muscular hunters, mermaids swimming in the air, ghosts swimming in the paintings on the walls... They greeted Ciel and the others and guided them. He followed Charles and others upstairs, walked to the door of the largest room, and finally pushed the door open and entered.

The room was bright and clean, with only one big bed. Lying on the bed was a skinny girl - that was Katrin, thinner and weaker than she was in reality, and her whole body was covered with strange spell textures and black markings.

But the room was crowded, because around Katrin's bed were the protagonists of the stories that impressed her most.

The warrior who chose to abandon himself in order to defeat the evil devil; the wise man who finally reconciled with himself after gaining eternal life after a long period of time; the doctor who prayed for a magical medicine to understand and save the world, but in the end, although it was fruitless, he still wanted to help the world. …

The company of the protagonists of these stories, in this fantasy, gave her the strength to resist the curse and sustain herself until now.

The protagonists of those stories seemed to feel something when they saw Ciel appearing. They either nodded, smiled, or tilted their heads silently towards him.

The situation in front of him really made Ciel feel a little dazed - he actually met the protagonists of the story he created in Katrin's dream.

"Save Miss Catlin quickly." The doctor urged: "Char, although I do have a lot to say to you, she is in great pain right now, so don't keep her waiting."

Before Ciel could speak, the Pope had already taken action.

She approached Katrin's bed, reached out and caressed Katrin's forehead, and recited some incantations in a low voice.The textures all over Katrin's body were like living worms, crawling on the girl's body and climbing up the Pope's withered hands.

These textures are the forces of the underworld that are eroding Katrin.

"Monroe, come here."

After receiving the order, Monroe stepped forward, knelt down on one knee in front of Saint Ann IV, and asked the Pope to stretch out his hand and gently press the twisting magic lines on his head.

These powerful curses were temporarily transferred to him.

Just like in the past, this father could not cure his daughter's pain. He could only ask His Majesty the Pope to transfer some of the curses from the underworld to his body when she had an attack, and use his strong body to resist these curses. Sin, to bring some breathing relief to my daughter.

Only he, as a father and the strongest synthesizer, can bear the erosion of power from the nether world.

Charles looked at all this blankly, just like the protagonists of the fairy tales around him.

"Okay, Ciel, Katrin's curse has been suppressed. When she wakes up, she will recover and this dream will disappear."

The Pope wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeves, turned around and looked at Charles: "In the past, without your fairy tales, Catlin's dreams were full of ugly monsters. We have to do our best to defeat those monsters in the underworld. Only evil spirits can reach her.

“Now, it’s all because of you that I can rescue Katrin so easily, so I am very grateful to you, child.

"I hope you know all this too."

Ciel opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but he didn't know where to start.

All around, the protagonists of the fairy tales also looked at Ciel and the person who created them.

82. Do you want to marry her?

Before Katrin's dream collapsed, Ciel was able to have a simple conversation with these dreamers.

The protagonists of the stories he created did not show any malice towards Ciel, but were instead very polite.