The female devils I saved came to my door

The swordmaster, who was not wearing a helmet, subconsciously wanted to swing his sword to kill the woman who was planning a sneak attack. However, as soon as he swung the sword halfway, he realized that he "cannot hurt Ciel's students" and retracted the sword's edge.

During this hesitation, Lovna had already strangled his neck, bit his ear fiercely, and then tore his ear off with a fierce tear like a tiger or wolf pouncing on prey.

"What a crazy woman!"

Monroe rarely lost his temper, but he still tried his best to control his emotions and did not unleash his murderous intention on Ciel's students.

Covering his seriously injured left ear, the powerful healing speed caused his wound to heal quickly. Lovna bit her lower ear and planned to attack Monroe again, but was blocked by the tall warrior with her elbow.He planned to use his right hand to swing the sword to decapitate Sharlanna beneath him.

This time, Lovna should be unable to stop him.

But, another person can.

A flying heavy sword stood between Sharlanna and Monroe.The owner of that heavy sword was once Monroe himself, so when he saw the texture of the sword, he knew who it was.

Monroe's body stiffened for a moment, and then he slowly turned around and saw Charles who had just arrived here.

He was wearing a smart tight-sleeved coat, and his head was covered with sweat from the rush. There was also a stack of manuscripts stuffed in the inner pocket of the coat - those were the various items he had worked hard to compile during his inspections around Ipoli these days. The report also contains hundreds of specific recommendations for reforms for Lovna's future rule.

He originally planned to give this manuscript that he had worked hard to prepare as a gift to Lovna today, to discuss these specific matters with her and help this student consolidate her rough rule.

But after learning that Lovna left alone on horseback, heading to the swamps in the east, he had a bad premonition. He quickly picked up his heavy sword, snatched a horse from the stable, and found the forest all the way. From where Lovna tied the horse, After tracking all the way, I finally saw this scene in the forest:

His father-in-law, who had always respected him, had five children's heads pinned to his head. He had just killed another child, and had a piece of his ear bitten off by his student. He also planned to chop to death the last dying heir with his sword.

"What the fuck is going on?!"

He clearly felt that the heads on Monroe's waist were all his blood relatives.And the child lying under the tree was the girl he met on a rainy night.

They are all my children.This was Ciel's first instinct.

"What the fuck is going on!" he repeated again, louder.

"Char..." Monroe's expressionless face finally showed a look of astonishment: "Why are you here?"

Charles didn't answer.

He walked straight forward and grabbed Lovna, who was looking crazy and wanted to fight with Monroe. He grabbed her hand and told the student who was almost out of control not to do something stupid.He held Lovna in his arms until her struggles and screams turned into howls.

She was like a mother who had lost her child.

"Those children..." He then looked at Monroe: "What on earth is going on? Mr. Monroe!"

The last time the two of them separated was in a remote parish in the north of the mainland.

That time, Monroe claimed that he would stay in the diocese and solve local problems, so he separated from Charles in advance.Later, even on the eve of Katrin's death, the man did not catch up.

All this made Ciel very confused and even a little dissatisfied.

"Char, aren't you supposed to be with my daughter in the Holy See?" Monroe's expression returned to calm: "Why did you come to the East?"

"Katelin passed away, sir... passed away a few months ago." Charles explained word for word: "You missed her last words. She wanted me to tell you, sir, that she was very grateful to you. She took care of you, she thought you were a kind and gentle person, and gave her everything she needed. She really wanted to see you before she died, but unfortunately, you didn't make it."

"Oh..." Monroe hummed and seemed to be silent in disbelief.

"I know." After a while, he gave a calm answer.

This series of performances made Ciel even more furious, even a little angry.

"Your daughter passed away, and this is your attitude?"

"This is none of your business, Charles. I don't want to talk about her at this time." Monroe said perfunctorily: "I have a mission now."

"Mission? What kind of fucking mission is this? Killing children with a heavy sword? Or beating my students? I need an explanation, Mr. Monroe, an explanation-"

Monroe looked at his son-in-law with an expression he had never seen before, and slowly let go of the ear that had just been bitten off with his left hand - the incomplete ear had slowly grown back, but the obvious gap still remained as a permanent scar. On the ear - and Ciel looked at each other for a while.

"I'm hunting down the creations of the demonic 'subversive', Ciel. These are the guys in front of you."

Monroe stuck his heavy sword on the ground, pointed it at Sharlana, and finally revealed the truth: "Do you remember the Subversive? The devil who almost killed us. When you were captured by her for the first time, she used Your bloodline has created a group of children from the Netherworld. They are your descendants, your imitations, synthetic humans made from your blood and soul.

"The devil hid these children in the east. Therefore, I never traced them. It wasn't until a few months ago that this child came to the north. I followed the traces here and wiped them out one after another - it seems that , it was your student Lovna who adopted them all these years.

"These guys gain strength from the war and murderous karma in the East. They are growing stronger day by day. This child named Sharlanna can even cast Nether spells and summon humanoid creatures. They are all dangerous. They must be eliminated, Char."

Charles tilted his head and glanced at Sharlanna, who was already unconscious.

"Her name is Sharlanna?"

The wound on her chest exuded blood and rotten odor, her pale face was stained with oil, her bleeding lips were chapped and scabbed, and her hair was messy and dry - just like an ordinary girl in need of help.

Even though he had expected it, and even though he tried his best to stay calm at this time, the fact that he had just become a father and that he only had one surviving heir still shocked him.

This is his daughter, his child.

Her name is Sharlana.

A long silence.The two could only hear Lovna's delirious cries.

"Subversive, that was six or seven years ago... When did you know about the existence of these children?"

Monroe didn't answer, but Charles saw the answer.

"So, you knew from the beginning? You knew from the beginning that the demon created my child?"

Ciel's voice became louder: "...Why didn't you tell me? I can still understand that Lovna kept it secret from me. She must have had feelings for these children and was afraid that I would hurt them as a soldier of the Holy See. Hidden, that’s what this kid is like. But—why didn’t you tell me? What’s your reason? They are my blood!”

"Just to avoid this situation today, Ciel."

Monroe's answer also became tougher: "Don't be deceived by the disguised appearance of these children. They are still essentially creatures shaped by the power of the underworld. You know, there is a price to pay for the use of this power. They use this power. The price is war and death in the human world.

"If these demonic creatures are allowed to grow up, they will inevitably become monsters driven by power. In the process of spreading chaos, they will be completely manipulated by power and become humanoid demons who only know how to kill.

"If some stupid people develop feelings for them and are deceived by them, then if I try to hunt them down, this will happen today - people like your students will come out to stop me. So, I don't care We must destroy them no matter what, Ciel, don’t stop me.”

"Whether they are monsters or not, I don't agree, sir. I kind of suspect you are lying. You must be hiding something from me. Just like His Majesty the Pope, she also likes to hide things from me..."

Charles stopped Monroe: "I will not allow you to touch this child named Sher Lana. When she recovers, I will use my reason to confirm whether she is a demon who will bring disaster or a hidden evil spirit." Kind-hearted human beings. Also, please put down the heads of those children and don’t pin them on your waist. I hate this.”

The heavy sword named "Ether" sensed the power of its master, levitated, and flew back to Ciel's hands.

He held the crying Lovna with one hand, raised the heavy sword with the other hand, and pointed it at the sword master named Ether in front of him: "I don't mind using violence."

"You want to challenge me with my past weapons?" Monroe frowned.

"Correct."

Monroe looked at his son-in-law. After confirming again and again, he sighed and raised his heavy sword.

"Lovna, don't cry..." Charles took out a few healing runes he carried with him from his waist and stuffed them into her hands: "Use these first-aid runes quickly and leave with Sharlanna. .”

"Teacher..." Lovna's emotions were still in turmoil, and she was still heartbroken over the loss of six children.

"Don't be too sad, Lovna. Save Sharlana first. Stop her bleeding first, and then take her out of the forest. After leaving, walk as far away as possible." He stared at the door opposite that had been opened. Luo: "I will defeat this person."

Just when Weng Xun was facing off with his sword, the five heads pinned to the Sword Master's waist and the eyes of the youngest child who died on the ground suddenly flashed at the same time.

All the children who passed away reflected their father's figure in their eyes.

120. The battle between two generations

Monroe and Ciel didn't really want to fight each other, but they started fighting anyway.

Out of tolerance for his old father-in-law, Charles did not use the power of the underworld at the beginning, and the two just slashed together with heavy swords.

Monroe's heavy sword is also a good weapon, but it is still incomparable to the legendary weapon in Ciel's hand. In the sparks of collision, his weapon was quickly shattered by the "ether" in Ciel's hand. .

This made the sword master frown - in the collision just now, Ciel was obviously not weaker than him in terms of speed and strength.

As for Lovna, she applied the healing rune given by Charles to Sharlanna's wound, which relieved her injury. She hugged the dying child and tried her best to bring her out of the forest.

Sharlanna, relying on Lovna, managed to regain some consciousness, but she was still groggy and her words were very incoherent: "My family, they..."

Lovna didn't say anything, and continued to hold Sharlana in her arms, moving around in the forest, wielding a short knife to chop all the branches.

She rushed all the way out of the forest, put Sharlana on the horse, then climbed on the horse, supported the child, and galloped to the fortress on the edge of Ipoli City - the one called Lovnania. In the small castle.

"Doctor! Doctor!" she shouted, "come and save people!"

Lady Lovna's anxious shout attracted everyone's attention, and everyone saw the black-haired girl that Lovna was holding.People were even more curious as to why Lady Lovna, who had always been calm and capable, became so manic and anxious when she saw this injured child.

But no matter what, the group of doctors hurriedly gathered around.Among these doctors, there were also ordained doctors who were good at healing spells. They hurriedly gathered around the injured Sharlana and examined her wounds.

After lifting Sharlanna's blood-stained clothes, everyone was shocked by the horrific injuries - the entire chest and abdomen were covered with huge penetrating wounds. It was almost impossible for this girl to survive, but she was still able to survive at this time. self-mumbling.

"Lady Lovna, this child...this...who is she?"

"Don't worry about the difficulty, hurry up and save her...just treat her as my child!"

The urged doctor did not ask any more questions and hurriedly began treatment.Sharlanna's painful expression finally eased, and her frown finally relaxed under the power of blessing.

At this time, Lovna, who was slightly relieved, looked back to the west, looking in the direction of the great swamp.

Where, her teacher, the battle with the sword master is still going on.

Lead-gray clouds gathered in the western plains, and there seemed to be muffled thunder coming from there.

The two guys who were fighting seemed to be serious about it.

…………

"Charle, don't be ridiculous." Monroe looked at his son-in-law, who was almost furious at this time, and wanted to persuade him: "I have my reasons for hiding it from you... These can't be considered your children at all! These are just the creations of the devil. , don’t turn against me for this kind of thing!”

"Then what are you?" Charles asked back: "...Aren't you also a blasphemous creation of a cult? Aren't you also the product of that devil and a group of heretics? Aren't you a person who was pieced together from broken corpses? Are you a synthetic human? You have lived a glorious life as a sword master, enjoying glory and respect, but those children have to be erased by you as sins? You even hide their existence from my father? If you have a clear conscience, why don't you Tell me all this in the first place? Damn it! Even if they are the creation of the devil, it’s up to me to decide!”

As he spoke, he struck out with all his strength. During the confrontation between the two swords, there was a burst of dazzling sparks. Along with the harsh sound of metal friction, another crack appeared on Monroe's weapon.

"Char, I don't deny that I am also a creature of sin..." Monroe's face was not very good: "But I have been redeemed, but it is impossible for these children to live normally... It is difficult for me to explain to you now."

"Then please explain clearly! What is the difference between them and you?!"

"Their power... they are monsters that absorb war and death. Even if they seem to have ordinary human emotions now, in their long lives, they are destined to lose their humanity and become degenerates manipulated by twisted forces... They are destined to cause disaster in the future, Ciel!"

While resisting Ciel's attack, Monroe explained as patiently as possible: "Only by bringing their corpses back to the Holy See and exorcising the evil spirits in the Holy Mass can we end these demonic offspring!"

But when he said this, he felt a little unsure.

The confrontation between the two became faster and faster, and the heavy weapons repeatedly collided and intertwined in their hands.The mottled lights and shadows in the forest dotted the blades of their swords, flickering constantly.

The white light cut by the sword's edge was light and elegant, like snow-white silk.But those heavy and noisy metal collisions were so harsh.

The surrounding trees continued to fall as they slashed, and the flames and lightning that escaped from the collision of the swords continued to sweep the battlefield...

As Charles seized the opportunity and made a slash, the weapon in Monroe's hand was directly chopped into pieces by the magic weapon in his hand - the front end of the heavy sword in Monroe's hand flew out, and the remaining half of the sword blade, It buzzed in a slight tremor, like the struggle of a dying person.

"Lord Monroe, you lose." Charles put the heavy sword on his shoulder armor: "Give me the heads of those children, and then leave here. This is my home, and these are also my children... …I will make the decision on what to do with them.”

Monroe looked at the only half of the weapon left in his hand, and then looked at Ciel.

"You're making rapid progress, Ciel." He admired sincerely: "Your swordsmanship is almost as good as mine."

If it were in the past, and he could defeat his old father-in-law in a battle, Ciel might have humbled himself and said it was the advantage brought by the legendary weapon, or he might have said that the opponent did not try his best... But now, he is not in the mood.

Today, the ensuing shocks made him upset. Now he just wanted to go back to see the last daughter and confirm the safety of Sharlanna.

"Get out of here, Monroe," he urged again.

"Char..." Monroe shook his head: "My mission is to take away these demonic creations. Don't regard that guy as your daughter."

"Master Monroe, if you keep nagging, I can cut off your hand and tell you to get out - anyway, you can grow back your missing arm, and I won't feel guilty about it. This is my last warning. -Leave Ipoli."

"I know you can do it, I'm just reminding you, kid, I haven't tried my best yet."

As soon as he finished speaking, the noisy sounds in the forest seemed to pause for a moment, as if the whole world had paused.

Suddenly, a slightly transparent figure slowly walked out from behind Monroe.

This is a knight in white robes wearing dazzling armor. He is covered in thick armor, and the luxurious coat of arms on his helmet seems to show off his distinguished family background.

Then, a robed mage with a long beard and felt hat walked out, holding a luxurious staff, and there was no trace of humanity in his cloudy eyes.

Then, more shadows slowly walked out from behind Monroe.

Some of them were covered with bloody animal skins, some were wearing armor decorated with luxurious gems, some were wearing colorful robes, and some were only wearing tattered rough clothes - their figures made Ciel feel very strange. look familiar.

In the sacred and solemn halls of the church, in those ostentatious and dazzling murals and reliefs, these people have been seen.

They are the heroes of antiquity, the saints known in epic poems and ballads.Their glorious achievements have been engraved in everyone's memory through thousands of years of praise and promotion by the Holy See.

They were generals who defeated heretics, mages who caused miracles, and warriors who turned the tide.

Their legendary experiences and noble conduct are enough to serve as models for the world to follow.

More than three hundred years ago, the devil who made a contract with the founder of the Eucharist Training Society took out the soul fragments of these ancient heroic souls from the underworld, and used their souls as the basis to shape Monroe's personality. .