The silver wire strangled red marks on the snow-white neck of that collar, and the saintly maiden raised her eyebrows angrily.
"Gently~"
Completely unable to guess what was going on in the woman's mind, but Eleazar didn't let up at all.
Closing his palm completely around the hourglass of time, he slowly lifted the necklace upwards.
The holy maiden also cooperated by bending her head, and that snow-white back of her neck, which showed its fine fuzz in the bright sunlight, made him resist the urge to open his palms and slash down with a heavy hand slash.
The arm paused, and Eleazar held the bait honestly like a monkey with his hand in a hole grabbing food.
With the Sands of Time now completely in his hands, he quickly retreated to the door, alert as ever.
Qishi smiled lightly and gathered her silver hair behind her.
"Rather than your time magic potion that you don't know how long you'll have to prepare, I suggest you take care of that Dragonborn first, she's been hanging out with the Mystery Society group lately, and I don't know what she's burning today, but the stench is wafting out of the side of the building early in the morning."
Eleazar frowned at once and put the Time Dragon Scale away.
Watching his back as he opened the door and hurried away, Sister Freed turned her head.
"Your Highness, what about the monsters attacking the village coming from the tundra side as if they were waiting for someone to come over."
"Don't worry about it, Shua's already gone over to clean up the guys."
Qishi collected his laughter and crossed his arms to rest his chin as he turned his head to look at the container.
"How much has he inherited that he doesn't even want the materials for the Demon Ritual?"
"Your Highness, let's go grab his space crystal! I always feel that once we get that thing, he'll be honest and obedient from now on!"
Sister Fledgling leaped to the suggestion.
Qishi turned his head at once and looked at her strangely.
"You have a way to remove specific metals from the
"No ..."
Listening to the funereal sighs wafting out from the end of the hallway, Eleazar narrowed his eyes before craning his head back to the complex in the distance.
In that colorless perceptual sight, a faint black mist drifted out of some window.
Eleazar took a deep breath at once and jumped straight down the suspended corridor connecting the two buildings.
"Wow, someone jumped..."
In mid-air, there was a flash of purple light, and the few students below who happened to tilt their heads up froze on the spot.
In the third-floor window, Qishi, who had risen at some point, had his hands folded and was watching Witcher's offending maneuver indifferently.
"Who runs the infirmary now?"
Frid looked up in thought, "It's a trainee priest straight from the abbey."
"The first day she took over, she asked me what happened to that Nurse Eve whose life was a blank."
The nun said carefully, "But the girl's information, I found out, is not traceable to the archives."
Qishi said calmly, "Because an Outer God lives in her memories."
"Erase the traces of existence, eliminate the names and records, and when the gang of immortals is gone, and finally burn all the archives in this regard, He will truly disappear completely."
...
In the complex, Witcher runs up the stairs quickly.
Pushing open the door to that club room and seeing a circle of people gathered around the bonfire that was bubbling with magical colors, Eleazar was suddenly furious.
Immediately rushed up and stomped out the fire, then ripped Luna-senpai up and lifted her hand towards her arse, and gave her a few hard smacks.
"Snap-"
Luna blushed strangely and rubbed her ass.
"Why are you hitting me?"
Eleazar, who was already in a very different state of mind than before, looked around the room at a few people.
"Sorry about that, I'm taking Luna-senpai away."
Lillian instantly frowned slightly and seemed ready to say something, but Norton tugged at her harder.
After seeing the two men leave, she then turned back to them with a disgruntled look.
"What are you doing!"
The maid said quietly, "Eleazar-san's family had a very serious disaster and his fiancée died, I heard that when he came back, his eyes were red from crying, everyone knew it by heart but didn't say anything, so let's not disturb him either."
Norton also added: "He was often seen drinking during lectures, but teachers turned a blind eye."
Lillian, who had only just learned of these events, had to purse her lips.
Downstairs, Luna, who had finally responded, blushed a little in shame.
"That's outrageous, my dad never even hit me like that!"
"Didn't I tell you not to hang out with that gang?"
"I didn't want to go, but the church kept ignoring me, so I had to find out for myself."
"Ugh..."
Eleazar instantly covered his forehead helplessly.
"I should have known I wouldn't have told you those things."
"Ah! I was wrong!"
Luna leaned over in a hurry and grabbed his arm for a moment to shake it.
Eleazar helplessly reiterated, "In Celine, if you want to become a Transcendent, you have to get permission from the Church, otherwise, you'll end up getting arrested even if you reach that wish with your ideas, and there's no telling how many illegal Transcendents get arrested every year, and you don't want me to visit you in the dungeon later."
"Uh-huh, I know it's wrong!"
Luna continued to shake his arm.
Eleazar: "Also, magic potions don't just happen."
"Uh-huh..."
Luna continued to shake her arm, looked around, and whispered a reminder, "Just about, I'm only shaking it twice to my father."
"..."
A mouthful of bad breath rushed up and Eleazar looked around, suddenly wrenching his arms free to lift her by the waist and then leaping up.
"AHHHH!!!"
In the office, Qishi and Frid craned their heads to watch the figure that let out a scream as it swept through the air.
The nun opened her mouth, "Your Highness, they ...."
Qishi faintly retracted his gaze, "Those people are going to need some education, today they burn heather grass, tomorrow they might have to burn silverleaf grass that poisons a large group of people."
...
The wind was gusting, and all kinds of tall buildings were quickly passing in front of his eyes, zipping across various rooftops like a trapeze artist, before Eleazar finally came to a standstill at the top of a ten-meter-high clock tower.
"Still think it's funny?"
Underneath, a red-faced Luna clung to his waist in a death grip.
"So exciting!!!"
"..."
She was otherworldly, or perhaps she was never ordinary in the first place, and this level of thrill may have only just uncovered her hidden nature.
Eleazar mused as his body free-fell again, plummeting like a lost footing from a dozen meters up the bell tower towards the ground.
Should we find a chance to show her some of those disgusting and horrible dark creatures?
Halfway down, Luna couldn't help but let out another blood-curdling scream.
Suddenly, a pair of arms reach out from the bell tower and rip in hard with a man falling Witcher.
The grim-faced acolyte raised his hand and angled his gaze down to meet the inverted Witcher's.
"Almost there!"