"Is that what you call a promise to behave?"
The airship bound for Loran, Eleazar, who was holding a Loran dictionary to learn pronunciation, stiffened and slowly looked up.
The Holy Maiden, who hadn't emitted a single transcendent fluctuation, had appeared in front of her at some point.
This guy is even a sneaky genius?
"Where do you want to go?"
Shaking his glass of red wine, Qishi cocked his head.
Eleazar closes his book and stands up ponderously.
"You guys were pretty quick to find it this time."
Qishi suddenly smiled coldly and said, "That cursed armor of the Merlin family that you left behind ran back to the church on its own from who knows where, and do you know how many people it scared along the way?"
"You found a way to undo it so quickly, quite capable."
Not realizing that he was still being punked by that thing even after he was relieved, Eleazar had a moment of dark hatred.
But having come this far, it was impossible to make him go back, so he began to look around secretly.
"What's the plan?"
Qishi asked suddenly and coldly.
Eleazar quickly returned, "Nope."
That's not true. It's a lie!
After saying that, he lifted his foot to the side and was ready to jump the plane from a height of tens of thousands of meters.
Crash through a gap, then plug it with frost.
When that happened, it would surely trigger the airship to lurch, and she, as an acolyte, would surely have to stop and look after it, and escape herself in the confusion.
Witcher silently prepares his evil plans.
Qishi looked at him and inclined his head, "So you're just going to go to Loran and get yourself killed?"
Hmm?
Eleazar's heart fluttered, and the foot he was about to kick out was withdrawn.
It looked as if he walked to the window in great sadness and viewed the scenery outside.
"Of course not."
Looking out, Eleazar was silent for a moment, his head slowing down:
"Disguise, infiltrate, and slowly gather intelligence..."
"Targeting, planning, hunting..."
"What you didn't accomplish in the first place, I will accomplish."
"By the way, bring back your body..."
The tone of that calm statement was filled with unquestionable coldness.
Qishi could feel his determination at this point.
Those lavender eyes looked at him silently.
"Well, you finally look like a Witcher now."
"I've always been OK!"
Eleazar turned around in displeasure.
"I've cleaned up all those disgruntled souls in the academy that you couldn't find."
Qishi takes a sip of his red wine and licks the corners of his mouth again with a tongue, not unlike that of a normal human.
"But the way you look now, it doesn't look like you're going on a mission, instead it looks like you're dragging your family to escape."
Qishi looked again at the black cat that lay on his shoulder licking its paws.
Eleazar said sheepishly, "I didn't know how long this trip out would take, and I didn't feel comfortable with someone else taking care of it, so I just took it with me."
Going to Loran is real, and hunting is real, but coming back is a moot point.
"Oh yeah."
Qishi reached out with a smirk and grabbed the frozen black cat.
"Meow?"
"Meow meow meow!!!"
Blackie struggled desperately and let out a cry for help.
But Eleazar is actually in trouble with itself.
He couldn't understand the intentions of this holy woman at all.
Qishi cupped the back of the black cat's neck and jerked it back along the fur, and the struggling claws immediately went limp.
Satisfied, she headed for the guest room with the well-behaved down black cat in her arms.
"Well, call me when you get there."
Eleazar froze, his face slowly becoming incredulous.
☆, Chapter 340: Walking with God (II)
After Celine had waited a whole month without any movement, it was probably safe to assume that the blood source dolls and the warlock were gone. And Witcher, who has no intention of letting them go, immediately prepares to leave for Loran to continue the hunt; he is bound to avenge Luna and Finnian.
What happened that day was like a bottomless pit in his mind.
Unlike Fintan, who was disheveled on the spot, Eleazar silently suffered the pain in the face of that sudden darkness and then carried the lamp forward.
He just didn't expect to be in the darkness to be illuminated by light so soon.
He was caught again by the Holy Maiden on the only flight in the North from Celine Starwind to Loran Greenau House.
"Call me when you get there."
After the conversation, Qishi jerks the black cat away.
Looking at that holy back, Eleazar blushed in dismay.
I don't know if I was impressed by that statement or something else...
Anyway, it sounded like she was going to follow her to Loran as well.
The moment he got that shocking guess, Witcher thought the other man was crazy.
You don't want to be a good saint, but you want to go to the evil camp with yourself?
And the point is, how else is one supposed to sneak in with such a conspicuous bulb?
Eleazar stood silently in the corridor of the airship, a wall away from the free air outside.
But at last, he turned away with a sullen face.
Nana's envoy was pinched away by her opponent.
With a head full of questions, Eleazar took it upon himself to seek out the other man.
"What a good little kitty~"
In the VIP room that required all kinds of formalities to board the plane and had a one-way fee of 100,000 dollars, Blackie gave up all struggles and let that hand knead him as if he was being played with.
Looking at the two pathetic black eyes, Eleazar asked with a drawn face:
"Why are you free to run out, do you not care about the North?"
Qishi looked up with a smile, "It's not thanks to you, there's someone more dedicated than me busy right now, where I'm like redundant, I can only come out to get some air~"
From her words that were full of joy, it could be learned that the righteous Blood Knights were now killing in the North, relying on the fact that they had the blood senses of the Mystic Side, so presumably all the evil-doers would have a hard time escaping.
Also being on the Evil Side Sequence, Eleazar understands all too well how helpful their kind can be to Evil Pursuit with their Perception-based abilities.
Turning a full heart of grief into motivation, it is a stark contrast to the slacker and lazy Witcher, so diligent that it frees up the saints who would otherwise be unable to take a break from their work.
Eleazar grinds his teeth darkly.
He took this revenge.
"But I always felt that it was bad for you to just leave the garrison like that, you see, if in case some 'black spirit' or something evil like that pops up again, someone has to be in control of the big picture."
"Yo, is Witcher finally starting to care about sin, I'm kind of touched~"
Qishi looked at him with a smirk.
Eleazar finally struggled, "As a Holy Virgin of the Church, would you be triggering too many repercussions by intruding into the Kingdom of Darkness?"
"Indeed, if it gets too big, the Shadow Council will awaken one or two mythical creatures to come out and deal with us, and if it still doesn't work, and they end up getting annoyed, a full revival might be possible."
Qishi held his chin, "At that time, what demonic legions, void legions, dark legions... Any kind of monsters have been released, the Age of Mythology might even be revived..."
Eleazar heard a tingle in his head, not daring to imagine that horrible scenario at all.
Qishi added reassuringly, "Don't worry don't worry, if it comes to that we'll fully revive Witcher as well, you'll probably just have to hold out for a good twenty years or so and you'll have untold numbers of your comrades standing by your side, and then we'll just labor on you guys to do the Great Dark Age Hunt again."
"I don't think I might last that long on my own..."
Eleazar said feebly, "That's why you'd better go back, it's not like you don't know what kind of people are in that kingdom, and as an acolyte, you can't just sit back and do nothing, after you've beaten up the little ones come the old ones, and the trouble is never-ending."
"I'm not an acolyte anymore." Qishi cocked his head.
"Can you still sense the holy light breath?"
Indeed, as she had said, Eleazar couldn't sense a trace of the divine right now, not even a hint of the Transcendental Fluctuations, and that was why she had caught him off guard.
She's like a normal person now.
How dare you be so arrogant without your supernatural powers?
Eleazar has a mind to cut a deal, but wonders if she's using some sort of magical seal disguise.
And the woman looked up with a smile on her face as if she was very much looking forward to it.
Never mind...
Eleazar said dismally, "Even without the divine aura, you're still conspicuous in this form."
Qishi lowered his head to look at his attire, then craned his head to look in the mirror next to him and nodded thoughtfully.
"Indeed."
With that, she stood up and walked behind the screen with the black cat in her arms.
There was a rustling movement, the sound of fabric rubbing against skin, and then Eleazar saw a pile of white clothing fall to his bare feet.
Completely uninterested in viewing the scenery inside, Blackie pressed his belly against the blanket and slowly moved his limbs, slowly crawling outside one step at a time.
First the furry head, the short forelimbs, the shiny furred half of the body, and seeing that the hind half had also come out from under the screen, it extended its paws to Witcher with a woofy eye.
Eleazar had just taken a step forward when he heard it scream.
"Meow!!!"
The tail was stepped on by a bare foot.
Eleazar stumbled to his feet and then saw Kuro being dragged back into the abyss.
"How do you see it now?"
A pretty woman with gray hair then walked out from behind the screen. The Holy Maiden-sama who had changed into normal girl's clothes was still as delicate as a mannequin without that hazy glow.
"It's still too shiny."
Eleazar succinctly stated her strengths that couldn't be covered up in any way.
"Your skin is so smooth, see, it's reflecting."
"And your eyes..."
Eleazar said, turning off the room lights.
"Who in their right mind has eye pupils that glow purple in the dark?"
"Give it up, you can't hide this aura."
Qishi looked in the mirror and held his chin in thought.
"So it's a burden to shine too brightly."
"That just leaves that identity costume."
With that, she went back behind the screen.
Blackie sprawled lifelessly on the blanket, still covered by a holy relic over his head.
Then a very conservatively dressed noble lady came out of it.
She was enveloped in a long, delicate dress, and in front of her tender white arms were long-sleeved gloves like black veils, her face was half veiled, and her hair was coiled up and hidden by a hat with a black feather in it.
"Now what?"
She twisted the hem of her skirt and twirled it around.
"Was it good?"