Secret: The Fool's Witch Angel

Under the sky covered with thick dark clouds and dancing lightning, there is a figure with thick red hair floating, each hair tip is a human face, they are so pale and so beautiful and charming.

Underneath are the ruined villages and mountains. The water flowing from nowhere keeps piling up, causing the wreckage of those houses to swirl around the countless whirlpools in the water, and the tornadoes that are enough to wipe out everything are constantly forming around them.

She turned her head, the evil light on her face made it difficult to see her original face, and her skin became somewhat transparent.The light blue eyes reflect the twisted and changing illusory space, and every space has a twisting and terrifying figure, instead of everything outside that has been destroyed.

"Are you that afraid of yourself? Coward."

Hermione woke up from the bed, propped her hands on her sides, and let the loose red hair cover her. This was the message she read from the shape of her mouth, that was herself, the self she had never dared to face.

She seemed to want to come up with something again, the girl who was riding with her, she seemed to be screaming, Hermione held her head and didn't think about it.

The latter part is a warning to myself, will there be danger coming, besides me, there are other people looking for Swan Castle?Spiritual intuition is never wrong.

'I really didn't show mercy to myself at all. I was really a coward and I was afraid of losing. '

Hermione, who sat there blankly for a while, got up and left the bed. With disheveled hair, she directly surprised Helen who also opened the door to the bathroom opposite.

The morning light coming in from the window hit the light red hair, making it a little more crystal clear, as if it was covered with a ball of fire.

Helen, who couldn't move her eyes, was a little envious of the person in front of her.Her hair is just a lighter flaxen color, plus she is not very good-looking, and she has some freckles, so she is said to be an ugly red-haired girl, and she becomes the one who is teased in campus life. If she is not strong in her heart, she will not be able to complete her studies.

Those people should really look at the girl in front of them and see a real redhead, instead of making trouble with their own puffy hair all day long.

"Use it first, I'll comb my hair first."

"Austin, you are so beautiful."

Helen looked directly at the door, and Hermione also realized that she accidentally forgot to restrain herself, and turned back in embarrassment.Helen felt her consciousness drop, she suddenly woke up, and subconsciously stroked her hair.

"It's too shameful, I actually thought of jealousy, Lord of knowledge! Please let the light wash my heart."

After praying, Helen went to the bathroom to wash up and tidy up her condition.

Hermione combed her hair and continued to coil it. Compared with braided hair and long hair, it is better to coil her hair. Whether it is wearing a top hat or fighting, it is not easy to dishevel her hair.

After washing up, she changed out of her nightdress and put on today's dress, a high-waisted dress with a lace bow tie shirt at the waist, a coat top, and a tulle top hat. Then she went out to visit Alisa next door.Now that you've seen it all, you can't leave it alone.

Inside she was still sleeping soundly, the quilt that fell off her chest was being held by both hands, the hair inside the nightcap was freed, her expression was still a little nervous, and there were shallow lines between her brows.

After confirming that there was no problem, Hermione left here and closed the door, just in case she could come in without explaining why it was locked.She didn't want to be labeled as a housebreaker, otherwise she would be the first thing that comes to mind when encountering similar things in the future.

The next one is to observe Edmund Winter. This guy has a brain problem and can't communicate. Is it the little influence of the rainbow color in his middle?

It was because of this that he was able to let Swan Castle come to find him to enter, which was equivalent to making a mark.My replacement of the mirror world failed to capture the point that doesn't seem to exist, is my personality high?
Praying to the Fool should be able to deal with it, in case it is the ticket to get in...

Thinking of this, Hermione decided to look at this Edmund Winter first, and deal with him directly if something unexpected happened.

In the room directly behind the church, Anna and Apfel had already finished their breakfast there, and Helen, who was in a hurry, obviously didn't adapt to the rhythm of the church.

After talking to them a few words, sighing good morning and so on, I left here.There are fixed times for church services or mass. If it is not necessary, there is no need to get up early every day to wait.

Except for some devout believers who were already praying to the Holy Emblem of Knowledge, there were basically not many people there, and Father Brandt was already standing there.Hermione lamented that his energy was really good, leaving his previous self unable to wake up until 9 o'clock without sleeping.

"Father Brandt, I'm going to the lake house."

After saying hello, Hermione left the church directly and walked to the road by the river yesterday.From time to time, a carriage pulling goods passed by, and Hermione almost wanted to go to the guardrail because she had to keep avoiding the narrow road.

Compared with the main road that has to circle around inside, it is indeed much faster to cross here.

The municipal urban planners can't do it. If you put a few stone piers, they won't be able to come.Hermione complained a few words, making people who walk here in the morning have to dodge from time to time, and their good mood will be ruined.

When I came back to the forest on the shore, the guarding policeman was also changed, not one of the two yesterday.

Hermione directly explained to him that she was a researcher sent by the church, and she obtained the past qualifications.

The straight spruce spreads out its branches, and those yellowish leaves are still stubbornly stuck on the tree, as slender as needles.The light of the morning sun filtered through the remaining mist between them creating a beautiful Tyndall effect.

The calm lake surface also has a little rippling blue waves, and the golden light is reflected like scales under the light.Edmund Winter didn't know when he leveled the grassland facing his wooden house, moved a few stones to sit here, facing the lake, holding a long wooden stick in his hand, and there was a slender weed at the end.

Is this fishing?What are you still doing?
He directly confused Hermione. She saw that the grass was caught in the crack of the wooden stick, and it fell off when she pulled it.

"What are you doing? Painting?"

After walking beside him, Hermione also looked at the scenery in front of her. On the other side of the lake were the houses of the residents of the small town, and on the shore were evergreen broad-leaved forests, and there were also golden ginkgos and the like.

The calm lake reflected all the scenery above, and with the rising sun, it was a beautiful morning, so she couldn't help but store this beautiful scenery directly through the reflected lake.

"I am confronting a terrifying existence. His hair is disheveled, his expression is distorted, and his appearance has become similar to that of a beautiful human woman. Although the light emitted makes people unable to see clearly, it can't deceive me. I can see his ugly inner and evil thoughts."

Hermione, who heard the words, warned herself not to make mistakes, after all, ordinary people would have died suddenly when they saw their own mythological creature form, so it can still be like the current beeping conclusion.

"What about me? Aren't you going to say something?"

Edmund Winter turned his head and looked at Hermione, the beard and hair like withered grass almost covered his entire face.The strange thing is that he is not too dirty, and there is no bad smell.

"Ghost! My God, it's already morning, why didn't the light dispel the night."

He threw the stick forward, plunged directly into the water and floated out, and the man kept retreating, and climbed up when he saw the tree.

Impatient Hermione directly tied him to the tree trunk with spider silk, she couldn't believe it, she couldn't get that thing out of his brain, and let her talk to herself.

This guy ridicules him every time he sees him. Is he jealous of his beauty?It's a pity that it doesn't have the extra characteristics of a witch, otherwise, give him a witch and let him be sisters with those twisted people.

Don't even think about what's on him, the remaining hunter traits won't be given to him.Speaking of this, I haven't exhausted the characteristics of the hunter, and the burden of too many low-sequences is not good.

After Edmund Winter struggled for a while, his eyes became pious again, and his constantly twisting head slowly kept looking up.

"I saw it, I saw the world above the white clouds."

Hermione, who heard the words, also observed carefully, and there was indeed a connection here, which she couldn't catch.The condensed ice mirror was close to Edmund, and there was a vast white space, but it was a pity that it disappeared in a while.

Edmund also lowered his head suddenly, as if he was not breathing.After waking up for a while, he turned into that unpredictable look again.

Hermione tried to seduce him with the witch's charm. Apart from drooling and staring blankly, this guy also asked a few questions.After dispelling the charm, he opened his mouth drooling.

"In sweet dreams, everyone is equal, but now that the sun has risen, it's time for people to return to their unequal roles, and the dream is gone."

The nonsensical words made Hermione instantly understand that maybe she could come to this town through a dream, find Edmund Winter inside, and enter Schwannburg through him.

I care too much about the truth outside, but ignore these rules that do not need to be reasoned at all, because I was affected by the previous materialistic thinking.

The way to enter the dreamland can be assisted by your own magic. It is better to ask Granster for some insurance. Her way is an expert in this field.A lot of surprises can be avoided entirely by being prepared.

And I don’t know what the conditions are, it shouldn’t be that simple, otherwise the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom would not be ignorant, and it is not ruled out that they have been messing around with this.

After thinking about some methods, Hermione looked at Edmund Winter.This guy will see if he can regain his sobriety after finishing this matter later.

"Thank you very much for your reminder, I will try it out." Hermione subconsciously thanked Edmund Winter.

When he raised his head, the temperament on his face changed again, looking a bit sinister. "Did I feel comfortable last night? Am I amazing."

Hearing this, Hermione let go of the spider thread, and quickly knocked him unconscious as he was struggling to leave.

Just now I can look at his dream. Does this guy not understand his situation?Or is the reflex arc of the charm too long?
One side of the mirror was pitch black, and there were white clouds in the sky paddling the raft, and a huge figure with a beautiful body was stirring the silt like a great lake below.

He appeared there, stepping on the slender weeds under his feet, and plunged into the mud with an ancient spear emitting red light.

Most of the contents shown in the picture are his nonsensical statements, and finally fell silent into a pitch-black darkness.

Thinking that it wouldn't be that simple, Hermione didn't ask him too much to do it right away, at least make sure that he is one of the targets, and if he dies after using it for experiments, it will be hard to find the next one.

When she left, she thoughtfully pulled Edmund back to the straw bed in the cabin with the spider silk.

Go back and write a letter to ask Columpel and Jench if the bishop Friedrich who went in left any notes or something.

I have learned some information, if I keep it, I should be able to compare it.

The castle was left over from the past, and Hermione tended to leave it behind the Night Emperor Trent Solt. This place happened to be within the scope of his empire, but why didn't she know that there was such a thing? Didn't she remember those memories?

Many things happened in the Fourth Epoch. People who were still fine suddenly changed their temperaments. The two parties who were originally cooperating also fought. Even the demon family who caused troubles left the world. She raised her head and looked at the sky. Could that be the root of the problem?

After meeting the demon family in Pulitzer before, it has been a long time since I met the demon family. It stands to reason that I have torn a saint by my own hands, so I should come back to take revenge on myself.

She looked at the surrounding environment. The policemen in front were still sitting there leisurely eating melon seeds. She had to be careful that they joined forces with Tatiana, who had never heard of it.

After saying hello to the police outside, she walked straight out of the wooded area and followed the riverside road back to the small bridge from yesterday.

The lady Catherine I met yesterday also took the similar girl who was shorter than her and the boy with a taller waist just to the right-angle turn, and the same maid followed respectfully with a basket.

Unlike yesterday's pink, today's white dress with layered pleats and ruffles is decorated with indigo ribbons on the edges, making it look younger, but the few wrinkles on the face made Hermione feel a little out of place and not in line with her temperament.

If you adjust to the age of 36 or 7 by yourself, you will definitely not wear it.Choosing some dark red and purple dark colors is more in line with the temperament of this age.

But I will always be 18 years old, so I am embarrassed for others.She is also good-looking, and she can handle it.

Hermione politely stopped here to let them come out first, there was no need to rush to squeeze a seat.Lady Catherine also stopped there to watch Hermione make concessions to each other, her daughter maintained an expression of being owed her money, and the youngest son continued to move forward.

"Thank you."

After Hermione finished speaking, she walked straight ahead and left. Her walking steps looked very small and very easy, but soon there was only her back, and Mrs. Catherine, who came out some distance behind, wondered if she hadn't moved.

Going back to the room behind the church, I quickly wrote a letter to summon the other party's messenger to give it to Grant, asking if there is any way to enter the dream with magic that does not harm others. It is best to reserve a group method with more people.

If the previous self estimated that he had directly used Edmund as a sacrifice medium to violently fall into a dream, there would be so many scruples.

Then go to the telegraph room next to the church with the written letter, and ask them to send it to Columpel in the Church of St. Ottini in Begelite, and ask if Friedrich left any notes or words, preferably before entering.