Inventor of another world, the little female ghost wants to kidnap me

"Mr. Baron, could you please leave for a moment? I want to talk to Hestice alone."

Faced with Miss's request, Baron Mista did not refuse, but left the secret room with the priest and the saint.

The secret room, which is neither too big nor too small, can be illuminated by the brazier in the middle, and the warm firelight fills the room.

Mith turned his back to the brazier and faced Hestice, holding out a small wooden box.

"I have a drop of the essence of the World Tree, the [Water of Life], which should be able to help you recover some of your lost vitality."

Hestis did not take the small wooden box. "It's useless. The [Water of Life] can only heal wounds, but it can't restore the vitality of the Long-eared Tribe."

Miss held the small wooden box even tighter, "Then I will find another way. I don't believe there is no way to save you in this world."

“It’s useless. I know the commander of the Blavender Legion that Baron Mista mentioned.

He also said at that time that he wanted to save my sister, but more than ten years have passed, my sister is long gone, and he is nowhere to be found.

Mis, this is the punishment I deserve. No one can save me, including you. "

There was a sense of despair and carefreeness in Hestis' words. She seemed to be afraid of death, but also not afraid.

Miss heard the helplessness in Hestis's tone and knew that she was ready to give up her life at any time, so she took the initiative to help the Saint of Vita City.

“It’s okay, Hestice, it’s not over yet, and there’s still time to stop now, as long as we don’t use healing magic in the future.

Didn’t you say before that you hate us greedy humans the most?

There is absolutely no need for you to risk your life to help us, your life is the most important."

At this moment, Hestis didn't know what was wrong with her and was very confused.

"But if I don't even have healing magic, I won't be able to help you, and I won't be able to exchange your favor for anything else."

Missy straightened Hestice's shoulders so that she was facing him.

“Hestis, the meaning of your existence is not to help me, you are not my tool, aren’t we friends?

The price of helping me is sacrificing yourself.

Then what is the difference between me and the archbishop who deceived the Long-eared people?"

Hestice's eyes were moist, and she turned her head away from Missy's gaze, returning to her previous aloof state, "It is precisely because we are friends that I don't want to owe you more and more.

Anyway, little Nora has been found, and the task my sister assigned to me has been completed.

I’ve lived enough, it doesn’t matter.”

Hearing this, Miss felt as if his heart was being cut by a knife.

"It doesn't matter. I'll be sad if you die!"

Miss's roar made Hestis tremble all over. She didn't expect Miss to be so angry.

“You said that your sister’s death hit you hard.

But if one day you are gone, I will be the same as you were then.

I would be sad too.”

Hestice's lips trembled and her heart beat rapidly.

“Hestis, you are no longer the witch and lone ranger you were before. You are no longer alone. You have friends now, including me.

Remember, I will not give up on you.

Please don't give up on yourself, even if it's for me, okay?"

Miss's words completely made Hestice's tears burst out, and they couldn't stop flowing out of her eyes and dripping down her jawline to the ground.

She felt that over the years, the only one who truly cared about her was her sister.

Ever since her sister's death, Hestis has been wandering in the human territory like a lonely ghost.

Save people, kill people.

She seems to do these two things every day, which makes her worthy of the title of witch.

At that time, Hestis thought she understood the Goddess of Life and stood on the same line with the Goddess.

She never thought that one day she would become like her sister and sacrifice her life for the human race.

But now, Hestice found that even though she had little time left to live, she had no regrets, just like her sister who was not afraid of death.

Because it seemed like she had finally waited for the second person who truly cared about her, and there was nothing wrong with sacrificing her life for this person.

Hestis slowly moved forward, hugged Miss, who was taller than her, buried her head in his shoulder, and let her tears wet Miss's clothes.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong, Miss. I'll listen to you from now on. I won't use healing magic anymore."

Hestice held onto Miss's clothes tightly on her back and refused to let go.

At this moment, she felt as if she was back in her sister's arms.

Miss also hugged Hestice gently and slowly stroked her hair.

"It's okay. I'm here, and Higanbana is here. You can rely on us more."

. . . . .

On the last night of the Mountain God Festival, people were not bored at all, but more excited than on the previous two days.

It was late at night, but the bonfire in the Mountain God Square was still on.

At the northern gate of Vita City, in addition to some adventurers who accepted the lord's commission and some guards guarding here, there were also two members of the [Judge] team, including the team leader Fox.

Of course, Lord Baron Mista was also there.

Fox looked at the number on the scroll in his hand, it was still "two".

The corners of his mouth raised in a smug smile, he waited quietly for dawn.

The walls of Vita City are already filled with guards, and the faith-based magic-forbidden barrier is functioning normally, so heretics cannot escape even if they have wings.

Just when Fox thought he was foolproof, an accident occurred.

In his sight, a group of men in black walked out of the empty street.

The group walked towards the city gate slowly and leisurely.

The guards and adventurers were puzzled; they did not think these people were heretics unless they were here to die.

After all, with the magic-forbidden barrier in place, the magicians among the heretics have basically lost their combat effectiveness. Unless all of them are swordsmen, they will not be able to break through the city gate head-on.

The two members of the [Judge] team could tell through their magic eyes that the other party was not friendly.

"Stop!" Fox stopped the approaching group.

In the darkness of the night, he couldn't see the other person's face under the black cloak.

"Who are you?"

The leading man in black spoke in an arrogant tone, and seemed very dissatisfied with the interception by the Judge team.

"We are the Judgement Team sent by the Church to protect the Saint and get her out of the city and leave this dangerous place. How dare you stop us? Do you want to die?"

Fox was yelled at loudly and felt a little dazed. He looked at his companion, who also had a strange expression on his face, as if he had heard something ridiculous.

You are the Judge team, then what are we?

Fox couldn't imagine that the heretic could be so stupid.

Impersonating yourself in front of yourself?

Because you have no ability to fight and have no other options, so you choose to take a radical approach?

"You said you wanted to protect the Saint out of the city. Where is the Saint?" Fox was ready to take action at any time and kill everyone in front of him.

At this time, the last man in black in the group took off his cloak, revealing his long wavy hair and two slender ears.

It was the Saint of Vita City.