As a villain, I really don't want to be pursued by the heroine.

However, when Lyanna heard this, she covered her mouth and couldn't help laughing.

The brown-haired girl's smiling face was actually very charming.

Kalman was deeply angered by the teasing look in the girl's eyes.

"why are you laughing?"

"Nothing, I just heard something funny."

"Mr. Kalman, you don't seem to realize your situation yet." As Lyanna finished speaking, her amethyst-like eyes suddenly turned cold, eerie and cold.

Even Kalman, who was already used to the company of corpses, shuddered unconsciously.

"You, what are you going to do?"

"It's not me who will do anything. It's her who will do it for me."

Lyanna said this, raised her finger, and produced a small bottle from the void.

Or rather, holy water.

She instructed Claire, "Drop this into his eyes."

Under Kalman's horrified gaze, Lyanna held her cheek with one hand and chuckled happily, "Mr. Kalman is not afraid of death, so he won't be afraid of such a little trick, right?"

After a while, a heart-wrenching scream came from the interrogation room.

And the witch's faint sneer.

Chapter 21: The End of Gray Maid

What would it feel like if sulfuric acid was poured into the human eye?

Looking at Kalman's devastated face and listening to his desperate screams, Claire seemed to feel the same pain and showed pity on her face.

Especially since the other party is no longer in human form, is this kind of torture really necessary?

But just as she was about to pause pouring the holy water, Lyanna said, "Holy water is very expensive. You must pour it accurately."

Claire couldn't help but frown: "President? Is that almost enough?"

As Claire stopped moving, Kalman, with tears of blood streaming down his face, finally found an opportunity to interrupt, gasping for breath and shouting.

"I said! I said!"

"I came to the Citadel this time to—"

"It's for the false king's blood. I've given you a rare opportunity, yet you're spouting such nonsense. As expected of someone who believes in the evil god, Mr. Kalman, you don't even care about this little pain."

Lyanna raised her eyebrows in mock surprise and even clapped her hands in agreement.

"Huh?" Claire was stunned.

Kalman's expression suddenly became serious.

"Woman, what on earth do you know?!"

Lyanna stood up and walked slowly towards him in her high heels.

"Recently, there have been quite a few cults coming for the False King's Blood. If you truly wanted to take action against it, why would you show up in the Citadel and draw the attention of the authorities?"

"There are only two possibilities."

"Mr. Kalman's strange beliefs have damaged his brain and made him an idiot. Or perhaps this attack was deliberately intended to divert the attention of the authorities."

Having said that, Lyanna took the holy water from Claire's hand and glanced down at Kalman.

A hint of expectation flickered in those empty dark purple eyes.

"I just asked directly."

"Where is Hydra's poison sac?"

Kalman was stunned.

He never thought that the little girl in front of him actually knew the true purpose of the [School of Undead]!

"You, even if you kill me, you won't know...!"

Before he finished speaking, the high heels wrapped in black silk jade feet suddenly fell towards Kalman's face.

After being trampled several times, Kalman, with blood all over his mouth, lost his arrogance.

Lyanna nonchalantly kicked his foot into his mouth, pried it open with her high heels, and poured holy water onto her legs little by little as Kalman watched in horror.

The holy and crystal liquid slowly flowed down along the graceful black stockings and the exquisite and elegant high heels, and finally fell into Kalman's body.

The necromancer rolled his eyes and trembled violently, but he couldn't even scream, and could only twitch and groan continuously.

The brown-haired girl watching all this bit her fingertips and smiled darkly yet happily.

"Mr. Kalman, don't misunderstand me. Death is a reward. Think about your beliefs and don't give up so quickly. We still have to play for a long, long time before you satisfy me~"

Claire in the corner couldn't help but sigh, covering her face.

Because the president usually looks dignified, she always forgets his true side.

She always forgets that her president is really ill.

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During dinner, Roy told Charlotte and Nia what happened today at the table.

"I went shopping, it was nice."

"Running into a cult? How exciting!"

Charlotte, who was pinching the ends of her hair, and Nia, whose eyes were shining, expressed their feelings in different ways.

But Roy was a little worried about the elf girl's psychological problems.

Since the Blue Trial, Nia is no longer so pessimistic. Instead, she has built up the fighting spirit and confidence to fight against the cult.

The problem is that this guy's fighting spirit is a bit too much. While practicing his special skills, he can't wait to kill a few cultists to practice his skills...

Roy really couldn't say whether this was a good thing or a bad thing.

Nia glanced at Alice and jokingly said, "Although there was a small accident, this date ended successfully, right?"

"Yeah." Alice nodded slightly, then hesitated and said, "But, Alice has another question."

She simply put down her knife and fork, looked at Roy, and asked with concern, "How did 'Gray Maid' end?"

After these words were spoken, there was a brief silence at the table.

Charlotte was the first to frown.

"Don't you know? The ending of 'Gray Maid' isn't...!"

Before she could finish her words, Nia pinched her waist and stopped her from speaking.

The princess was so angry that she almost overturned the table: "What are you doing?"

Nia said in a serious tone, "Are you sure you want to tell her the ending?"

When Charlotte heard this, she caught a glimpse of Alice's clear and flawless eyes, and instantly reacted and shut her mouth obediently.

The first half of "Gray Maid" bears a strong resemblance to Roy's previous life's "Cinderella," but it's actually a true love tragedy, leaving a psychological scar on every young woman in Viszea who encounters it for the first time. The indecisive master, constrained by his fiancée, ultimately chooses not to choose the Gray Maid, who ultimately dies in depression and premature death.

Looking at Alice's expectant eyes, Charlotte and Nia seemed to see their past selves, and fell silent at the same time. No one was too embarrassed to speak up and stab her.

"I don't know, is Gray Maid Gray and her master together?"

The little maid was muttering to herself, and felt ashamed when she heard Charlotte and Nia.

They didn't even die together - how could he possibly say such a thing!

Roy was also a little embarrassed when faced with Alice's questions.

Just like many boys in his previous life had never seen "Dream of the Red Chamber", Roy had never seen "Gray Maid", but with his rich experience in watching movies, he guessed the general ending halfway through.

After all, the flags that the gray maid set have reached double digits, which is a tragedy no matter how you look at it!

But looking at Alice's expectant eyes, Roy finally sighed as if giving up.

He gave the girl a bright smile and gave a positive answer: "Of course we are together."

Alice was startled, her eyes widened in surprise: "Really?"

"Of course it's true. The hero and heroine live happily together, which is the standard of love stories."

"so."

Alice imagined the scene of the gray maid hugging her master, and finally felt relieved and a warm feeling arose in her heart.

I just wonder if my master and I can be like the Gray Maid. She secretly glanced at the boy opposite her and couldn't help but think.

Grey in "Grey Maid" always hides in the corner, spying on her master, longing to be looked at, touched, and longing for her master's lips.

Unconsciously, Alice was also infected by the sweet and sour emotions and awakened the same desire.

The Gray Maid in the play is clearly so eager, but is always reluctant to ask her master for a kiss.

In fact, Alice still didn't quite understand why the gray maid was so conflicted.

As a maid, shouldn't I have those kinds of thoughts about my master?

If you ask for it...

At this moment, Nia suddenly leaned on the table and sighed exaggeratedly.

"What a shame! It's all that old man's fault for ruining Alice's new clothes. I'd love to see Alice in her casual clothes, too!"

Thinking of the tattered clothes, Alice couldn't help but sigh.

But Roy laughed at this moment.

"About this."

"Is there a possibility that I bought more than one piece of clothing?"

Chapter 22 Can I give Alice a kiss?

The elf girl narrowed her eyes and looked at Roy with interest: "More than one? Do you mean more than one dress was ruined, or more than one new dress?"

Facing Nia's curious question, Roy pinched his chin and said proudly, "Both."

In his previous life, Roy's biggest worry was that his favorite clothes no longer fit him as he grew older, and he had to throw them away or give them away.

So this time when I buy clothes for Alice, I will buy an extra one size larger so that she can wear it in the future.

As for the other dress, it was naturally a little surprise prepared for Alice.

After all, money makes you do what you want.

Roy took out the white nightgown that Alice had taken a fancy to from the ring.

The light and flowing skirt caught the eyes of all the girls.

After dinner, Nia took the lead in making a fuss, and she and Charlotte took the little maid upstairs to change clothes.

At this time, Roy, as a man, could only wait obediently in the living room.

In just a few minutes, Roy couldn't hold back as he imagined the girl in her nightgown.

"Alright, alright, come here!"

"Wait, wait a minute..."

"Don't be shy, your master will definitely like it!"

Roy could no longer sit still until he heard Nia's cry from the room.

The boy immediately stood up and walked impatiently to Alice's room and pushed the door open.

The moment he entered the room, Roy was stunned by the golden figure.

Alice sat obediently on the bed, duck-like, like a delicate doll. Her white chiffon nightgown was soft and sheer, as light as mist. Thin ribbons of gauze traced her delicate shoulders, and the waistline cinched slightly, highlighting her budding curves. Lace trimmings at the hem added a touch of playfulness and romance.

However, the most exquisitely crafted doll cannot match Alice's current charm.

Her long, soft golden hair draped over her shoulders like the morning glow, her light blue eyes were filled with luster, like a clear lake, and her snow-white, flawless skin was as transparent as crystal.

The girl, who had been expressionless like a doll, now lowered her eyes and shrank her body, like a shy little animal that couldn't raise its head, which made Roy's heart skip a beat.