If this loyalty can be maintained for 50 years, the witch will be able to obtain magic power comparable to the 'King of the Forest'. Love is great, isn’t it? " Diaz agreed with Melusina's point of view, but felt that what the teacher said and what he actually did were two different things. Why does Melusina sing about love but not find a partner? Dias suppressed his curiosity because his kindness in nature made him realize earlier than Corneille that Melusina's mystery and restraint were merely the stress caused by the unfamiliar environment. After getting to know each other better, although Melusina did not take off her extra clothes, Dias felt that he had recognized the teacher's character: Under the black clothes, black robe and veil, there is a kind, innocent and lonely witch... Although she has been single for a long time, her personality is a little strange. Dias did not share his discovery with Corneille because the heavy responsibility had made Corneille suspicious, and Corneille would certainly not believe what he said. Studying made Dias crave for sugar, and just in time, Corneille came with some cut fruit. She stretched out her ink-stained hand to pinch the fruit, but Corneille slapped it away and brought it to her mouth with a toothpick.

Dias opened his mouth to catch it, his expression natural. In the past, when he was bedridden, Corneille often "fed" him. After he became "her", although he never stayed in bed again, the habit of "feeding" remained. This ordinary scene made Melusina jealous. Just when she was sad and trying to escape reality through delusion, Corneille walked towards her. "I have something to tell you, something very important," he said. Feeling guilty, Melusina almost slipped off the chair. In her damp fantasies, there were many unspeakable plots with this exhibitionist in front of her who had no male ethics and was full of lust. Corneille stretched out his hand to straighten her up. He was hot and smelled of vanilla. Melusina felt dizzy, her heartbeat accelerated, and her hands and feet became weak after smelling Corneille's scent. Corneille misunderstands Melusina's reaction: "Oh, well-informed." "you misunderstood." "Well, your family is taking action against you. This is the information I heard from the charity gala. Her Highness Isabella guarantees that it is 'absolutely true'." "..." "Do you have any idea?" "I don't want to go back." Melusina whispered. "No problem, you can stay here. I signed a contract with you, and I will abide by the agreement and provide you with shelter before the deadline." Dias went to the toilet, and Corneille also wanted to go back to his room, but his sleeve was pulled. He turned around, looked at Melusina who was holding him back, and asked: "Is there anything else?" "…Thank you for telling me the information, and I'm sorry. I was a little prejudiced against you before, but now I think you are all good people." Corneille joked: "I thought you would praise me for being a virtuous man." "…That's two different things. I think you should dress more modestly in front of ladies, but I'm also grateful that you told me the information with good intentions." "How do you know that I didn't make any trade-offs?" Gao Naiyi asked. “Because I have a keen sixth sense, people’s different emotions give me different feelings. Now, I only feel a slight warmth from Mr. Corneille—a sign of goodwill.”

Melusina clasped her hands over her chest, and the wide clothes shrank, highlighting the magnificent plateau. In terms of size, she was equal to Anne, but because she was a few centimeters shorter than Anne, the visual impact was stronger. Corneille looked away. Melusina was very sensitive to other people's gazes, so it would be better not to irritate her. Melusina suddenly said in alarm: "Mr. Corneille, you are getting cold." What Corneille had just been thinking about was his conversation with Isabella about another matter: the killer of imperial power. He asked Isabella about this question, and Isabella replied that the "Royal Killer" was a plan of the Triple Alliance to murder her. As long as she died, the royalists would lose a banner and the situation would become more passive. According to Sabina, the "Royal Killer" is already in Waite. What is it? A powerful supernatural being? A tool? An armed group? A curse? Even Isabella did not have a clear grasp of the situation. She was only sure that it was the witch from the "justice" realm who brought the "royal killer" into Waite. Isabella believed that Sabina hinted to Corneille through Anne, either to ask Corneille to do her a favor, or because she believed that the "imperial killer" was in Corneille's life but had not attracted his attention. "So, Mr. Corneille, check your life carefully. The next time you come to see me, if you attract the 'King's assassin', I don't know whether to say 'save the emperor' or arrest you as an assassin." Isabella was joking, but Corneille had to take it seriously. Melusina's sixth sense aroused some doubt in him, but soon his utilitarian thinking turned to other directions: Melusina was telling the truth. If her sixth sense was really that sharp, it would definitely come in handy in the matter of the Discipline Tower. Should he take advantage of her personality, gain her trust, and draw her into his plan? Looking at Melusina who was on guard again, Corneille asked: "Do you still think I'm a good person now?" Melusina hesitated for a moment and replied: "Yes, you could have used the information to exchange benefits with me, or even blackmailed me, but you chose to tell me directly, which means you are a good person." "Perhaps I think you already know this and judge that this is outdated and worthless information?" asked Corneille. "You promised to protect me without adding any additional conditions." “I’m just following the contract.” "I believe in my sixth sense." Corneille shook his head. "That's a bit childish." "I am twenty years old, not a child!" said Melusina. "I don't understand, Monsieur Corneille, why does 'belief' make you so resistant?" "Because your friendship and your hope are destined to never be rewarded equally from me. Moreover, we don't know each other very well, so your judgment is really hasty." With Cecil, Anne, Isabella and other such "beauties" as examples, Corneille found it hard to believe that Waite had pure and kind witches. He would rather deal with the witches in the way of "exchange of interests", which was the easiest way. Melusina nodded: "Yes, if you hide your identity, you can't be friends. Mr. Corneille, I am..." "Sorry, stop." Corneille looked strange: "Are you going to tell me the information about you and your family?" Melusina tilted her head: "What's the problem? I want Mr. Corneille to see my sincerity. With the information, Mr. Corneille can protect me better." "I am a foreigner, a man, still an outsider to your family. From a magical perspective, I am a person with three negative titles.

As far as I know, according to Waite's moral values, it is normal for a witch to fight with her own family, but if a witch sells family secrets to someone like me who has a triple negative title, she will be regarded as a "traitor." Even if you get the single life you've always dreamed of, you'll have trouble moving forward in Weite because of your ruined reputation. At that time, will you follow me and Diaz back to the Federation?" Melusina made a scissors gesture, indicating that she really wanted to run away. Chapter 22 Love in the Waite Period Corneille was somewhat helpless: "So this is why the doctor sent you to Toledo Mansion. Let me ask you, why do you want to go to the Federation when you are a good person?" "I don't want to be pressured into getting married. I just don't want to date or get married, but many people think I've done something unforgivable." Melusina whispered. "Personally, I feel sympathy for your situation, but objectively speaking, it is somewhat disrespectful for a witch in the 'lover' realm to not fall in love." Corneille gave advice: "Don't consider leaving your hometown as your first choice. The difference between the Federation and Waite is too big. Besides, do you think the old girls in the Federation have a good reputation? There is data that the average age of first marriage for women in urban areas of the Federation is 19 years old, and the average age of first childbirth is 22 years old. At your age, you are also being urged to do so in the Federation. " Melusina childishly covered her ears and said, "No, no, Mr. Corneille, how old are you?" "25 is old." "You are 5 years older than me and you are not married yet." "If Diaz's career doesn't go well, I would consider marrying a witch to get extra help," said Corneille. Melusina was stunned for a moment: "Isn't it to marry the person you love?" Corneille was silent and put a cup of cold tea into his mouth. Inevitably, the bitter taste reminded him of those loves that were destined to be unrequited. Melusina laughed, and her breath caused ripples in the veil. "What did the sixth sense say? But I don't think it's funny," said Corneille. "I'm sorry, but it turns out that Mr. Corneille is just like me, a person who is afraid of love. I finally found a companion, someone who can understand my pain, so I can't help but talk more... I'm sorry!" After arbitrarily identifying Corneille as a similar person, Melusina spoke rapidly and excitedly. She took off the headscarf wrapped behind her head, and her long pink hair spread out like peach blossoms in full bloom. The beauty of the scene brought Corneille joy, diluting the bitterness of the memories. He first focused on the energy fluctuations of the long hair and said: "Your hair stores more magic power than other witches." "This is the characteristic of the 'Lovers' domain magic. By storing magic power in a certain part, that part will gain permanent magical effects. My hair can make others feel that I am more attractive, ah, it doesn’t matter if they only see my hair.” Melusina used her fingers to play with her hair: "The magic power stored in my hair is limited. The effect is just enough to make strangers try to talk to me, or for me to talk to strangers without being overly alert. Unfortunately, this is where my charm is weakest." "I think it's a remarkable talent. During a battle, a second of distraction could change the outcome," said Corneille. "Ahahaha, I don't like fighting and killing."

Melusina sighed: "Alas," So I am afraid of so-called love: I can't tell whether those who say they love me are really in love with me or are enslaved by charm? When I thought about this, I felt extremely upset and put aside all thoughts of love and marriage. " Corneille's eyes fell on Melusina's face: "I guess the veil you wear has the function of reducing your presence." Melusina's voice turned serious. "Well, I am generally harmless - except for the veil. This is something that must not be removed. Even if I try to do so, please stop me or run as far away as possible." "…It's not a joke. I'll take note of it." Melusina tied her headscarf back on. As a hair lover, Corneille felt it was a pity, but for the sake of other people in the mansion, he decided to let Melusina keep her mysterious look. At this moment, Corneille felt the prying eyes around the mansion. It was not concealed, it was almost like a provocation. "They are coming," Melusina whispered. "Who?" "My sisters are probably not as strong as me, but they are full of mysterious confidence. I hope Mr. Corneille will show mercy." "I will." Dias happened to come back, and Corneille told her to stay in the study and not to move, and asked someone to protect her before he went out. The person who was secretly monitoring the mansion did have provocative intentions. In her opinion, it was Corneille who was at fault for hiding the fugitive without permission. However, she did not expect Corneille's reaction to be so violent: She saw Corneille open the window and jump to the roof. At this moment, the clouds covered the moon and his body fell into darkness. Soon, new colors illuminated Corneille's outline, his sword was brighter than the moonlight, and a strong wind was released from the hilt, pushing him into the sky, drawing a dark blue parabola in the night, and smashing into the ground in front of the observer. What the hell is this?! Looking at the big holes and broken marks in front of her, the observer was shocked, but she was not too panicked. She reached out to remove her blindfold, and a gray light poured in. Magic was brewing in it, and her left and right hands also wove different magics. According to her tactical plan, the moment Corneille stood up from the pit, she first suppressed him briefly with petrification magic; The second step is to release the disarming magic of the left hand to imprison the extraordinary power in Corneille's sword, making it unable to be used; The third step was to use poison magic to poison and weaken Corneille, taking the opportunity to distance himself and buy time for others to invade Toledo Mansion. If Corneille stood up with the shield, she would change the order of magic release and have a strategy to deal with the throwing of shield or sword... Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the whistle. "A whistle... a whistle for summoning patrolling witches." The watcher stammered, "Hey, aren't you going to get up from the pit? You're Corneille, aren't you going to fight? Why are you calling the police?" Corneille's voice came from the pit: "Sorry, my leg is stuck in the pit, and I can only end the battle in an dishonorable way." Of course, this was a joke. The observer knew that Corneille was leisurely staying in the pit, waiting for her action. Seeing the patrolling witch approaching in the sky, the observer cursed "despicable" inwardly and turned to flee, but heard a whistling sound behind him.

She turned around and the disarming magic was activated. The sword that was stabbing at her body became harmless and fell from Corneille's hand.