Calamity Crown

From a girl to a girl.

Stunningly beautiful!

When Goethe saw the other person's appearance clearly, he made the most authentic evaluation from the bottom of his heart - the other person's appearance at the moment was almost indistinguishable from the indifferent Sila and the normally smart Margarita.

However, this did not prevent Goethe from raising his hand and shooting again.

boom!

But this time, the shot missed.

The girl-like 'Heisa' dodged the bullet.

It's not skill, it's simply fast.

The girlish 'Heisa' stared at Goethe angrily.

"Is this how 'folklore scholars' treat their guests?"

The other party snorted coldly.

The imposing manner is not good, but it has the unique cuteness of a girl.

Before Goethe's eyes [heart] began to judge again.

Glancing at the words that passed the judgment, Goethe lowered the muzzle of the gun calmly, sat there and just straightened his waist. He looked at the girl-like 'Heisa' in front of him and showed a smile.

"Then what kind of etiquette is it to break into someone's home without reason?"

"I'm knocking!"

'Hessa' emphasized.

"I answered!"

Goethe also reiterated.

"Just use it?"

'Hessa' pointed to the shotgun in Goethe's hand.

Goethe frowned again.

"Yes!"

"Just use it!"

"It's not too powerful, it's just good for a greeting - I call it a 'sweetheart greeting'."

Goethe said so.

The girl-like 'Heisa' was very angry when she heard such words. She looked left and right, as if she was looking for some handy tool, and was about to hit Goethe on the head.

Unfortunately, she glanced around, but there was nothing suitable in the room.

Although the whiteboard can be moved, it is full of various materials. If she touches it, her hands will definitely be dirty.

The table was all right, but she couldn't move it, let alone lift it.

A chair is a good choice, but when Goethe was taking a nap, he put two chairs together, even if he sat up at this time, he was still in front of Goethe.

She can't get close just yet.

She can guarantee that Goethe will shoot her with a shotgun as soon as she gets close.

"Hoo, hoo hoo!"

The angry 'Heisa' puffed up his cheeks and looked at Goethe angrily.

Naturally, the judgment of [Heart] appeared again.

"Why are you here?"

"Shouldn't you be in 'Far City'?"

Goethe asked.

"How did you know I was in 'Far City' before?"

The girlish 'Heisa' was taken aback for a moment.

Goethe, who got the answer he wanted, smiled.

"Obviously, because the 'Far City' is too strange - when all the surrounding cities affected by that guy still maintain a 'stable', it is too special, so special that I can't help but think of another special existence."

"for example……"

"you."

As Goethe said, he looked at the girl-like 'Heisa'.

At this time, the other party's cheeks were slightly flushed.

That is anger and embarrassment.

"You bluffed me!"

The other party roared.

Then, the opponent, who was in a hurry, wanted to rush over, but immediately dodged again.

Because Goethe pulled the trigger again.

boom!

Dense shells are inlaid on the wall.

The girl-like 'Heisa' crawled behind the table.

The wide table completely covered the figure of the girl 'Heisa', and after about two or three seconds, the other party stood up again.

This time, the other party became mature.

From teens to 20s.

Goethe couldn't help whistling.

The more mature the other party's appearance, the more inconceivable the atmosphere in the already tattered dress.

[Heart]'s judgment is getting faster and faster.

"Bullying a girl is not something a gentleman would do."

The lady-like 'Heisa' smiled at Goethe, showing a unique feminine style. Goethe looked up and down several times before sighing.

"Ugh."

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Doubt appeared on the face of the lady-like 'Heisa'.

The girlishness has not completely faded away, but it has already acquired a mature charm. Immediately, this appearance is even more attractive.

"My adoptive father should be the sealed you, right?"

"Oh?"

"Why am I like this?"

The lady-like 'Heisa' was very curious.

"Because, with this appearance, you are five points similar to my adoptive father's first love, and the remaining three points also bear the appearance of his second girlfriend, and the last two points are reminiscent of his third wife. "

"Facing you like this, I don't think my adoptive father can do anything. Even if he could kill you, he would only choose to seal it."

"And this gives you more room for manipulation."

"E.g……"

"Let the seeds buried in advance germinate, 'rescue' or 'replace' the sealed self."

Goethe sighed.

After knowing the life of his adoptive father, Goethe, as the adopted son, naturally wanted to know more about it.

Therefore, he has seen pictures of all three of Winchester's wives.

It is precisely because of this that he is so sure of the 'Heisa' approach.

From the beginning of the appearance of a girl, I have been looking for weaknesses.

Until the maturity of the lady's appearance, control that weakness.

The purpose is not only to defeat one's own enemies, but also to make oneself invincible.

Just like his adoptive father couldn't kill the woman he loved.

The same goes for other people.

including him.

Unfortunately……

'Heisa' can't change into the appearance he cares about the most, he can only take the second best, or maintain the appearance after the last growth.

"Oh?"

"Then why can't I be reborn with the name 'Lisa'?"

The lady-like 'Heisa' once again looked at Goethe with a charming expression.

"Of course it's because you don't deserve it."

"Before, I also had such a guess."

"But recently 'reading' more mysterious knowledge, I'm sure you are not worthy—if you really have such abilities, you won't be beaten by a shotgun and run away."

Goethe raised his gun calmly and fired again.

boom!

This time, the lady-like 'Heisa' escaped perfectly again.

Moreover, began to fight back.

The solid wood desk, which weighed a hundred catties, was thrown into the air by the opponent's palm, and fell towards Goethe.

Woo!

The desk made a scalp-numbing sound in mid-air.

Goethe raised his leg and kicked the flying desk away, then bent down and returned two shots.

boom!boom!

The shotgun shot diagonally upwards, but missed again.

At the same time, a gust of wind hit Goethe's ankles.

'Heisa', who was standing up straight just now, was completely lying down and kicked Goethe's ankle.

Goethe didn't dodge.

Let this kick hit his ankle.

Ms. 'Heisa' looked happy.

But in the next moment, such joy was dull.

"what!"

Lady 'Heisa' cried out in pain as she hugged her feet.

What did she kick on?

rock?

Do not!

Even if it was a rock, it should have been crushed by her kick.

steel plate!

It is a steel plate several tens of centimeters thick.

But before the lady 'Heisa' could really figure it out, she let out another cry of pain.

Goethe held the shotgun upside down in his hand after the bullets had been fired, and smashed it on the face of 'Heisa' as if swinging a baseball bat. Immediately, the bridge of the nose shattered, the eyeballs popped out, and his face was full of peach blossoms.