As a villain, I really can't become stronger anymore

What's my advantage? These words made Lidya frown slightly, always feeling inexplicable and unknown!

The witch is very powerful.

However, it does not mean invincible.

However, Melville's analysis is not unreasonable. Three executioners, thirteen secret guards in golden robes, plus Melville, the best genius in the Copperfield family for a century, and himself, a witch, no matter from which aspect, Look, this is a very powerful force.

It is impossible to lose unless Ron is surrounded by super experts from the royal family or the church headquarters...

However, so far, there are no traces of this. There are indeed a lot of outsiders in Larnaca City, and some of them are quite good, but the targets of these people should be the Thunder Fire Sword that has been strengthened and increased by ten from the Bauhinia Auction.

Dolores concealed her identity and lived in the Sykes Hotel. Otherwise, with the dignity of the princess, she should live in the city lord's palace... And Christian even concealed his whereabouts and showed up at the church branch. There are not many saints here, so it is normal that Melville failed to find out the news.

Gather people, sneak across the border, and sneak into Larnaca... So far, the whole plan is going very smoothly.

There is only one last step left, kill Ron.

Once Ron leaves the church, it will be his death... However, Lydia doesn't know why, but she always feels inexplicably uneasy.

This feeling is very shallow.

But it has been lingering in my mind for a long time.

This strange feeling made Lidya a little more confused and even afraid about the future.

"Melville, I heard that Ron is called a prophet by the Dawn Goddess Church..." Suddenly, Lydia spoke: "If he is really a prophet, will he know our plan in advance?"

"Oh, Your Royal Highness the Third Princess..." Melville said in a long voice: "Believe me, this is definitely a rumor."

"My brother is just a stupid, dull ancient scholar. In his eyes, those rusty iron pieces, dusty slates, and parchment that will break with the slightest touch are better than being stripped naked. Beautiful women in clothes attract his attention more.”

"He put all his energy into those antiques that should have been buried underground. When I was still in the family, I felt that if I have a sister-in-law in the future, it is very likely that she will be someone who has written all over the world. A bronze with ancient writing...or a roll of parchment with mysterious symbols drawn on it."

"He has almost no desire for power. If it weren't for the family's request, he wouldn't even get involved in magic, even though he has no talent in this area."

"As for the prophet, what a mysterious and powerful existence he is? How could he have such power?"

"What's more, what is a prophet? A prophet is one who can see into the future. Even if my brother becomes enlightened one day, I feel that he is more likely to have the ability to interpret the past rather than see into the future."

"Miss Witch, you can think about it again. If he is really a prophet and already knows the future, what will happen? The city guards of Larnaca City and the priests of the Church of the Dawn Goddess should have surrounded this place long ago. , instead of being as... calm as it is now." Melville shrugged and said.

"Rather than him being a prophet, I think it is more likely that he is my brother. During archeology, some special documents were discovered, which recorded some predictions about the future, such as... Archibald's notes …”

"Although I hate that guy, I also admit that he is indeed very capable in the study of ancient characters, and it is not impossible to interpret these ancient books."

"Then, this despicable and shameless guy used these things to deceive a group of clergymen and became the so-called prophet... After all, the people in Granville are almost all idiots, and it is normal for them to be deceived."

Although there was no substantial evidence, Melville's inference seemed reasonable, and the panic in Lydia's heart dissipated a little.

The corners of her mouth turned up in a graceful arc: "Maybe, I really am worrying too much."

However, neither Lydia, who is a witch, nor Melville, who is the legitimate son of the Copperfield family, noticed an invisible trace just one meter away from the window in front of Lydia. Gone in a flash.

That existence has power that even the witch cannot detect.

At this moment, Lidya's body trembled suddenly.

A flush spread across his face.

The familiar burning sensation was spreading from his lower abdomen.

She felt that her legs were being forcefully separated by some brutal force.

A layer of mist quickly filled her eyes. The impact of that moment made Lidya completely unable to suppress it. She almost used up all her willpower to barely maintain her image from collapse: "Melville, I want to take a rest. , you leave first.”

Melville's expression also changed slightly. He could sense that something was wrong with Her Majesty the Witch. Instead of leaving, he even took a step forward: "Your Majesty the Witch, what are you doing..."

Seeing Melville getting closer, Lidya felt intense irritation and shame in her heart: "Get out!"

Melville's body suddenly stayed in place, his head lowered, and his eyes filled with intense anger.

Both of his fists clenched subconsciously. After a few seconds, Melville let out a deep breath: "Then take a good rest."

Without saying a word, Melville turned and left.

After Melville disappeared, Lidya couldn't bear it anymore. Even if she covered her mouth with a small hand, the graceful voice still escaped from her fingers uncontrollably.

This damn bastard, here again?

Doesn't he need a rest?

If this continues, she will break!

……

The Sykes Hotel.

Dolores' room.

A woman wearing armor appears out of thin air.

Dolores had long been accustomed to this situation and did not show any surprise. Her eyes fell on the woman, with an innocent smile on her face.

Only in front of this woman will she show her side as a girl.

The mysterious woman wore a silver mask on her face, and the mask was engraved with a sky full of stars, so that no one could see her appearance. She did not whet her appetite, and quickly told Dolores the information she heard.

The smile on the face of the eldest princess remained unchanged: "Sure enough, the first ones who couldn't bear it were the group of barbarians from the Spang Theocracy. Their movements were a little faster than I thought."

The dragon clan perished.

At dusk, strife in the continent is coming.

This is something that she, a woman, can see, but almost all the nobles in the Qiansheng Kingdom are unaware of this.

"In order to have an excuse to stir up trouble, sacrificing the eldest son of a grand duke is really something that the Spang Theocracy can do. A witch, a heroic knight, three executioners, and thirteen gilded guards. It’s really expensive.” Dolores complained in a low voice.

"Do you want me to kill them all?" The female warrior in armor spoke again, her voice cold and slightly hoarse.