Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End

Sure enough?

Hearing Miss Witch's warning, Roja was not surprised. Considering the timing of being called, the only reason for Altasia to use this reverse summoning could only be what Roja wanted to say at the time However, the young man has many doubts about this.

"I understand, but...what is the reason why I can't mention it?"

"If you have to say it, it should be disturbing fate."

"destiny?"

"That's right, the time spell has a wide range of influence, so it's better not to mention it to the outside world as much as possible, otherwise it may have a series of effects."

"..."

Facing Altasia's warning, the black-haired boy nodded slightly after thinking for a moment, but some doubts involuntarily arose in his heart.

Roja's worry about the witch is actually understandable. It should be something like the butterfly effect. However, it has to be said that these are just guesses, and they don't necessarily have a real impact. After all, it is just like what Roja thought before , Noelle should be the one who can keep it secret.

Of course, these are not the point, the point is that the witch seems to be a little too concerned about the children of Roja and Lilian.

Although the relationship between the young man and the several ancient gods who signed the contract is very good, but for a child who has never seen it, even Glandar didn't say anything, but Petra gave Lilian relevant blessings, But that's all.

In contrast, Altasia, who forcibly called Roja just because she told others about it, was really suspicious. This level of concern was completely beyond what an outsider should have.

Roja, who was suspicious and questioning, looked at the witch and hesitated to speak, but seemed to understand Roja's thoughts, and the white-haired witch showed a slightly mocking smile on her face.

"What? Do you think I care too much about that child?"

"Well, a little bit."

"Hehe, indeed, when I first met Mr. Hero, I made some requests."

The witch who said so turned around, and at the same time, the light flickered between the thrones, and black flowers appeared on the ground. The white-haired witch walked into the sea of ​​flowers, reached out and picked one of them, held it in her hand and watched it , a moment later softly said:

"Are you afraid that my consciousness will transfer to that child? My lord."

"..."

Hearing the witch's question, Roja's golden pupils shrank slightly, and fell silent for a while.

Chapter 610 The Third Witch's Guarantee

Between the flower-blossoming thrones, the white-haired witch held the flowers in her hands and asked softly. The words echoed endlessly in the empty hall, but not far away, Roja fell into silence for a while.

The encounter between Roja and Altasia was within the historical fragment shared with Lilian. At that time, facing an invincible enemy, Roja had to ask the Witch King for help, but at that time, Altasia Some conditions were put forward, one of which was to reside in Lilian's body.

Although Roja later managed to endow Lilian with the characteristics of the Dream Demon through the blood of his ancestor Estrid, thereby avoiding the witch's encroachment, but this incident impressed Roja deeply, and most importantly, the witch once offered to He stated his wishes.

Not the recovery like Glandar and Petra, what Altasia wants is the real resurrection, and if this is the goal, taking other people's bodies is the fastest way.

Of course, not all kinds of bodies are suitable. According to the standard of the Witch Queen, most of the geniuses in the world are probably in vain in her eyes, so there are not many people who are really worthy of her hands, but Roja and Lilian's children , but it definitely satisfies this requirement.

To be able to use time-based spells at such a young age, honestly, even Roja finds such a talent unbelievable, and it is impossible for Altasia not to notice it. In terms of motivation, this alone is enough.

Looking at the white-haired witch among the flowers, Roja's golden pupils slowly shrank, while Altasia remained expressionless, but after a long silence, Roja shook his head slowly.

"No, I don't think so."

"...It's not good to lie, Mr. Hero."

"No, not a lie."

Looking at Altasia who turned her head and looked at him slightly dissatisfied, Roja walked towards the sea of ​​flowers and came to her. After the two looked at each other for a while, the black-haired boy suddenly raised his hand and touched the witch's head.

"Ok?"

The sudden movement made the white-haired witch's eyes widen suddenly, and seeing such a reaction, Roja quickly stopped as if recovering, but was caught by Altasia halfway.

"Master Hero, could you please explain a little bit what you were doing just now?"

"this......"

Looking at the witch who squinted her eyes, the black-haired boy didn't know what to say for a moment, rather than saying that he didn't even know why he did what he did.

Looking at the witch who was holding flowers in her hands and waiting for his answer just now, leaving him only a back view, Roja always felt blocked for some reason, especially the kind of self-abuse questioning method, which made the black-haired boy very angry. Not comfortable outside.

And if you think about it carefully, the doubts in Roja's heart are indeed a bit hurtful. In any case, Altasia has accompanied Roja through several difficulties since they met, and the relationship between the two should not be such a relationship of mutual suspicion. That's right.

"I don't know why, but I suddenly felt like you were going to cry, so I just..."

"...What's the reason? Hero, can you stop making such a joke?"

"No, I really think so."

Hearing Roja's words, Altasia was taken aback for a moment, and after thinking for a moment, she shook off Roja's hand, then turned around as if she was angry and trying to cover up something.

"It's unbelievable, do you think I'm crying? Heh... the witch's tears, I'm afraid it could be used as a joke in ancient times."

"Is it a joke? I don't want this kind of joke to really appear. After all, people can't laugh."

The black-haired boy who said so showed helplessness, leaned over and picked the black flowers from the sea of ​​flowers, held them in his hands and observed them, while the white-haired witch asked again after a moment of silence:

"...Why don't you doubt me? I remember when we met, I said my purpose."

"Yes, but that's in the past, isn't it?"

Gently removing the spikes on the flower stem with mantra, the black-haired teenager said softly:

"Although I don't know why you pay attention to her, I don't think you will hurt her."