The Holy Right of a Comic

But now, in front of Emilia, in front of those pure, kind, beautiful, crystal clear eyes, Roy found himself feeling a little bit of a faster heartbeat.

'I thought that I could be absolutely rational, even if I sacrificed everything without causing any waves, but now it seems that as long as I am still a human being, it is impossible to become such a cold and emotionless machine. '

'After all, I am the same person as my father... Aleister. '

Roy paused for a moment, laughing at himself.

At this moment, the warm and slippery little hand in Roy's hand gripped him even tighter, and the behavior Roy imagined of Emilia's shrinking from disappointment and fear did not appear.

"It's great that Dad didn't lie to me. In fact, from Hughes, from those indifferent and ruthless Witch Cultists, I knew that Witch Cult was not as good as 497 imagined. Even after I left the forest, I knew that Witch Cultists outside Teaching is even synonymous with evil."

"...But everyone in the clan also told me that Dad, you have actually done a lot of kind things and saved many innocent people. Everyone in the clan is the biggest witness. Mother Filutona and they believe in Dad, we Believe in Dad even more!"

Roy suddenly felt a soft body rub into his arms, and Emilia's slender and tender body hugged Roy tightly and leaned into his arms.

There was a faint scent of shampoo that the girl had just finished bathing in the nostrils, and a few mischievous strands of silver hair danced, jumping to Roy's nose, which made him feel a little itchy.

Roy paused for a moment with his open hand, and slowly dropped his arms around Emilia's shoulders.

"I am no longer a child, and I am not as naive as before. I think that as long as I work hard, I will succeed. I think that as long as I persist, everyone can have a bright future. I already know that when I am happy, there must be someone else." Unfortunately, there is only so much happiness, and it cannot be equally distributed to everyone."

"...And Dad is the hero who bears all the pain, but leaves joy and happiness to us. Maybe someone loses everything because of Dad, and suffers from sadness, but all these sins should not be caused by Dad alone. People are burdened, because we who have gained happiness are also the perpetrators."

Roy felt a little coolness on his skirt, which was the teardrops from Emilia.

"If I still complain about the 'hero's father', it seems that I am too naive. Our hero may be an executioner to others, but I don't want my father to bear all the sins alone. I also want to help my father to bear it all."

Emilia pushed lightly, and straightened up from Roy's arms. Two lines of tears fell down her fair and pretty face, and her cyanotic eyes were even more moist, with a few faint strands of light shining in the sparkling light. Red bloodshot.

For a kind girl like Emilia, knowing that her closest person, her father, has committed many crimes, her father sometimes possesses a palpitating sense and is full of terrible desires, Taking everything into account and acting ruthlessly, this will definitely hit the deepest longing in her heart.

However, she really grew up, and she didn't argue about those mistakes and darkness willfully. She clearly knew that the peaceful life of both her and the elves was actually achieved under a pile of invisible blood.

There are always people who walk forward in the dark. In Emilia's heart, Roy may not be a good person in the conventional sense, but she believes that he is a really good father.

"Filutona's mother told me that everything my father did was actually saving the world. If there was no father, more people would die. I will not shamelessly question why my father can't make everyone happy, but I hope my father will not abandon me, no matter what kind of hatred we face, let me and my father bear the guilt together, okay?"

Emilia raised her delicate snow-white hand and stretched out her snow-white little finger. She pursed her lips, shed tears, and said with a smile on her face: "...Mother Filutona said that as long as The agreement must be kept, and Dad must also abide by it. If Dad feels tired, he must think that Emilia is here, and my... daughter's arms will always be left to Dad."

As she said that, Emilia's face turned red first.

Roy looked at her raised finger, and slowly raised his hand, hooking her little finger together.

"Okay, so that's the agreement, Liya, but there is no sin for you to bear, because I have done the same kind of good as sin... My daughter has finally grown up, no matter what it is. "

Roy smiled suddenly, glanced at Emilia's neckline, and said with a pun.

The half-elf girl's face turned red immediately, as if she was drunk, and her jade-white skin immediately changed color.

"There are witches in this world, but there are also angels. Your smile is like an angel. It has the power to heal people's hearts, so stop crying."

Amidst Emilia's shy helplessness, Roy wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with his thumb.

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"Ha, it's really a father-daughter relationship!"

When Roy left Emilia's bedroom and came to the corridor of the mansion, he saw a pretty figure at the door. She was wearing a complicated and magnificent aristocratic long dress, and the red and black skirt seemed to be in full bloom. Rose, with half of her face covered by a folding fan, had a hint of ridicule in her eyes.

"Eavesdropping?"

Roy seemed to ask, but actually said with certainty.

"I'm starting to doubt the relationship between you now. Is that atmosphere really father and daughter?"

Interesting flashes of Priscilla's eyes, but this haughty woman didn't say much, she just said: "...It seems that you are planning to make your daughter the new king, is this considered an imperial appointment? "

"...How about it, do you need the help of my concubine? On Emilia's way to become the king, her concubine is an obstacle that she cannot overcome."

Priscilla raised her head, and said arrogantly.

Without the help of others, Roy also admitted that it was impossible for Emilia to defeat the smart woman in front of him.

"Then what do you want?"

"Let the concubine become her stepmother, so that the concubine's 'daughter' becomes the king, and it doesn't matter if the concubine takes the initiative to admit defeat."

Priscilla is actually not interested in the so-called throne and power at all. This self-aware woman just wants to use this method to prove herself, to prove her excellence and arrogance. She just wants to hold what others have. Some mentality.

After understanding this point, Priscilla is actually a very talkative and coping person.

"Why are you so attached to me?"

Roy asked with some doubts. Although he and Priscilla had known each other for three years, the contact between the two parties was not as much as expected. Could it be that this woman became dazed because she couldn't get it?

"Because you are the only one who can keep the world from revolving around me, so I feel that only you can be barely worthy of me, and I just like you!"

Priscilla boldly said that as long as she was allowed to fall into a state of excess self-awareness, there would be no such thing as shyness at all.

"You don't like me, you are greedy for my body..."

Roy slandered, then suddenly grabbed Priscilla's white wrist, and walked to the bedroom at the other end of the corridor.

"what are you up to?"

Priscilla was staggered by Roy's lead, and asked in puzzlement.

"Don't you want to be Emilia's stepmother? Then I want you to have the fact that you can be a stepmother!"

Roy said without shame.

If you don't go home to stay here at night, of course I won't let it go, and no matter what happens, I won't suffer.

Priscilla didn't expect things to develop like this at all, and she was a little dazed for a moment. You must know that Roy has always given people the impression that he is not a lustful person, but a very majestic and righteous person, so she dared to boldly tease him.

But now Priscilla felt as if she had slipped off. .

Chapter 186: The Real Usage of Death Return

"The seventeenth time..."

In the early morning, Roy lifted the light and soft quilt and stood up. He covered his head and muttered all over, stepped on the thick velvet carpet, put on a coat casually, and sat at the table.

"Hmm... is it already morning?"

A girl's low moan came from the bunk behind her, a figure turned over under the messy quilt, and Priscilla with a head of orange hair opened her bewildered eyes.

She looked at the world outside the window, it was pitch black, the dazzling sun had not yet risen on the eastern horizon, and there was no bird chirping in her ears.

Priscilla's protection told her that it is not daytime yet, she has not received the 'protection of the sun', and has not received corrections in actions. For Priscilla, this kind of time is what she hates the most, because in At night, the world will not - revolve around her.

"So it's not morning yet, what are you doing up so early... Well, why don't you let your maid come over and help my concubine get dressed."

The dazed Priscilla muttered.

"Ram and Rem are my personal maids, they won't wait on you...Go to bed, Priscilla, it's still a while before dawn."

Roy, who was standing by the table, looked back, and said to Priscilla gently.

As if Priscilla was waiting for this sentence, she closed her misty red eyes again, pulled up the quilt, covering her snow-white fragrant shoulders, and her unmodified orange slightly curly hair The strands of hair were scattered on the bunk, and it didn't take long before Priscilla's well-proportioned breathing was heard.

She fell asleep again.

Seeing this, Roy shook his head. He pulled away the chair by the table and sat on it. He picked up a thick book and opened it, writing something on it with a quill.

This is a habit of Roy. He likes to record the time he has experienced and all the interesting things in the book, and the book itself will contain mystery and magic.

"This is already the seventeenth return of death today. Subaru Natsuki has used more return of death than expected, and even used it as a routine ability. Why can he adapt so quickly?"

Roy rested his fingers on his chin and began to think.

Today is seven days after Roy met Subaru Natsuki, and it was also the time when he asked Elsa and Meili to find a way to get in touch with Subaru Natsuki, and on this day, Subaru Natsuki used seventeen consecutive deaths Returning, and Roy, who had been observing Subaru Natsuki, knew that he was not killed, but was actively using this ability.

"The only trouble with being an observer is that when Death Return is used, my time is also reversed."

Roy sighed softly. When other people were affected by the return of death, they did not have the memory of the last return of death. Therefore, for others, even if they encountered the return of death, they did not have redundant memories. Roy was different. When Subaru Natsuki initiates the death return, he also has to re-experience the past day or a few days of life, which can easily lead to a sense of time confusion.

Of course, the reason for this feeling is that the switch of returning from death is in the hands of Natsuki Subaru, not Roy.

"As the price for completing the 'Foundation of Mercury', this is also a matter of course."

In this regard, Roy didn't feel much irritability, especially this time Subaru Natsuki returned with 17 consecutive deaths at a very good time.

Thinking of this, Roy turned his head and glanced at Priscilla lying on the bunk, with a smile on the corner of his mouth. This was the seventeenth day and night he had spent with Priscilla. From unfamiliar to familiar, I'm afraid Pu Licilla herself would not have imagined that Roy's familiarity with her body was far beyond her imagination.

Well, this can also be regarded as a way to use the return of death. If you encounter a good thing and want to repeat it again, you only need to launch the return of death. On the premise of ensuring that the result remains unchanged, you can make some changes in the process, such as these ten During the seven days and nights, Roy used different tricks, even the postures were different, and this level of change would not affect the result, but let Roy enjoy all-round enjoyment.

This is equivalent to seventeen times more time than others.

"The most important thing is why Subaru Natsuki suddenly became so active... Well, it is very likely because of the 'arrogant witch factor'."

After thinking about it for a while, Roy finally came to a conclusion, and the quill began to write vigorously.

Nayuki Subaru, who doesn't have the arrogant witch factor, even if he has the heaven-defying ability of death return, he doesn't think he has 'supernatural power', because Nayuki Subaru himself is just an ordinary person.

But after possessing the power of the 'Arrogant Witch', even though he will not directly become invincible, he has undergone a qualitative change from his ordinary self in the past, which brings Nayue Subaru a change of mentality, making He completely regards the return of death as one of his abilities, so that his behavior is no longer passive but active.

This is the same mentality as a person who suddenly gets rich. He will be cautious at the beginning, and then he will spend money like water.

Compared with the obscure ability of returning after death, the ability that needs to be activated by one's own death, such as sending out a fireball, learning mind reading skills, which is more convenient and will make oneself stronger, can bring people more confidence.

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Human beings are more attracted to visible changes on the outside than on the inside.

"That's it, then, please keep working hard, Natsuki Subaru! Let me see how far you can go."

The double pupils in Roy's eyes shrink and rotate, and there seem to be countless mysteries hidden in them. His eyes are peeping through the changes in the world's long river of time when the return of death is activated, so as to grasp the principles and turn them into his own. 'Surgical formula'!

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Natsuki Subaru's seventeen years of life, seventeen years of living in modern Japanese society, he worked desperately to meet expectations, just in exchange for the approval of others, but when he fundamentally found that others could not recognize his own value, he thus Began to be tired of studying.

While traveling through the different world, Natsuki Subaru's eyes glowed with hope again, thinking that the faith that had become ashes could be revived again. He got the magical ability to return from death, and he got the arrogant ability to judge the power of others.

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When he felt that life was full of hope, the sudden appearance of a person completely crushed his hope.

"Reinhardt..."

Nayue Subaru whispered that name, the name of the man who had the ability to cheat, even if he got the 'Golden Finger', he couldn't see any hope of defeating him at all.

"Is this the obstacle you must face? If so, let me break it!"

Lai Yuesubaru thought of the angel-like kind and beautiful girl she saw in that alley when she just traveled to this world.

He regrets a little now, why he couldn't take the initiative to use the ability of death return, so that he could have more contact with that beautiful girl who made his heart beat, and now his save point has changed, and he has lost opportunity.

"I already know that you came here for the sake of 'Wang Xuan'. In order to repay your kindness, I will use my current ability to help you!"

Natsuki Subaru clenched his fists and made an oath, as if he was working hard for a great goal.

But only Natsuki Subaru knows how terrified he is in his heart, the ability to travel through different worlds, the ability not to die, and the ability to judge others. The collapse of the moral concepts held in the heart.

He knew that he was falling because of these external forces that could not be stopped by others, and he had to find a reasonable enough excuse for himself to feel at peace in his heart.

Helping the girl who doesn't know her name fulfill her wish is the best excuse Lai Yue Subaru gave herself. earth.

Chapter 187: Completion of the ceremony field

Natsuki Subaru has made a decision, whether it is sincerely to help the unknown girl ascend to the throne, or to use this method as a source of self-nature to escape from depravity, Natsuki Subaru has acted.

As a person from a different world, although he has gained the power of death return and arrogance, he is not familiar with the place of life, and he does not know the upper-class figures and some secrets of Lugnica, but this does not stop him from knowing how to use death return Natsuki Subaru with this ability.

"There are four people vying for the throne with her, Priscilla Balier, Crusch Karsten, Anastasia Hexin, and Ferut supported by Reinhardt..."

"That man Reinhardt is too strong to be dealt with, we must keep him at the end, so the other three must be dealt with first!"

Nayue Subaru has never had such agility in thinking, such power of thinking and action, and this may be the change brought to him by the return of death and the power of arrogance in "497".

He has already made a decision to use the ability of death return to obtain as much information as possible. He does not know Crusch, Priscilla, and Anastasia.

But as long as you can make full use of death return, as long as you don't care about your own death, then you can know the personalities, preferences, behaviors, etc. of these three people in countless reincarnations and contacts, and finally reach an agreement with their goals. Integrate into the opponent's interior, thereby destroying their king's election internally!

"Elsa and Mei Li, I may trouble you next!"

Natsuki Subaru looked back, and said excitedly to the two women behind him.

"Of course, in order to repay your life-saving grace, Meili and I will help you."

The half-vampire with a charming appearance and an exaggerated figure smiled coquettishly.

"I've already found out that the owner of that mansion is the place where the chairman of the Lugnica Kingdom's "Wise Men" lives. It is said that the chairman supported... supported her to become the king, but the chairman is too strange Well, for four hundred years, each generation of speaker has been passed down in a single line, and each generation of speaker is almost the same, and even the name has not changed. No matter how you look at it, there is a big problem! Why has no one suspected it? !"