The Dragon Witch burst into loud sobs. Stammering and choking through her tears, she cried, "...Lord, please save me. Lord, please let me hear Your voice again!" Ding.
Chapter 331: The Return of the Creation Mother
"Lord, please have mercy on me!"
The Dragon Witch threw herself into Roy's arms and began to weep bitterly. Her miserable appearance stirred even my pity.
"Cry, cry. Just let out all your grievances."
Roy gently stroked the Witch's smooth back as if soothing a little girl.
Under his gentle words, the Witch's sobs gradually quieted, and she actually fell peacefully asleep in Roy's arms.
"Let her go, Martha. She's only a pitiful child. The hatred and fury in her heart are emotions forcibly imposed on her by others."
"Yes, my Lord!"
Martha released the Dragon Witch from her restraint. Once freed, the Witch instinctively tightened her arms around Roy's waist even while asleep.
She curled her delicate body in Roy's embrace like a squirrel.
"We'll rest here today and head for the Imperial Capital of Rome tomorrow." "960"
Roy sat down on the ground. The dusty earth could not come near him, leaving him still spotless.
He held the girl in his arms, who looked exactly like Joan of Arc but carried a more seductive, wicked air. A faint, enticing fragrance lingered between his nose and mouth.
"My Lord, what shall we eat tonight?"
As the cook, Shiro Amakusa immediately found some firewood and lit a fire nearby before asking Roy.
This was the ruin of a castle, a desolate place.
However, the several saints and saintesses were all close to ascetics. To them, they could adapt to any external environment.
Moreover, they were accompanying the Lord, so they naturally had no complaints.
Roy thought for a moment, then smiled. "...Aren't those wyverns