()Is it difficult to judge a person guilty??

"All this is in compliance with the law, and a witch is a witch. Even if she is young, she will become an evil witch when she grows up. This is the nature of a witch."

"Teacher, you mean that witches are born evil?"

"You have also seen that the child unconsciously absorbs human life force. One day she will understand why, and then more people will be harmed."

Eusbiu explained things about witches clearly. The food that maintains the witch clan is the soul. Any soul can provide the witches with a lot of vitality for them to survive. Just like humans, in addition to eating vegetables and fruits, they also hunt.

Same. Wild animals are prey to humans, and humans are prey to witches.

No matter how hard a human being struggles, he can eat it as long as his head is removed.

It sounded a bit unbelievable at first, so Firion calmed down, thought carefully and left the cathedral. He was thinking that if the witch had been abused like this since she was a child, anyone else would take revenge on the entire society.

Based on the recorded information, Filio found the village where the white-haired girl once lived. When he arrived here in two days, he was unexpectedly attacked by the villagers. The attackers were all children, throwing stones and leftovers.

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"Who are you, and what do you mean by openly attacking the Knights of the Holy Court!?"

As soon as he finished speaking, an egg flew from the front, and Filio hurriedly lowered his head. Those who threw these debris were young children. After Filio yelled at them, their parents quickly ran out from the back of the house and took them away.

Take it back. Filio was too lazy to pursue the matter. He reluctantly took the vegetable leaves from his head and followed the map route to find the middle-aged man who adopted the white-haired girl.

When the road on the map came to an end, Filio looked up and saw a rickety hut in front of him. This was a real hut, probably less than twenty square meters.

The space is not even the size of an ordinary bedroom.

"Is there anyone? Is it the Duck family?"

"who……?"

A feeble man's voice came from the house, and the wooden door, which was the same as the one without, was opened. Even the thieves here would not take a serious look. The person who walked out of the hut wrapped himself in thick sheepskin, then

The piece of sheepskin was so dirty that the white color could hardly be seen.

The man looked at Filio for a moment, his weak face suddenly turned red, and he pointed at him emotionally.

"It's you again! Why don't you even let a child like that go! Ahem!"

"You're okay!"

Just after saying a few words, the man began to cough violently. Even an ordinary person could see that his life force was passing away rapidly. Filio quickly prayed for magic to simply heal his body, and soft light slowly came from behind him.

No, it took a long time for this person to regain his temper.

Filio let go of his hand, and a dark handprint immediately appeared on the originally clean handguard. This made Filio unable to imagine how bad his life was.

"How is Illya doing now?"

"Is that the white-haired girl?"

"Yes...it's her."

"She is judged to be a witch and will be burned to death on the first day after the full moon."

"Why is this happening! Why would you, the Holy Court, take action against such an innocent child!"

When he said this, the man became excited again, and almost jumped up and grabbed Filio's collar. Filio held him firmly in place, and several times his emotions were aroused by this man, and he felt for the child.

Fate is unfair, but Philio knows better than to lose his mind.

"Listen to me first. I came here to investigate the matter of that child. Let me explain in advance that I am a knight who belongs to the Witch Hunting Group, Firion."

"Witch Hunting Group, it's true that you came here to convict that child! If you want to silence..."

"I want to save that child, if she is really innocent. Let me explain in advance that I have indeed sent many witches to the stake with my own hands. At the same time, I cannot tolerate innocent people being executed for the crime of being labeled as witches."

"...Illya can still be saved?"

"I'll find a way."

Desperately pressing the man against the wall to calm him down, Filio spoke sincerely and tried his best. The middle-aged man who had calmed down weakly knocked on the wooden wall, nodded heavily, and separated himself from the white-haired girl.

Things were told.

He was originally a hunter in this village. He found the girl lying on the roadside while hunting in the forest a year ago. When he first found Illya, he was indeed frightened by the white hair, but when he thought about it carefully, it was just white hair.

The snow was white and pretty, so he rescued the girl back to his home out of kindness.

The girl was very afraid of strangers after she woke up, but gradually, the white-haired girl became familiar with the neighbors nearby. Everyone was not afraid because of her long hair. On the contrary, they liked such a cute and well-behaved girl, especially the whole village.

The children, after getting familiar with her, come to play with her almost every day.

The white-haired girl's name is Illya.

This hunter's former family was broken up. Now Illya reminds her of her daughter who died of illness. After more than a year of getting along, the hunter has raised Illya as a real daughter.

At this time, an accident happened. One day, the blacksmith in the village accidentally burned his entire arm when he was drunk. Ilia happened to be present at the time. She slowly walked to the blacksmith, stretched out her hand and gently touched the injured part.

The burned skin healed.

This incident immediately reminded the villagers of the witch, and a sense of fear instantly invaded the village. They did not want to have too much interaction with the witch.

After telling his story, the hunter couldn't help crying.

"They don't understand why Ilia is so cruel to her if she is so kind..."

Life had taken away his ideals, dreams, and fantasies, and now it seemed that even his hope had been taken away. Filio looked at him without saying a word. The man crying in front of him was like an empty frame.

"What's going on with your body?"

"I have leprosy and can't feel pain, so I am braver than ordinary people when hunting, and I get a lot of prey."

"In other words, is your weakness due to illness?"

Filio silently remembered his story and then went straight to the topic.

"Yes."

"I understand. You should have a good rest first. I will bring a priest to treat you in a few days. I need you to come to the Holy Court as a witness."

After that, Philio used magic to check his physical condition and alleviate his condition to a certain extent. Unfortunately, Philio's ability could not cure this disease, and there was no way to send this man to a bumpy road.

Go to the Holy Court for treatment.

After checking some of the items used by Illya, Filion couldn't figure out the reason and had to leave, leaving some belongings before leaving.

At this time, the group of children he had met before stood in front of him, and one of them, who was still sneezing, raised his face and asked.

"Big brother, can you bring sister Illya back? We just misunderstood big brother, I'm sorry, please arrest us!"

Filio laughed three times.

"Be good, don't make trouble."

The adults do have a grudge against Illya, but the children only feel who is good and who is bad through their actions. In their opinion, what Illya did is a good thing.

It took a lot of time to travel between the two places. The day after returning, Philio attended the funerals of two teammates. Time was very tight, and Philio spent a lot of time changing into the knight's uniform.

When the knights died, their bodies were placed in white coffins, with garlands hanging on the square and holy gems inlaid on all sides.

All the knights present bowed their heads at the same time, and the bishop read the eulogy in the center.

You have already run the course you are supposed to run, and you have kept the faith you believe in. You were originally a stranger on this earth, and now you will return to the heavenly home where you belong, and enjoy eternal rest in the embrace of the Lord.

"Your generosity, mercy, and kindness to the weak have never been used on the defenseless people. In order to protect women and children from harm, you fought bravely, and you will do your best to defend those who are in trouble. In the battle, you bravely resisted evil and killed

Eliminate evil and fight against all evil spirits and heretics. You have defended the glory of the Lord, and now you are called by the Lord to return to the Kingdom of Heaven. Your flesh was born of dust and to dust you will return."

The bishop raised his voice again, and the holy light began to dance with the bishop's hands. The clouds above his head rolled fiercely and quickly dissipated. Countless beams of light reached from the sky to the ground. The entire king was shrouded in holiness, and the whole world seemed to be headed by the bishop.

In the center, I remembered the hymn, and an illusory door appeared in the sky.

"Death is not a sad thing. Our body has died, and our souls are reunited with the Lord at the gate of heaven. This is an extremely beautiful thing. We should be happy, joyful, and praise God. So, **die, please

Don't be sad for him, please be happy for him. His soul is only temporarily separated from us. One day, when we reach the gate of heaven, we will still meet him."

The God whom the Holy Court believes in opens the door to heaven and welcomes the souls of believers. The sky becomes white in an instant, and even if the sky is clear, these lights still make everyone's vision extremely clear.

Filio, who was standing in the front row, watched all this quietly. His expression was not as fanatical as those around him, nor was he completely calm. He was lost in thought. The holy light in the sky suddenly spread to all directions, and white light circled towards him.

It continues in the distance, as if the waves are rolling, and finally calms down.

Watching the coffin being buried in the ground, Philio presented flowers to them and left immediately. He didn't want to continue reading or remember the past.

After the funeral, Filio went home, changed his clothes, and rushed to the trial court. He entered the prison and found the imprisoned Illya. The poor white-haired girl was lying pitifully on the thin bed. Although she was determined to be a witch,

The Holy Court did not abuse a child.

"What's wrong with her? Why does she look so sad?"

"I don't know. It's been like this since last night. It probably became like this because it couldn't get soul replenishment. Witches are such evil creatures."

As the guard said, the witch will become extremely weakened if she does not devour the soul for a long time, and will starve to death. Firion came closer to observe, and this scene made him shaken. Through the identification of the shimmer stone, the strange

From the three points of view of the white hair, the healing spell, and the fact that she will become weak if she loses her soul, this child is indeed a witch, a witch who cannot survive without harming others.

Maybe as the teacher said, the child will realize this instinct one day.

"Why is this happening?"

Extremely shaken, Filio walked out of the cathedral and found a quiet forest to meditate. He could defeat any witch, even the most beautiful witch could be sent to the stake without mercy, but Illya... this child...

She is rather special...

While frowning and thinking, someone approached unknowingly. Filio raised his head and saw the bright red witch.
Chapter completed!