The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing-Chapter 570 - 315: The Love Alliance between the Saint Heir and the Witch

No matter how tumultuous it was outside the guild, inside it remained tranquil.

"Mr. An Su, you're up to mischief again."

As the Judges were repeatedly stopped by An Su, Luojia Fast whispered in An Su's ear.

"Miss Luojia, this isn't mischief, but love," An Su stated firmly, his deep blue eyes serious. "The uncle told me they love meeting with me."

"And why have you put on a veil again?"

Miss Luojia had donned a snow-white veil again; she didn't want others to see her cheeks.

But An Su could still sense Miss Luojia's presence; she was neither too far nor too close, lightly tiptoeing, her cheeks resting on the young man's shoulder, her lips thin as cherry blossoms slightly parted, speaking softly into An Su's ear.

Through Magic Guidance transmission, no one else could hear their heart-to-heart conversation.

"Mr. An Su, nobody likes to see you every day, unless they are out of their mind."

"What about you?" An Su cocked his head.

"I'm out of my mind," the Little Witch retorted, tilting her head as if it were the most natural thing, "Aren't you the one who calls me the 'foolish Saintess' every day?"

An Su sighed deeply; the Witch form of Luojia completely outmatched the Saintess form, far bolder, naturally overpowering the current An Su, even more terrifying than Enya.

Maid Miss was just pure; An Su had already developed Magic Resistance, but Luojia presented a contrasted submissiveness which could be called dominance. Without the pure contrast from White Luojia, the Black Luojia wouldn't seem so dominant; such contrast was indeed terrifying.

An Su hadn't yet developed magic resistance in this aspect.

He genuinely regretted using the Reversed Pope on Luojia; this reversed state would now last for an entire day, which was truly unfortunate.

She flashed a triumphant smile, lightly lifting the hem of her snow-white silk dress, gently curtsying—a gesture that An Su could now confirm was silk, as the snow-white fabric softly touched her delicate white skin, making a pleasant rustling noise in the autumn sunlight, while the Little Witch cheerfully said,

"So it's okay for you to treat me this way all day."

"I've said that's not mischief, it's love," An Su shook his head.

"Oh right, you call it love, " Luojia nodded, "so it's okay for all day."

What the hell are you talking about!

"…I've recorded it, Miss Luojia."

An Su was silent for a long time, pulling out a small recording Magic Wand that had been on the entire time from his pocket—he had already prepared a countermeasure—"When the effects of your Crown Title are over, after today, I'll play it for you."

Just wait to be socially dead...

An Su flashed a kind and gentle smile; he could already imagine the exquisite scene of the pure Little Saintess blushing and rolling in her bed like an ostrich even decades later, enough to wake him up suddenly in the middle of the night to slap himself.

"Oh, a recording," the Witch didn't seem scared and gazed at An Su, half-smiling, "I have one too."

'You are enough just as you are'

'I look at the sunset of Heaven as if I'm seeing your face. But you're even more beautiful than the evenings of Heaven.'

An Su's expression froze, damn it.

"Mr. An Su, you wouldn't want to hear it again tomorrow, would you? I'm planning to play it over and over near your house."

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Luojia tilted her head, gently biting An Su's ear. "You also wouldn't want your father and friends to find out, right?"

Such an insult.

Despicable woman, using the same tactics against me.

An Su's lips twitched; as the Blessed Son, An Su was honest, especially in front of Luojia Fast, his only weakness.

"You've won, Miss Luojia," An Su sighed deeply, raising his hand in surrender, "Erase it, I don't mind, but I'm worried about my brothers Lister and Arthur getting upset. Don't cause trouble."

"Mr. An Su, I'm not causing trouble," the Little Witch shook her head, deliberately mimicking An Su's tone, her snow-white eyes filled with sincerity, "This is called love."

"Smart alec, and only half-learning," An Su grimaced. "That uncle said they liked seeing me, have I ever said those things to Miss Luojia?"

"Mr. An Su, although you've never said—"

"I also know, you've said it in your heart."

The Witch didn't get upset, she let go of An Su's collar and took a small step back, gently clasping her slender, pale hands behind her, her snow-white long hair slightly lifting in the air,

She extended her fair index finger to slightly lift the corner of the veil, gently tapping her thin lips—only An Su could glimpse the fleeting smile of the Witch in this semi-shielded moment, a smile somewhat cunning, slightly malicious, slightly joyful, mixed with a spoonful of warm, ambiguous autumn light, like a candied fruit melting in the afternoon, her pure white eyes gleaming brightly, reflecting the young man's face.

"You like seeing me too, don't you?"

Time seemed to stand still at that moment, everything quieted down, even the autumn light ceased to flow, only hearing the Witch softly say,

"Please tell me truthfully, Mr. An Su."

The drizzling rain outside seemed to stop, but An Su was starting to sweat, unable to lie now.

He could see, the recording Magic Wand of Luojia Fast was still on.