MPBAGS Chapter 40

Had Evangeline Rohanson come? Just as he thought that, Raphaela's vision was filled with long blonde hair.

"Michel?"

"Damn, why is he here? I locked him in his room!"

He tried to grab Michel in panic, but the people clinging to his feet and hanging on him, begging him to put out the fire, hindered Raphaela.

They made the same request to Michel when they saw the knight order's uniform he was wearing.

"Sir Knight, please save the painting!"

Raphaela instinctively knew that Michel would grant that request. Michel tore off the burning painting with his bare hands. He tried to extinguish the blazing flames with his hands, but far from being extinguished, the fire was burning his hands. Crazy bastard, doesn't it feel hot?

Raphaela shook off the people clinging to him. He brushed off arms and kicked with his feet. He didn't want to hit people, but he couldn't watch Michel's insane behavior any longer.

"Michel! Get a grip! Let go of that!"

The painting continued burning without stopping. Less than half remained now. Michel's skin was turning red from burns, and sparks were catching on his clothes. At this rate, Michel would burn to death with it. Raphaela dragged his feet while still accompanied by the people clinging to him.

"What kind of situation is this?"

Then an unusually clear voice was heard from behind. A corpse whispered in his ear. The heat subsided and chills ran through him. It felt like something very large was steadily watching Raphaela from behind.

Evangeline Rohanson leisurely crossed the hellish scene. The people who had been clinging to Raphaela stared at Evangeline Rohanson in a daze. All their moaning sounds and screams of pain stopped as if by magic.

Since they all stopped moving and looked only at Evangeline as if their entire souls were captivated, Evangeline Rohanson could reach right in front of Michel without any hindrance.

Michel looked up at Evangeline while holding the painting in his arms. And at that moment, Raphaela witnessed the birth of another fanatic.

A snow-white person, the only existing color being the red eyes burning like the fire attached to the painting. When their eyes met, what was Michel seeing in those eyes? Yearning, shock, awe, emotion — even using all kinds of adjectives wouldn't capture Michel's feelings.

Evangeline flicked her finger, and Jelly, who accurately read her intention, prepared holy water. Evangeline Rohanson opened the holy water bottle and poured water on Michel.

One bottle, two bottles, continuing until the flames subsided.

The flames that seemed ready to consume Michel were extinguished so easily. In the silence, only the sound of dripping water existed purely. Michel looked like a drenched rat. Water droplets formed at the tips of his drooping hair and fell to the ground.

Michel, who had been soaked in holy water and only blinking his eyes, soon exhausted his strength and collapsed.

"Sir Michel!"

Uriel hurriedly ran over and caught the falling Michel. Despite being unconscious, his appearance with closed eyes looked unusually peaceful.

Evangeline took the piece of painting that Michel had been clutching until then. Almost all of it had burned away, leaving only that sorcery circle.

Evangeline Rohanson threw the dampened piece of paper to Jelly.

"Catch."

Seeing him skillfully catch it from the side made this situation feel surreal.

The other people were still in a daze. If they had cried or gotten angry like before - if they had shown any reaction at all - it wouldn't have felt so surreal.

"Since I poured holy water on him, there's no need for separate treatment."

Standing alone with dignity, Evangeline spoke gracefully.