Reflected within the witch's eyes, was the definition of abject misery which was his own expression.
Most likely because of that, the witch's gaze showed a glimmer of pity.
Then, as if being pitied by a witch wasn't humiliating enough—
"—Basically, the church is telling you to put a stop to the recent incidents by either winning a duel to death against me, or, in case of losing—to give yourself to me. A suicide mission, I see. No wonder they sent one of their most competent hands."
Either way, both worked in the church's favor. If he were to win, that was one less threat for the church to worry about. If he were to lose, then at the very least, the recent incidents would be put into a halt.
Because it was as the witch had said—
—he was one of the church's most competent hands.
As in, he wouldn't be easily defeated.
Or, wouldn't break easily, for that matter.
Seeing his current state, it was easy to conclude which fate would befall him.
...In the end, it seemed that the outcome would be as the church had preordained, instead of what he had fought for.
The witch continued to rehash the letter as if it was a poem, drilling one undeniable fact after another into his head.
"—Moreover, you also have to relinquish your captaincy. Although here, it was stated that your team's safety will be guaranteed, was it truly worth it? Are you okay with this? Your team, do they know about this—ah, this seal... so, it's a top-secret mission, no wonder you went solo. How about your family? I'm sure they'll realize if one of them were missing—"
—Julius turned a deaf ear at the witch's barrage of questions.
The witch had to be ridiculing him in what must be some manner of mental torture
"—Also, why do you want to keep this letter a secret? Is it because you're confident that you're going to win? Or is it because in your desperation, you were hoping for the content to somehow change?"—
—to which he felt himself wincing.
"...Did I strike a nerve?" The witch tilted her head. Her eyes, round and as bright as the moon, continued to study his expression. Without any hesitation, she reached for his head, and caressed his hair.
The reason for that was probably because after reading the letter, the witch felt a sense of ownership over his person.
A hint of disgust flitted across his gaze. It soon disappeared without a trace as his eyes assumed the calmness of a tranquil lake.
—again, to which the witch was oblivious.
"I'm sure you'll look even more beautiful with your hair loose, Mr. Julius—"
—as she said so, she reached for the red ribbon which tied his waist-length blond hair.
"—Do not touch me." He commanded, his voice frigid as he evaded her touch.
Towards the unexpected resistance, the witch became baffled.
Julius continued without pause.
"—To answer all of your previous questions; yes, my family is well aware of this—supportive, even. My former team is in a faraway place, safe from your evil clutches. Lastly, indeed, as per according to the church's order, I'm to be given to you—"
—He blabbered everything. All of it, the truth.
Soon, none of it would matter.
"—but I refuse."
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Heretical -Rain-
Fanfic[GOD EATER 2 Alternate Universe] Julius Visconti, a knight templar, and also one of the church's best hands, was tasked to put an end to a certain malicious witch, whom had plagued the townspeople of Freyja with her twisted deeds. Upon delving into...
