Chapter 544

With the "enthusiastic help" of her twin brother, Melanie ultimately couldn't escape this beating, and it even came with a super multiplier.

"Smack!"

"Ouch!"

"Don't you dare yell!"

After clenching her slender fingers tightly and giving Melanie's butt a fierce smack, Anna's two delicate eyebrows twisted together, and she said through gritted teeth:

"How old are you? You've actually learned how to frame people!"

"I... I... I really didn't frame her!"

After squirming forward like a maggot baby but being dragged back, Melanie looked at her sister's face, which was redder than an apple, and sensing that Anna's next attack would likely be a critical hit, she hurriedly defended herself:

"That religious studies teacher always says he's pious, but he couldn't even get the color of the underwear worn by the Twelve Knights when they sacrificed themselves for the gods right. He must be faking his piety! My letter to the church was a reasonable question!"

"You're still talking!"

After three consecutive critical hits to stack up the attack speed, Anna panted and said angrily:

"How could the scriptures write such boring things! You're just spouting nonsense!"

"Sister, Melanie isn't lying this time, the scriptures really did write it."

Hearing this, William, who was on the side, took the scriptures out of his schoolbag, flipped through them, and handed them over, explaining with a serious little face:

"Look, there is a self-account of the Twelve Knights after they were ordained in this section... 'My God is white, I follow white, wearing clean clothes inside, and a scarlet robe outside...'"

"So the clothes the Twelve Knights usually wore should have been white from inside to outside. It's just that out of respect for the gods they believed in, they voluntarily downgraded themselves and wore robes of other colors on the outside, but their underwear should still have been white.

Although these weren't written directly in the scriptures, if one is familiar enough with the articles of the scriptures, one can actually guess it."

"……"

This... could it be that I hit the wrong person again?

Looking at William, who was speaking with such conviction, Anna couldn't help but hesitate, her voice lowered unconsciously, and she bit her lip lightly:

"But... but this isn't a question of orthodoxy after all. Even if he couldn't answer white, it can't be used as a reason to report him..."

"No, the religious studies teacher answered it."

William shook his head and said:

"Although he was very angry, after flipping through the scriptures for a while, he still said that the color of the Twelve Knights' underwear should be white."

"Then why did you still..."

"Because white is not the correct answer."

After taking back the scriptures and flipping through a few more pages, William pointed to the text above and said to Anna with a serious face:

"The question Melanie asked wasn't what color the Twelve Knights usually wore, but what color underwear they were wearing when they sacrificed themselves for the gods.

And according to the scriptures, they first underwent a three-month trial in the great desert, and only went to sacrifice themselves just after leaving the desert. There was no time to change or wash their clothes in between, so their underwear hadn't been changed for a full three months, so it should have been yellow."

"……"

"……"

Looking at Anna, whose forehead veins were jumping, her pretty face turning from white to red, red to purple, and purple to black, Melanie picked up her pants, scrambled up, and threw herself into Leon's arms.

"Big Brother, save me!" I can't save her! This really can't be saved!

After dodging Melanie's tiger-like pounce to one side and twisting to avoid the arms reaching for his thighs, Leon glanced at her with pity and then wisely made way.

Don't blame Big Brother for not being loyal; it's mainly because of how angry your sister is. If I were to save you, she'd probably want to beat my butt too, so just honestly take the beating!

……

After a chaotic chase, Leon looked at Melanie, who was crying and screaming from the beating, and figuring that most of Anna's anger had probably been vented, he stopped her.

"Alright, alright, take a break first, look at how you're panting."

"Even if I'm panting, I'm still going to beat her!"

"Yes, yes, beat her! I definitely won't stop you this time! If she isn't educated properly, she'll go astray!"

Following Anna's wishes, after "scolding" Melanie a few times with a straight face, Leon reached out to stroke Anna's back, helping her, who had poor lungs, to catch her breath, and then asked gently:

"But I'm a bit pressed for time, I have to go to the bureau for overtime in a while, and it's strangely cold today... Good Anna, can you wait a while before dealing with her and find me two blankets first?"

"You're just protecting her!"

Easily seeing through Leon's diversionary tactic, after giving him a glare, the sickly girl struggled out of Leon's arms, walked angrily toward the bedroom, opened the paint-peeling wardrobe with a creak, and began looking for blankets.

Giving Melanie a "why aren't you hiding yet" look, and watching her run into the inner room on tiptoe, Leon followed slowly into the bedroom and comforted his sister, who was squatting in front of the wardrobe:

"Actually, you don't have to worry too much. Melanie is a bit eccentric, but she never bullies people; she just has a tough personality and can't stand being at a disadvantage.

William is the same, a bit mischievously bad but never harms anyone. Although they are not worry-free, they are actually good children... Anna?"

"Ah?"

Seeming to be startled by Leon's words, Anna couldn't help but tremble slightly. She then continued her movements, her back to Leon, while busily flipping through the blankets and nodding repeatedly:

"Hmm... they... are indeed not bad, just not very sensible yet, they'll be fine later... By the way, are blankets enough? Do you want another thick piece of clothing?"

"Blankets are enough, the bureau is quite warm."

Looking at his sister's slightly flustered movements, Leon frowned subconsciously and then asked directly:

"Anna, what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing."

The sickly girl shook her head, turned around holding two folded blankets, and smiled with some reluctance: "I just discovered I lost something and am worried about whether I didn't bring it when we moved."

"I see..."

If it were Leon from a month ago, he might have been fooled by her words, but Leon had long since become accustomed to distinguishing people's expressions. Even without using the Black Goat's soul vision, he could tell that Anna was clearly hiding something on her mind.

"Then you look for it first. If you can't find it, I can accompany you back to Veteran's Alley in a few days, and we'll look for it together."

"Hmm."

After putting the two blankets into a bag, Leon walked out of the bedroom to the door, picked up the shopping bag on the shoe cabinet, and pressed his fingertips quietly against his sheep horns.

"Anna, the thing you just lost, is it that family photo with only you and Mom and Dad?"

?!!!

Looking at Anna's soul in his soul vision, which was instantly filled with terror and panic, Leon put on his shoes slowly while saying in a gentle voice:

"Actually, my birthday isn't the day you told me, and I might not even have a blood relationship with our parents, and you aren't my biological sister, right?"

(End of chapter)