The Last Boss Witch Will Keep Her Past Self's Crush Until Her Dying Day

The crew is situated behind the twisted sea of trees in a pompous open place.

There are no ten private houses. The design and size are not uniform, so at first glance you can't see them inside. There is no organization of the compartments, each built a little bit. In the middle of the interior there is a tree house, and instead of a garden, fields and herbal gardens are built by the way. Lots of greenery anyway.

There are no outer walls around, just colorful strings running between the trees.

It's loose enough that some places don't give in, but it's woven with special junctional magic, a mechanism that plays intruder and harmful. They're also stretched out in the air, so they can handle attacks from above.

Sometimes it's used to dry laundry because it's harmless to the people inside who are contracting with the Order.

In the depressed sea of trees, a soft light plunges into the crew.

Little paradise for witches. My precious home.

Hopefully it'll be a cozy place for Ville too...... you can't do it right away.

"Welcome back, Sonia. And welcome, Ville. You're welcome."

The day after returning home, a small feast was held under the tree house.

That said, a casual banquet just to spread, eat and welcome the dishes and liquor brought from each house on the rug. It's like a picnic or a flower show.

All the residents assembled for me and Ville. Ma, there's only a little over twenty of us.

"Welcome back. How was Wang Du?

"Sonia, I can't believe there's a man who huffs your sister!

"Enough to make a hater a lover. He must be the prince of an unusual hobby."

"But... you brought a good man instead..."

"That's Sonia. But you're not coming home."

Most women of all ages, from babies to old women, may be witches, or apprentice witches.

Even though it's an easygoing atmosphere around, only Ville has a sense of sadness as if she's going to be sentenced to death. I know you're still sick, but you're too nervous nonetheless.

Yeah, maybe you're careful because there's no witchkiller. I just ordered him to leave it in his room because he didn't deserve it on this occasion.

"Yes. Say hello from Sonia before you toast -"

The feast is partitioned by Coral - a witch featuring flashy pink hair, ear catchusha, and frizzy aprons. It's a little painful fashion considering my age of twenty-five, but it's cute and suits me well.

... in the original one of the bad witches who makes weird cases. I let him live in here for a few years so he wouldn't, and he cared. We're very close now. It was supposed to be empty. So much so that I was entrusted with the management of my house.

"I'm sorry you just had a farewell party six months ago. I'm back under a lot of circumstances. Keep it up."

I turn my gaze to the youngster who is getting smaller next door, grinning bitterly at the outpouring of enthusiastic applause from some.

"I've got a nuclear ex-knight as compensation for my engagement breakdown. Ville Obsidia. I hate witches because of all the circumstances, too, but the roots are serious good kids. Don't bully him. But if you use color on Ville, I won't forgive you."

What the hell, that introduction just stares at me, Ville?

Heh heh, if you have a complaint, you have to put it in your mouth.

In the sparse applause there was a shadow that rose loosely.

"Dear Sonia...! What are you doing?

Slight air begins to flow around the area to the man holding his head and screaming. Oh, man. It feels like it's happening again.

Large, cat-back, chain accessories all over the body, rather than a young man with a different atmosphere wrapped around the chain intact. Clear silver hair, blue and white skin, with large bears under silver eyes. It's like a ghost. She has a beautiful face, but if she comes across it in the middle of the night, she looks like a child must cry out.

Let me introduce you. My faithful servant... not my beautiful friend.

"Phantom...... suddenly what's wrong?

His name is Phantom Guibeld.

“Nakabosu” as he says in the original.

He's the owner of a perverse sexuality who would love to be whipped by Sonia. At the end of the day, Sonia will modify your brain to become a murder weapon. Because it was an impactful character, it was popular with "Shisha" even in enemy roles. He was strong enough to compete well with Ville even when he was normal.

Of course, in reality, I don't teach Phantom anything. I mean, I've been treating you normally ever since we met, but for some reason, you've become a yandere who biases me as originally.

"Oh no! I refused my love, but I said I was sorry because I was the prince's fiancée!? I can't believe you're bringing another man back without marrying me! Besides, I'm going to live under one roof...... Huh!? Kuh, jealous no... I'll curse you, Ville Obsidia ah...!

You curse me, and Ville squeaks a little. The spearhead of anger is suddenly sliding.

I just want to leave you alone, but if I stay like this, I can shed a tear of blood. I don't like bloodshed for this reason even though it's a feast seat.

"Phantom, don't resent Ville. Or don't be weird jealous of having a wife and kids."

"Right, Phantom. Don't shout too loud. Frana's scared."

In Coral's words, Phantom returned to me.

"Oh, I'm sorry......! Oh, my angel. No!

Next to Coral, Phantom smiled like a swing, pointing at the baby Frana in the cradle.

Actually, Phantom and Coral are married, and they just had a child a year ago, right?

I asked Coral to deal with the fact that Phantom was going to love me too much to sleep at night. At the time, Phantom didn't have a conversation because he screamed out of lack of calm no matter what I said. I still do, though.

That's why they told me to stop stalking through Coral. Then you two were tied at some point, right? Mystery.

Both Coral and Phantom are heavenly lonely, they have bizarre fashion taste, and there seemed to be parts to be attracted to. By the way, Phantom's nineteen, so that's a little age difference. I think it's nice.

"Oh, I'm sorry, no... Dear Sonia... I have someone named you, but I, I love my daughter the cutest no...! Please, step on me as punishment. No!

"I don't like it. Something that doesn't have a reason to step on you that looks happy."

"Oh, oh, I knew Dear Sonia was kind and I didn't like it......!

"My daughter-in-law?

Coral wasn't seriously angry as he swelled. Sister, I can feel the room for my wife.

Cheers and the banquet proceeded, regardless of the ville being drawn more and more than distracted.

"Eat... you look pale. Coral is the next best cook in Sonia, so it's delicious."

He was putting a chunk of meat on Ville's plate as Phantom hung out.

Crewge is a two-to-eight woman's garden. Men are used for hard work, they have narrow shoulders, and they are often stubborn and stupid.

Sometimes it's a new man, and Phantom really seems to want to be friends with Ville. I'm kind of freaking out watching this one.

"I don't want you to talk about complexion... okay. Here you go."

Ville lost Phantom's perseverance while on guard and cheeked the stewed meat dish. I wondered why you would refuse... you really like meat dishes. Or eat?

"Mmm, you have a strange crush. Unusual texture...... what meat?

"Don't be surprised to hear... it's a gray flying dragon!

Ville made a big deal out of it.

"I just flew in a lot the other night. - How much, Phantom, did you kill them all? I wanted to catch him alive and sell him to a beast rider. Big loss."

"Ugh, but scales and nuclei turned out pretty good... meat turned out good too"

"Oh yeah. Either way, it's temporary income, and I rarely eat meat of the genus Dragon - and I forgive you -"

Phantom strokes his chest down and starts eating his beloved wife's handicrafts looking delicious as he twitches his chains.

Meanwhile, Ville sipped a sip of fruit liquor while turning his face bright blue. I think he managed to throw up.

I wonder if that night flashed back. Poor thing. Even if I snuck my back, Ville wouldn't resist.

"When it comes to obsidia, it's that witch-hunting knight kid."

When the feast settled down, I took Ville to greet the elders of the Crew.

When I say elder, I don't have any particular authority just because I'm in your opinion number position. But nature and the young witches pay their respects because they know things. I love it because I've been adored since I was a little girl too.

You always look like you're laughing because of the wrinkles in your eyes. She's actually a sweet grandmother.

"Yes, Master Bubba. Bill is a child of Cross Obsidia. He also inherited witchkiller."

"Right. Twenty years ago, my youngest sister died in his hands. Though he was just a witch who lived in town with a couple of sons and grandchildren, without any sins."

Ville clenched her fist and stuffed her breath.

"... do you hate me instead of my father?

"No. If you let your child take over the sins of your parents and judge you, there will be no one on earth by now. You can just inherit the good part. Your father, that's a good man. He was strong and sharp as a beast. The way a witch laughs in her return blood is so luscious that she falls in love with her enemies..."

"Is...?

The elder looked far to miss the time and sighed.

"That is also the child of the business that the witch gave birth to. Decades after the days of Slayzia, the black glossy witch... it's strange that you and Sonia are still together."

Ville glanced over for an explanation, but I shook my neck to the side.

"Sometimes Bubba says things he doesn't understand. You're old enough to take a big look at him."

He didn't seem to hear my words, and the elder was roaring, "Jebella, Aronia, take over something that's not even Rokuro".