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

30 Ville Wishes

The only way to save the villagers from the curse is to kill Raz.

There's no time, no other way. It's a sacrifice we can't help more than one person.

Sonia's judgment is correct. Nowhere is wrong.

As always, her ability wraps her tongue around. In just one day, he saw through that it was a curse for a new kind of demonic disease, deciding what to calm down, while taking care of the patients and following the doctors.

I honestly respect you, and I don't think you're hostile.

And yet I wonder why I have this obsession.

"It's okay. I'll fix everything for you."

I wanted Sonia to say that with confidence.

I wonder how stupid it is. I have unscrupulous expectations for a sixteen-year-old girl and I get depressed if I don't do what I want...... sucks.

Once, when I was traveling with Emelda and Prince, I was somewhat of a deterrent. It was something that was opposed to the reckless attempts proposed by Emelda and made a cynical point.

That's this body now. Pity.

But I don't think this is a very good situation.

Raz is nothing wrong. Mothers who have lived as they please and abandoned Raz, villagers who have abused their parents' sins by impersonating their children, witches who use people's hearts to bring disaster.

No one and he are too miserable.

I'm still not convinced to converge things with the life of an eight-year-old Raz.

My mind reacts to rejection even if my head knows it.

I guess I shouldn't have overlapped my old self with razz. I can't leave you alone.

I left the inn late at night and headed to Laz's sleeping cabin.

The only liquor store in the village was open. I guess this is when you want to drink. I move in secrecy so no one can see me.

The lights were leaking from Laz's cabin. It must be the lamp I delivered in the evening. Will I be wrapped around a blanket with chills by now and get some rest?

He hid himself in the woods away from the cabin, killing his breath and waiting for the morning.

I'm not here to see Raz. I just came to watch.

Maybe a wicked witch will come and see how Raz is doing. I bet on that slight possibility. I can't sleep in the inn anyway.

I have no intention of disputing Sonia's or Lord Sunnig's judgment. I don't deserve that.

I just do what I can to the extent that I don't disobey the Lord's orders.

When morning comes with nothing like this, it will be the last day for Raz.

If Sonia gave me permission, I'd take down Raz for a day.

If it looks good, I'll make you a pancake. A luxurious one with plenty of cream and fruit. I'm sure you've never eaten before.

You won't have the strength to play around, so let's talk about a lot of things. When it comes to talking about an eight-year-old boy looking happy, is it Adventure Tan? I'm not good at telling people and making them listen, but there are plenty of stories. I've been rolling all over until a few months ago.

... Honestly, I don't like kids.

I don't shy away from apprentice witches at all, so I always get the worst of them. Desperate to escape.

But just for today, just for Raz, let's be nice. Let's do everything we can to make you feel happy.

Where I've been all day, Raz's hateful heart won't disappear.

But that's about all I can do.

If no one can do anything for Raz, at least I'll see to it the end and mourn its death.

I was a knight. I know how to put my seriously wounded buddies to sleep in peace on the battlefield. I can pack my life so that I have no pain or fear.

I can't let Sonia take on any harder roles.

She makes ruthless decisions, and I get my hands dirty. I think that's a good idea.

Interpretation is the self-satisfaction of a man who can't save one child.

He seems to be drunk with helplessness, and his chest is disgusting.

Oh, no. Whatever you think, now your feelings look down.

That's how a few hours later, there was movement. Three shadows were on their way to Laz's cabin. You'd be drunk from an irresistible foothold.

I had a bad feeling and I jumped right out of the woods.

But it was one step too late.

The sound of the glass breaking echoes from inside the cabin, and the chills squeal high.

"Ugh, dog! I'm gonna kick your ass!

"Isn't it enough to make amends? Keep your head down!

"Something I could have enjoyed more if you were a woman. She was such a slut."

What popped into my eyes were razz shaking with their bloody heads, fragments of liquor bottles scattered in their huts, chills buried in hay, and villagers laughing inferiorly.

"What are you doing!

The red-handed men didn't get away with it, even as I appeared.

"Don't let strangers talk about the village. This guy can't complain no matter what he does. I'm in a position. It's a ritual that blows away the stinking air in the village, ritual."

I agree with the man's words in the middle with the two left and right laughing. The curse hasn't turned, it was a terrible statement.

I can't deal with him. I tried to step into the cabin to make sure Raz was hurt. But......

Raz looked up and stared at the villagers. Blood stained the bandages wrapped around his face, making him look horrible.

Hate is dancing rotten in my eyes.

"Guh!"

Suddenly one of the drunks blew a bubble. It was an instant event. Fall as-is to crash against the wall of the cabin.

I understood in an instant. The curse was activated.

The man's open eyes cramped and he just stopped moving.

"Hih!

"What's up!?"

I could see Raz's gaze moving as the other two panicked.

I was moving aggressively.

"Stop it, Raz!

Raz was upset that I was in between. If you haven't completely forgotten me yet, I can stop you.

"Calm down. Head wound, I'll take care of it. Don't worry about anything. So..."

As I slowly reached out, Raz crooked his face about to cry out and paid for his approaching hand. And he hits his body and tries to escape.

No. If I let you get away here, you're in big trouble.

I was reflexively pulling the razz away. On that clap, I got caught in the bandage and untied it.

"Become!?"

A black mole appeared on Raz's skin.

marks of being beaten or the aftermath of a curse?

A frightening number of black moles were creepy beyond analogy, a substitute that Raz could neither want nor force to hide.

That's what I uncovered.

Oh, screwed up.

When Raz and I met each other, something black ran over my body. In an instant, the freedom of the body becomes less favourable.

Slipping through between the two villagers who lost their hips, Raz runs away.

The distant back became sumptuous, and eventually stained bright white with every consciousness.

It's going to melt my head with high heat. Every breath burns my throat. Sweat and tears mingle to zero, and my mind and body are messed up.

I haven't felt this bad since then.

At a young age, there was an epidemic of demonic disease in Wangdu only once.

I didn't catch a cold or any other illness, but all that time, I fell down, too.

Seven times, for sure.

Without my parents, my aunt and I were being picked up. It's my magic trick with the nukes. The treatment was blatantly discriminated against with the cousins, treated like those who were not there at times, and the meal was just like a step in front of the raw waste.

But only when he fell down from a demonic disease, he was fed a decent meal. I guess it's because if I die, I'll have trouble earning less. My aunt came to my room like a storeroom and even wiped my sweat from time to time.

Oh, I want to be sick all the time if this is the case. You don't have to heal. I remember very well what I thought.

But I was immediately reminded.

"Mom, it's hard."

"Disgusting...... cold"

The murmuring voice of my cousins heard from the next room.

"Yes, sir. It's okay. Just take your pills and you'll be all right. When you're feeling better, we'll all be at the museum. You wanted to go, didn't you?

A voice overflowing with the kindness of my aunt.

Such spoiling words, even though they don't give me shards.

Envy and loneliness seemed to crush my chest.

Expensive medicine for a demonic disorder, it didn't work for me. I would have sold my magic and bought it. Even though I have much worse symptoms with the nuke.

A museum for everyone?

They'll leave me anyway. There's nothing good about being cured of illness.

Bad. Regrettable. Terrible.

I want to be sweet too. I want to be spoiled.

Of course not my aunt.

I've never met him, a human who doesn't even know his face. But he must have been there for me, too. I wanted to call you for once.

"Oh Mother..."

I woke up with my own voice like a whimper.

I dreamed of terrible bad memories. I feel terrible.

"Bill, are you awake? It's okay."

A bright red plunged into his seeping vision.

Someone as beautiful as a goddess held my hand enveloping me, with a loving grin.

No, it wasn't the goddess, it was Sonia.

... Would they have listened to me now in my sleep? I'm too embarrassed.

If my body was going to move satisfactorily, I would have screamed and broken through the window to get out of the room.

Without making fun of me, Sonia wiped my face and neck muscles with a towel. I fell in love with the devotion again.

Thank you, I moved my mouth, but I didn't hear a voice. My throat is strangled. But Sonia laughed dullly as she somehow passed it on.

I don't work with my head blurry, but I found myself in one of the rooms in the inn. There is nothing in the room but Sonia.

I keep remembering. I fell under the curse of Raz. How long has it been since then? It's brighter out there.

"I'm sorry. It was predictable enough, but I didn't think about it until it happened. This is my mess."

Why would Sonia apologize? It's all my fault.

I was there and I couldn't do anything.

"I gave my brother a reward. I have doctors and magicians tell me what's going on and look for Raz. Oh, Chill's safe."

Sonia answers the remarkable gaze of the villagers.

"One of the people in the cabin died, but the other villagers are still safe. My condition hasn't gotten any worse. Thanks to Ville for this. Raz must be upset that he cursed Ville."

Apparently, the effect of the curse was shaken by a stray in Raz's mind. But it would still be a situation that would not allow prediction. Is Sonia good to be here? Maybe I'm close to death.

"Ville... can I take my pills?

Get your body to support you and get up. But my hands are shaking and I can't take it. The seemingly Sonia dissolved the medicine in water and stirred it with a spoon.

"Yes."

I had plenty of trouble with the spoon I was offered, but I can't bother her her any more. I was pushed in when I opened my mouth modestly.

Sweet. Honey-like looseness spreads through your mouth.

Drinking down with two or three sips made my throat a little easier.

"... sorry"

"Really, you're a handy squire. Sleep a little more."

Lie down again, but I don't feel like closing my eyes. The next time I wake up, I'm afraid to ask what happened. Or will I wake up?

Sometimes I wanted to be beaten down by the truth and die, but not now. There are untrained. I want to thank Sonia.

"It's okay. 'Cause I'll be by your side till night."

Sonia shook my hand again. Warm and secure.

This kid always gives me what I want. Every time my heart softens.

Totally sweet and spoiled.