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

It's been since that day that I get wet with a lot of blood.

I don't even want to remember, but I come back to life.

I don't like it. It's like I regret that day.

Before I learned to see the past, my oldest memory was the gentle smile of my mother Aronia.

"Sonia, my pretty daughter. I made it for you. Enjoy."

At dinner, that's what he said and stroked my head.

"Yes, Mother"

I was only five or six years old and I was happy and obsessed and cheeky with the hamburger in front of me. It didn't taste good, but it didn't stop me. Because your mother looks at me happy.

But as soon as I finished eating, I felt sick. My body is not feeling well. I can't stop the cold sweat and the trembling of my hands.

Something sour comes up and your mother blocks my mouth forcefully when she tries to throw up.

"No, Sonia. This is the best oral intake. Be patient."

I didn't know what that meant. I lost my mind after that and slept three days and three nights.

From that day on it became routine.

I didn't think it was weird. 'Cause I don't know any other family dining landscape. Besides, I'm a witch, and a witch does her studies. You have to work hard on something painful.

But my body was honest, and gradually I refused to cook with my mother. I know eating makes me sick, and there's no way I can keep my mouth shut.

Then Mother brought the witch of her disciple to the dining room. "Help me, forgive me," she cried all the time. There are signs of a rash on his face. Did I do anything wrong?

"If I could eat this, I'd only save your life, right?

Following her mother's words, she put her mouth on a soup that smelled terrible in horror. As soon as she took a bite, she blew a bubble and suffered, stopping moving momentarily. It was the first moment I saw death that I had ever only vaguely understood.

"Hey, Sonia. You're my pretty daughter, so I won't feed you anything like this. I'll take care of it. I'll give you a tasty treat if you work hard. I'll put on some nice clothes for you. I'll give you whatever you want. So, hey, you can't go against your mother's word, okay?

To a grinning mother, I understood instinctively. If you turn away, you'll see the same disciple rolling on the floor.

"Yes, Mother..."

I flattened out without leaving any poison dishes and went to bed again.

And Aronia her mother whipped her disciple, and gave me candy.

I'm being picked up. It is valued. The poison that is served on me is a light thing, it doesn't beat me, it's adorable.

I have simply felt superiority. But as I grew up, I understood that my house was not normal.

The motivation was a book.

Inside the narrow inside called Kruge was boring and I became immersed in nature and reading. My mother and the adults around me don't tell me what general common sense is, so I had to learn with those things.

Fortunately, there were tons of books in the library of the house. There are also a lot of books besides magic books. This was collected by your father, who used to be a slave, to get upbringing, and some were easy for children.

"Well... in a normal house, no poisonous rice comes out."

In general, mothers cook the best food.

I thought it was strange. But I didn't feel like hating my mother with wonder. Nothing. I hate it and it's not poisonous. It's for important research. I have no choice.

Rose jewels.

A treasure of witches that promises rejuvenation and eternal beauty. They say that if you put it in your stomach, any injuries and illnesses will be healed and you will always be healthy.

Mother researches recipes inherited from her master all day long.

But it didn't seem to be working.

Even though it is inherently solid spherical, it doesn't seem to solidify as liquid even if it is made according to the recipe. If it's a sphere condition, you can't release the poison if you put it in your body. But in a liquid state, the poison turns to the body in an instant, and it outweighs the effects of immortality and dies.

"That damn Baba! Give me the right stuff!... or Ambert!? How dare you fit this me!

... In the first five years since I got the recipe, my mother seemed to be doing research to make it solid from liquid. But I realized that was impossible, and now I moved on to research that would allow me to take it into my body even while it was still liquid.

They create antibodies and mix them with jewels to neutralize poison.

I'm poisoning my daughter and experimental subjects for that. She said she would make sure it was safe for the most part and then try it on her own body.

I wish it was done soon.

That way your mother would no longer yell hysterically at your disciples or poison me.

Maybe he'll play with me, teach me magic, take me on a trip.

That's how I was happiest when I dreamed of the future.

Sorcery was largely understood when I read the book.

The slightly more difficult part asked the elder Buddha. The other witches didn't speak up to me very much, and there were no witch apprentices of my age in the Cruges by then. I loved it when you praised me if you learned magic.

Sometimes I talked to Bubba about something other than magic.

"Dear Bubba... am I really your mother's child?

He's really a strange kid, so why don't you poison him? Isn't there a real mother out there looking for me?

I had doubts about that.

"You're not one genius in a hundred years. That's an Aronian gift. No doubt you are Aronia's daughter...... but the contents look alike. Just pass on the good stuff."

Bubba stroked my head. It seemed very painful.

Kruge was built by the witches who feared the resumption of the witch hunt to protect their mother, a symbol of peace. Everything was under your mother's control.

Your mother is the Messiah of Mistria. Strong and smart, the best witch in the country.

Jealous of such a mother, lots of witches attack. That's what they were asking.

... Children are really simple. I even respected my mother back then.

When I learned to read and write, a letter came to me from Wang Du.

It was from my fiancé, Prince Rain.

Even a few short letters a year made me happy. It was pretty much the same thing every time, but I was thrilled every time I cut the seal.

I don't have any friends. I've never even been out of there. That was a fresh stimulus for me.

The prince of the story is just a nice guy, so I'm sure he is, too.

Besides, if I marry you, I can get out of the cruise. I can live in a castle. Being queen isn't a pin, but it's definitely easier than staying poisoned.

I wish I had been free to write back, but I had to make sure to show my mother how I interacted with the prince.

Nice and sober. Mother said to play "an innocent daughter who is not interested in status or power because she doesn't know who will read it". I didn't know very well and replied as my mother said in the beginning.

An uninteresting letter that doesn't tell you one thing about the real me.

I guess they'll hate me. I was anxious.

When I was eight, the lord of Azrite called me.

The story was that you should start formal queen education to me now that you can perfectly control your magic.

At that time, for the first time, my mother asked me the truth about the raid on the King's capital.

I lost my words to many of your mother's evil deeds.

"Okay? You can't forgive a human being on the kingdom's side. Especially since the Aspinel people are watching to use us. They're waiting for your failure."

... I was actually thinly aware of it. The ingredients of the jewels that arrive from the Wang capital and the people who become experimental objects. Witches after your mother.

The truth is, you shouldn't be studying rose jewels.

Your mother is a bad witch. The king is also a bad king.

And I am the daughter of a bad witch.

"I'm not allowed to tell the truth. Publicly, you and Prince Rain will die. That's the kind of contract I have. Clever. You'd understand, wouldn't you?

For the first time, I no longer had any joy of being able to get out of the cruise, I felt nothing but fear.

"Welcome, Sonia. Nice to meet you. Think of this place as your home from today. You can call me your brother, okay?

"... Regards"

"What, are you nervous? That's cute."

Brother Sunnig was like the sun.

Gentle, bright and cool.

But in the beginning, I didn't even talk. I don't know what happens if I talk bad.

In fact, my brother's father - the head of the Aspinel family - didn't speak up much. Disliked the pitiful gaze, I locked myself in a given private room and did a pale queen education curriculum.

Failure is not tolerated. If you show any gaps at all, they will be disputed. I felt that way and didn't feel alive.

But as he began to spend a week a month in the Aspinel family mansion, the tension slowly eased.

There is no poison in the diet that can be given. My brother praises me every time I do my assignment. The book tells me interesting stories that I can't find out about. They adore me.

Manners and language teachers were harsh, but they properly understood and guided me through my inadequacies. He was a really good teacher. Something that gives me another chance to try, even if I fail a little bit.

That's all I could reassure you about.

I was slowly waiting to go to the Aspinel family.

As I learned higher magic, I also began to participate in the defense inside. Mother's orders.

The witches who come to Kruge in search of a rose jewel recipe know the truth. We know that Aronia, the Red Rin witch, drowned in an ugly greed and killed her master, Jebella, to take away the recipe of immortality. That only became a fear to me.

I can't be relieved if I don't hold my breath for sure.

I remembered to defile my own hands and killed the witches that came.

The day I first killed someone, I really wanted to get out of here.

I don't want to do this. I want to throw everything away and go somewhere far away and live free.

But by then, I had already understood. Running away is unacceptable and impossible.

Running from the inside means destroying your marriage to the Mistrian royal family. My marriage to Prince Rain is a testament to the peace between the kingdom of Mistria and the witch. The witches inside, who are afraid to resume their witch hunt, will not let me escape.

First, the royal family can't let me go wild knowing the truth about the King's Capital raid.

Witches and kingdoms, I wasn't sure I'd turn both against my enemies and run away. I can't say I'm more unreasonable when I see the same than I am when I kill people.

I'm your mother's experimental doll. Being convenient for everyone.

I'm not even allowed to live for myself. There's a place, but there's no escape anywhere.

I'm sure you call this "tragic heroine." She looks like a weak princess in a love story. I don't really like that type of heroin.

I wonder if I can open up the situation on my own.

That's what I thought.

Shall I reveal everything to my brother and ask him for help?

But... I didn't have the courage to do that back then. You can't imitate selling your mother, and even your brother could really be an enemy. If we do poorly, it's considered a breach of contract, and me and the prince are dead.

I just spent my days trying to fix the occasion and I got used to the round-trip life between Kruge and the Aspinel family.

Nobody can believe it. I'm not sure about myself either. I'm just waiting for things to change, killing my breath.

I didn't feel alive.

I met a girl named Eudia at a party one day. It hit me hard to be escorted by my brother. I wanted to get along with a girl close to her age, but it seems difficult. But the sister, Yuna, cared about me and laughed at me.

Mr. Yuna is your brother's fiancée. We didn't get to talk much, but we happened to have tea together. I asked terribly in the gap my brother had taken off his seat for. Because I didn't think Yuna would be mad at me for asking you anything.

"Don't you hate political marriage?

Euna put her hand on her cheek, "Oh," she replied quietly.

"Yeah, I'm happy. Master Sunnig is a lovely man."

I envy you, I thought. I can tell that the friendliness between the two is not an act. If I'm getting married too, someone like Brother Sunnig is good.

The exchange of letters with Prince Rain continues, but as usual there is no heat in the text. When I had to face each other, I was worried that I would be able to laugh and talk to each other like my brother and Yuna. Maybe I'm already limited to being a boring kid.

"You're anxious to marry someone you don't know. It's okay. I hear His Highness Rain is a handsome beautiful son. I'm sure you look great with Sonia."

"Is it..."

"Yes. Be more confident. I don't think people like you can possibly not be loved."

I was a little angry based on what?

I hope you know nothing about the real me, but don't say anything nasty.

Someone loves me...... I can't imagine.

Does your mother love me at all?

Would Brother Sunnig really consider me a pretty sister?

Doesn't Prince Rain feel neglected to make me his wife?

Is there a people who admire a queen full of poison for killing?

If it wasn't even about the rose jewels, I'd feel like everything would work out.

When I was eleven, Mr. Euna died of an epidemic disease.

Seeing the tears of so many condolences, I realized that this man was truly loved.

I could not see my brother's face wet in tears.

If the rose jewels had been completed, they might have helped Mr. Euna.

Such an idea shook my mind and I was sinking in a guilty conscience I didn't quite understand. Even though her death wasn't my fault.

At this point I gave up relying on my brother.

Then I sought to master the magic of past sight.

I wanted to know about your father, who died suddenly. Maybe you loved me. If he had lived, he could have been on my side. I wanted to think so.

It was a pretty difficult sorcery, but it took me a year to turn it into a thing.

... The results were not fragrant.

Your father didn't seem very interested in me. He was the kind of person nearby who wouldn't look up from the book even if I was the baby crying.

Only once did Bubba recommend me to hold him, but he looked so troubled. I know exactly what I'm holding out for. I'm sure nothing will change with your father alive.

But I didn't have time.

Out of curiosity I retraced more and more memories and crossed the border.

"... Huh?

I looked at the previous life.

A world without magic unlike here. It was a cramped and annoying world, but full of useful tools and a wide variety of entertainment.

I took a breath in the life of a woman living in such a world.

She was a woman with a tremendous amount of energy in certain fields, although she could not show her appearance or talent.

… "Tataru” is amazing.

More and more scattered for adoration. I put my thoughts on a non-existent person, indulging in the work so much that it comes in the way of real life, and painfully exposing my sadness.

It was a way of life I don't understand but... maybe it's because I'm experiencing the senses. Neither “Mandarin” nor “Whoa" nor “Afternoon" were in my world, which made my breasts hot. I can't believe there's such a wonderful world full of entertainment.

Maybe it's a dream created by my brain, but I hope you enjoy it. If I had the time, I'd start peeking into the life of a previous life woman.

And an encounter with a certain “morrow” piece changed my destiny.

"Gah! Ville, you're so cute today. Divine Reaction! '

Emelda and the Legend of Witches, the most intriguing work of a previous life woman.

Emelda and Prince Rain, and their four companions save the world, such a story.

It's a story that sets the stage for my kingdom.