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

Three days early after Banhide was released from the curse.

Me and Ville were taken care of at my brother's mansion in Azlow.

The doctors and magicians are still in the village for aftercare, but there's nothing we can do.

"When I reported to His Majesty the King that Sonia and Ville had solved this case, he replied, 'It was great'. Thanks again from me, too. Thanks."

I kept vaguely laughing.

I can't tell you everything that actually happened, and I'm reporting a mixed lie to my brother. I'm sorry.

I found the witch Zeoli lurking in the village and exorcised him with me and Ville. Zeoli is a party that was working a weird case and has a plan to take over the kingdom of Mistria. That's all.

Don't tell me the deal about the rose jewels, or that I defeated Zeoli by crushing my own body. I didn't say anything inconvenient for me, but I wasn't pursued by my brother. Maybe he missed it.

The symptoms of the curse disappeared neglectfully even in the villages of Mariala territory that day. Apparently, there was only one person scattered the curse around - the witch Zeoli's lone crime.

The recovery of Zeoli's body resulted in its confirmation.

Though the majority of Zeoli's body had disappeared as ash, the arms that Ville slashed off remained. It was a part of the curse recoil that rendered it unfettered, so that the seer could appraise how advanced the technique was if he saw it.

Neither the magician of the kingdom nor I concluded that "I don't think there are so many witches who can handle such extensive and elaborate spells".

Extensive curse terrorism won't happen for a while, no, you won't be able to.

I know what to do next time, so I can handle it. Find and kill the curse collaborators and the damage will stop for now. It's about the king of Mistria, so if anything strange happens, you'll make a relentless sacrifice.

Though I can't be alarmed, I think I can be relieved for a moment.

On the face of it, "a new kind of demonic disease became endemic, but the special effects prevented the spread of the infection," and the involvement of the wicked witch lay low. To not cause extra anxiety to the people.

My brother promised me that he would take the utmost care to prevent us witches in general from being persecuted because of the witches of criminal organizations. A witch hunt is a perfect thing. This is good news.

There is another piece of good news.

Raz took his life.

We were allowed to see each other, and me and Ville headed to the room.

"You're not feeling well?

Razz snorted at Ville's words. The bandage wrapped around his head seems to be heavy. Chill, who was in bed, looked at us and shook his tail. Especially with dear eyes on Ville. Regrettable but cute.

Raz was brought from Bannheid to Azlow in the name of treatment. Because it was not convenient in the village to pursue contact with Zeoli or about the curse.

"Raz, I ask you again, but you really don't remember anything?

Even in response to my question, Raz just nodded.

Raz's memory of the past few weeks had been obscured. Is it the effect of the curse, because drunks hit me in the head, or because I wandered through life and death? They were too burdensome for a small body. I can't seem to get any information on Zeoli.

"You know about us, don't you?

"Together in the cabin, we had dinner... I feel"

I smiled gently at Raz, who seemed sorry.

"You don't have to remind me. Something with hard memories. But if you remember anything..."

"I won't tell."

Raz has stared straight back at me.

"If you have trouble remembering, shut up. 'Cause I don't really remember, but I think your sisters helped me."

"... good boy, Raz. And you're very clever."

When I was stroked in the head, Raz shrunk. He seems happy while he looks embarrassed. The light of hatred is completely out of this child's eyes. This is exactly what it would be like if a possession fell.

Really good. Raz doesn't remember what my example looks like.

At that time, at the edge of my sight, I saw Raz fall from Dai Nan and lie down. I know I was unconscious in ten or eighty-nine years, but in the unlikely event I was witnessed... I had to think about mouth sealing. In front of Ville, I don't think I'd kill him, but I might have done enough to lock him up in a cruise.

You really don't seem to remember, you don't seem to be a light-mouthed fool, let's see how things go for a while.

"I'm asking the lord for Raz. You don't have to go back to the village anymore. Slowly heal your injuries here and live with Chill."

"... did you do something wrong?

Raz glanced at his own shoulder. There is a slight black mole floating there. I thought it all disappeared, but some of it didn't disappear and they stayed. "It may stay in the body for life as a sign of cursing and killing people," the magician said.

Sounds like Raz also remembers blurring about the incident in the cabin earlier that morning.

Raz has tormented many villagers and has cursed and killed one.

In view of the circumstances and circumstances of the case, there is room for circumstantial discretion in self-defence. But it's true that you killed people by evil law. I need a commandment.

"The lord wants you to do good and make amends for what you've done wrong. Work hard and return the favor. And the lord said he'd make amends for you. He said he was sorry to make you feel so miserable all the time."

Although I hate to say it, persecution of orphans is not uncommon. But the current lord of the Azrite realm regrets not realizing the darkness of Bannheid and says he is responsible for Raz. That's right, you weren't the kind of person who would make one toddler bear the sins of this case.

Raz was to be taken over by a family of servants who served the Aspinel family from generation to generation. He said that while he cured himself at the mansion, he would continue to help and study his work while watching how things were going.

Well, it's only natural to protect Razz, even if we don't make amends.

I might recall about the enemy's organization, and I want to keep it out of sight because it could be targeted for life for mouth sealing. That's what I and my brother think.

Raz himself was innocently happy to say, "I'll do whatever it takes with Chill". You won't feel painful in your clothing and living here. I hope that from now on I can live in peace, without being imprisoned by hatred or involving evil witches.

"Sometimes I come to see your face"

When Ville told him so, Raz nodded deeply and chilled.

I went back to Kruge that afternoon.

I'm tired of a lot of things. I want to rest fast.

"I'll report tomorrow," he told Phantom, who greeted him enthusiastically, and me and Ville went back to the mansion.

Ville prepared the tea without saying anything and allowed me to relax on the couch in the living room. You want to stay asleep, but you can't do that, can you?

"Is it time for you to explain?

Yeah, I'm gonna do that.

He nodded in a hard voice and showed Ville to sit on the front couch.

I hadn't told Ville the details yet since the night I fought Zeoli. Because I don't know who will ask me in the village or in my brother's mansion, Ville admitted to me that even if my physical condition was fine, I could do it later. And to explain it to my brother without hindrance, the two of us put our backs together.

I told them from how I was supposed to confront Zeoli.

That he smelled possession of rose jewels and lured Zeoli out.

That I was told to offer my body to someone who would be 'that one', and if I refused, it would have been a battle.

That I was cursed by Raz and could no longer afford to build magic quickly.

"In order to beat Zeoli in that state, it was necessary to construct magic carefully. That's why I decided to pretend to be dead and let you get off guard. If you know I don't have a rose jewel, think the moment will definitely come when Zeoli will be distracted"

I endured not to let the wound regenerate on its own. Though it was one step before he died. I'm so glad Ville's here. Thanks to this, while Ville and Zeoli were fighting, we were able to construct a magic trick for the attack carefully, and regenerate our bodies once and for all.

Once again, when he conveyed his thanks, Ville frowned. It seems to be exhausting because it is impotent.

"So... what the hell is that power?

I exhale small.

I really don't want to tell Ville the truth. Talking about the painful past with your own mouth is a hundred million robberies.

But I opened my mouth reluctantly because I couldn't seem to get away with it.

"The end of the rose's jewel, the power of the rose's spiritual water. It's your mother's research. I could adapt to that, but my mother..."

I revealed my past to Ville.

Just keep it a secret that you saw "morrow” in your previous life. I don't have the benefit of talking. It's hard to say that "Ville will shelter Emelda and Sonia will kill her" if it's as it was originally written.

"Mother was invaded by poison and turned ugly, and secretly studied the Seven Prohibitions - thinking of taking over my body with the art of possessive reincarnation. I didn't want to die, so I sent my mother back. I stabbed the stomach."

"You killed him..."

Well, you still have that face. I wonder if Coral and the others were right. I thought you'd be more surprised.

Your mother could have died of poison... but it's hard to hide your sins by telling Raz to make amends.

"My body still has the effect of spiritual water, but then it disappears and becomes a normal body. Still, if other humans find out, they'll be after you. You can't tell anyone, can you?

Well, how does he react?

If you want to snort honestly.

Would you be angry that I kept my mouth shut?

Or do you regret being informed of the trouble?

... That's not weird to be creepy. My body is home to tons of lives sacrificed to create spiritual water.

Ville, who had been silent for a while, opened her fearful mouth.

"Are you sure, over time, you can get back to your normal body? Something's left in the way..."

I blinked back unexpectedly. Because Ville takes me too seriously.

"... it's okay, maybe"

"Maybe not."

"I can't say for sure if the pills are out and safe. Because there are no cases other than mine. But I'm losing my ability to regenerate year after year, but my body hasn't strained me, my spirit is stable, and so far I don't have any warning."

Ville nodded with a sinister face and exhaled a deep sigh.

"When I heard what I was saying, my resolve hardened more and more"

"Yeah?"

Much to the thought of standing up, Ville knelt near me. And he looked so embarrassed, and still looked me in the eye and said it in an uphill voice.

"I... dedicate my lifelong loyalty to Sonia Carnelian. I swear I'll stay by your side and do everything I want."

I didn't know what they said for a moment. What I did was just amazing to Bill today.

"I mean, you don't get out of the cruise, you keep staying by my side. What kind of change of heart is that?

When I went looking for materials for my medicine for demonic disease, I told Ville to choose.

Do you want to be here or do you want to leave?

Soon it seemed like Ville was going to get out of the cruise. They don't want to leave, but living happily beside me is unacceptable. It must be because I'm the enemy daughter of Ville's parents, the former fiancé of the previous Lord, and the beloved Emelda hostile.

I didn't mean to rush the conclusion because the condition of the grinding ville was also adorable. I found Ville attracted to the suggestion that we should build a new home in the future and live happily together. I thought I could definitely drop it over time, even if I didn't pull it off ugly.

Yet it appears that Ville made her decision as soon as she went to Bannheid and came back.

"Maybe you have sympathy for me?

Me, I was born and raised pretty hard, and I'm going to continue to be hit by trouble, and my body is not normal.

If you want to see me as pathetic, you're dismissing me because it's not what I want.

Ville shook her head to the side.

"It's not like sympathy. When I fell in the village, I wanted Sonia to see me and I wanted to return the favor, and I wanted to live for it. That's not all. I almost threw everything out that I could die for once..."

After letting his gaze swim a little like looking for words, Ville made it clear.

"I no longer want to let go of my happiness. I wanted to be by Sonia for my own good."

That was a near-full answer for me.

A Ville who has sacrificed herself for someone's happiness and has endured...

As I tremble secretly in emotion, Ville speaks of a little excuse for you.

"Maybe it's because you don't rely around, but you try to solve anything on your own. I thought about this one. Don't hurt me without me. Even if there is a chance, I want you to refrain from being impotent. I thought I'd die of despair."

"That's my line. Will you not curse me on your own? The truth is, I thought you'd get angry and die of rage. They hurt my possessions."

That's a reduction. When I spat it off, Ville roared.

"And anyway, I'll stay beside Sonia. That's okay, right?

"Hehe, right. Will Ville be happy if she stays with me? Don't you care about the outside world anymore?

"... oh. From now on, I'm gonna put myself and Sonia first."

I urged Ville to sit next to me, nodding with a serious look.

As he held him in his arms as he drifted branches, Ville stiffened herself and drank her breath. You don't have to worry about sexual harassment anymore, do you? Looks like he's getting more and more temperature and beating faster, but he doesn't have a bare temper to resist.

"It's finally mine in a true way...... I'm glad. I'll take care of Ville."

"... can I confirm one thing"

"Go ahead."

Ville kept her cheeks dyed and asked in a very small voice. It conveys that you are squeezing courage.

"What's going to happen to my positioning in you now? A squire, or... this, a lover?

Mm-hmm. Sounds like Ville. It's not an ambiguous relationship, and I don't think I'd feel comfortable if I didn't make it clear. I wish the atmosphere would let me. Some women would be interested, wouldn't they?

I was in a good mood, so I decided to answer honestly.

"If Ville wants it, it's both. The same thing anyway."

"What? It wouldn't be the same. Whatever you think."

"Really? In me, subordination and romanticism can go hand in hand."

As he glanced at his complexion with his upper eyes, Ville immediately turned away and sighed.

"It can't be my ethics..."

"Not good for real brothers and sisters, prisoners and guards, but me and Bill will be fine. You weren't the original subordinate. Evidence of this is that you still haven't used respectful language."

I've been getting some respect for you lately, but Ville isn't thorough with her obedient words and actions. It feels strange even if it is now revamped.

"If you don't like Ville, you can stay like this. Just a squire. 'Cause I don't imitate things like that."

Only the subordination does not dissolve.

The only choice given to Ville is whether to remain a squire or become a squire and lover.

As I was clinging to my arm and walked away, Ville gave a look that seemed appeased and unfortunate. Lovely.

"... give me time to make up my mind"

Isn't there an answer already out there at a time when it's not troubling time?

I granted respite with a generous smile.