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

When I first met Citrine face to face, I felt uncomfortable.

At that time, I assumed it would come from the gap between the original "Tome” painting and the real thing. But when I went out exploring the trees with Ville, I dug your father out of my memory and noticed.

Similar. The face of Citrine and Ambert.

Not surprisingly, even if you are a parent and child.

Golden hair that is likely to melt in the light or some exotic mystical black eyes. When I grow up in a few more years, I'm going to captivate women.

I was not familiar with the birth of your father, Ambert. So at first I thought, "Is Citrine a distant relative of Ambert?" It's a convenient escape idea.

What Citrine is too capable of coincidentally being Miss Emelda's companion.

If it's inevitable that their encounter was set up, what's Citrine's purpose in hiding who she is and pursuing a weird case?

... I know.

He is the one who binds the conspiracy to cover Mistria.

While pretending to follow the case, Citrine wasn't directing the Princes of Rain to never be revealed in full?

I heard from Bubba that Ambert and Cross were once at the hands of the black gloss witch Slayzia, and the suspicion became almost certain.

Ambert is alive.

It was truly far-fetched. If a dead man comes out without a body, even though it's Theory in the story who doubts his survival.

It was your mother who said she dumped your father's body at the bottom of the valley. Though I don't think your mother lied, I didn't confirm it with these eyes, and I'm not surprised she was alive.

If your father has the only rose jewel that Jebella has succeeded in making, he will not die easily if he is mortally wounded. It won't be impossible to delude your mother's eyes and disguise death.

And the rose jewels are inherently something that brings about rejuvenation. I can't count on how old you look.

Citrine replied with pleasure.

"Hehe, don't worry. You have no brother or sister."

"... So you're my father after all?

"Oh. My real name is Ambert.... I didn't think you'd call me your father."

Do you hate being called father, or are you unconscious as a father in the first place? Or am I feeling somewhat guilty about me?

Citrine - No, Ambert just missed his gaze from me.

Ville was stunned. The Citrine I've been dealing with as a companion was actually the mastermind of all the conspiracies. The impact is immeasurable.

I don't put it on my face, but I feel the same way. Though I did, when I actually see the truth, I want to escape reality.

It's a little, no, pretty chilly to think that a man who should be nearly forty years old has been playing an innocent boy of twelve. Besides, I can't believe that's my real father... I feel terrible.

"Will you not look like that? I don't have a choice. 'I can always be flesh when I'm young and beautiful' rose jewels, but the standard of beauty is determined on the basis of my own perception. You're not free to choose your age to rejuvenate."

"You mean your father was the most beautiful when he was twelve?

"Oh, it was before the witch molested me."

Ambert had a soft grin. My spine gets colder and colder to vivid stories.

I breathed briefly and asked.

"Can you also talk about your real purpose and plan?

"I'm going to do that from the start. You don't have to hide it anymore."

Ambert looked down at me and Ville, respectively, and then looked into the universe.

"My purpose is to avenge the witch and the Mistrian royal family. My dearest brother above all else... vengeance for the cross"

Ville took a breath in the words.

"Cross it, my father...?

Yes, it was. After all, I didn't tell Bill about the connection between Cross and Ambert. Now it's easier for me to tell you what I knew. While apologizing to Ville in my heart, I decided to concentrate on explaining Ambert with a face I wouldn't eat.

"I grew up like a real brother, but I have no blood ties to Cross. We were built artificially for the ambition of the black glossy witch Slayzia... and they restored it from cells picked up from some king's tomb. Maybe he's the owner of noble blood."

A cloned human, the word comes to my mind. A familiar word in the “even fu” genre of previous life, but one that doesn't exist in this world.

Me and Ville looked naturally at the story that led to our own roots.

"Slayzia's ambition is the conquest of the world by witches. It is obvious that a witch who freely uses witchcraft is better than a inferior person without a wound brain and without a nucleus. Slayzia believed that it was the witch who should take control of the world and guide it. It was a mass of voter thought."

But humans with nuclei and invasive brains - witches are rarely born. Besides, with all the connections between the disciples, the witches basically never consign.

You can't be enemies where you challenged a group of humans individually, and you can't even put one country under your control.

It was realistically impossible for an overwhelmingly inferior witch to stand above a human being in numbers.

"So Slayzia thought. How to increase witches and bind witches to each other. And the answer I got was artificial life. The witch put her hands on the Seven Prohibitions."

If we can artificially produce witches, the number of individuals increases.

Depending on the research, it should also be able to produce the "most powerful witch" with a non-standard amount of magic and excellent invasive brains. It is the management of nature that leans back and obeys the strong. Hierarchy will form and the witch's orientation will be aggregated to the apex.

But Slayzia noticed along the way. No matter how good you were, there's no way a normal witch would accept an artificial witch. Rather, the prized witches would never acknowledge the fact that they are inferior to artificial life.

"Then first, let us make precious lineages. As the most powerful witch is born not artificially but naturally, passing on her pulsating power. What you need for that is a man. If a man or woman with a nucleus and a traumatic brain remits a child, the child born is" The Witch of Pure Blood (Sarabred). "It is not called a creation, and must have a gift of witchcraft that outweighs everything.... you knew there was absolutely no inheritance, but Slayzia was possessed by such delusions"

Sweat seeped through my back. Spectacular story far beyond my expectations. Looks like I was at the center of it before I knew it.

"And Slayzia began a study creating a man with a nucleus and a traumatic brain combined. Demon Man in the Witch's Man Edition, then I can't dress up, so I was called 'Demon Man'. The Devil's Creation Project by Slayzia… I'm the first and last success story."

So Ambert can freely manipulate witchcraft, just like witches. They also have enough power to instantly kill the wicked witches.

Usually I wouldn't believe such absurd stories, easily. But just by facing each other like this, the heterogeneity of his power comes through with a shine. You look like a twelve-year-old, but you feel like you've met an old monster.

"... Cross was a failure created in the course of the study. But he was not disposed of because he had a powerful nucleus, and he was to be raised with me so that he could follow me sooner or later. We were brothers made of the same witch, even without a blood connection."

Sleizia and her disciples treated the two as valuable experimental material.

You don't want to talk about specifics, Ambert just said in a dark voice that he was "toyed with without human rights or dignity".

"Me and Cross have lived in support of each other alone. Cross always protected me at the expense of himself. He was a very sweet man.... Ville has a very similar atmosphere and heart roots to the cross"

The dear light to Ville, which dwells in Ambert's eyes, seemed real. You're so sweeter than the eyes you put on me, a true blood relative. It's okay.

"For the first time in the world, it was also an artificial demon, and I couldn't control my magic well, and I was very unstable. Looks like he was thinking about some kind of growth-enhancing magic, but he couldn't get his hands on it. In the end, Slayzia died before waiting for me to grow up. In lifespan.

... On the day Slayzia died, me and Cross escaped the witches without a shred of confusion. Because I knew the disciples were arguing over the Master's research. "

Slayzia seems to have also focused on the appearance of the demon. The witches, who tend to be vulnerable to beautiful men, also thought they could not be evil if they were a beauty that attracted all the seers.

But that calls for tragedy.

"Me and Cross were just early teenagers. There was no way I could escape the witch, and I was alone when I realized it. I was caught by Jebella. Later Jebella asked me that Cross was eaten by the Warcraft... and I was given the hair as a travesty"

You remembered the despair then, Ambert exhaled for a long time.

... Ambert was fooled by Jebella, wasn't he? I wonder if I faked my own death because I was deceived.

"Ever since I was in Slayzia, Jebella has been like a mother to me. I was over forty years old and away, so even my grandmother isn't actually crazy. Even after you captured me, Jebella took care of me very personally. You inspired me to mourn and mourn the death of Cross forever. He said he was hiding and protecting me from other witches. In fact, Jebella relentlessly murdered the Sulezian disciples who knew who I was."

Losing his cross, which was the backing of his heart, Ambert apparently had a depressed day at Jebella's. I didn't have the energy to escape.

Jebella seemed harmless as she devotes herself.

"But as I grew up, my eyes changed looking at Jebella's me. From the look of my child, to the look of a man.... I didn't expect you to propose."

Ambert laughed dry as he sat on the throne in a laid back manner.

There was no such thing as a laughing element anywhere, and me and Bill remained bitter expressions.

"Even if you pretend to be nice, you're a bad witch. Jebella didn't seem to quit killing me if I wasn't her thing. Apparently, he's not going to get away with it. I had no choice but to make fun of myself in my speech. [M] Even if we get married, we can't stay together that long. Even children shouldn't be able to have children. And yet it makes sense to get married. After a while, Jebella created a rose jewel. To be my wife young. [M] That's a hell of an obsession."

Then I nod at Ambert's words that we both would already know what happened.

"The presence of rose jewels enters the king's ear, and a witch hunt occurs within Mistria. And you helped your mother - Aronia Carnelian - to incite Jebella to raid the king's capital. That's how you joined the coup, isn't it? And in the process, one knight died a tragic death."

Cross was alive. That's not all. He served the Mistrian royal family and was the strongest knight to command the execution force of the witch hunt. Perhaps there was also the meaning of revenge for the beatings I received from witches when I was a child. Maybe he was wielding state power to find Ambert's whereabouts.

Cross was eliminated early as an obstacle to the coup because of its overwhelming strength. by the betrayal of the then king Prince Schnello.

"Really, you didn't know?

Ambert shook his head at Bill's squeezing inquiry.

"Isn't that obvious! If you knew, I...

For the first time since I got here, Ambert exploded my emotions. I guess Cross was so special to him.

With his head in his arms, Ambert spoke pompously.

Apparently, Jebella showed Ambert the wreckage of the cross. He was drained of blood all over his body, dragged out of his bowels, hung upside down against the castle gate, and exposed for three days and three nights.

That was my first reunion in years.

"This guy is the enemy of the witch. But you're on the side of the eagles, aren't you?

Apparently Jebella believed Ambert loved herself.

... Stupid witch. That's why your mother's gonna kill you.

"Something broke in me when I saw Cross change. Everything in the world looked black. I won't tolerate it. Dirty witches, Mistrian royalty, ignorant myself. I decided to take revenge on everything in the irrational world. No matter what hand you use."

Though I swore vengeance on everything in this world, I knew I couldn't do it right now. But Ambert didn't seem in a hurry.

For the first time since then, Ambert has awakened to the flashes of magic and invasive brain that dwell within him.

Says it was the moment when the demon man truly woke up.

Carefully, I decided to move cunningly.

Jebella's murder was carried out as planned by Aronia and Schnello.

Ambert deposited the word-savvy finished rose jewels from Jebella, listened to the recipe and let Aronia kill him. Apparently the body was humiliated, chopped up and dumped by the country.

As the great sinner of the Kingslayer, Jebella was to be told to future generations.

"Heh heh, I showed Jebella at death how close I was to Aronia. I don't even love you, it's decided that a young woman is better. Now I thought it was childish, but it worked so well... it just dropped my drinks a little bit"

"Really, you have a bad taste. You didn't love your mother, did you?

"It would be obvious. Because Aronia and Schnello's plan caused Cross's death. But Aronia was a worthy woman."

Although they were each other, Ambert laughed with his nose.

"I concealed myself from being a demon and the finished jewels, and fully learned about witchcraft in my crouge. It was necessary to avenge the witch and the royal family. Aronia, on the other hand, wanted children with me. To replace the covenant of silence with a shoulder, and to use it slowly for human experimentation on the jewels.

... I was a little interested, too. To what extent does "The Witch of Pure Blood" have power, and what happens if Slayzian delusions are realized? The covenant will soon let the child be married to the royal family. I might be able to use it for revenge. That's why I helped you make a baby. "

Taking Ambert's challenging gaze, I held my heart unconsciously.

I knew it. As much as there was no love between my parents.

I knew it was why I was born. Just be used. I've never expected a parent's affection.

Yet when my real father told me clearly again, I learned an irresistible breathlessness, as if lead had stuck in the back of my chest.

But what shall we do? I don't know if I should be angry or sad.

I still have a little grin on my mouth. I feel like some other HR about me, and I'm deluding the passion that should be in me.

"Don't be ridiculous."

A low voice sounded. Step forward so that Ville can shelter me.

His back was trembling. You don't have to look at my face. Ville is angry for me and sad for me.

When I realized, I was exhaling relieved. This is what it means to be saved. Ville's presence made my breathing easier.

Ambert shrugged his shoulders against Ville.

"I hope you're not so angry. I want to tell you the truth without falsehood. Or don't you want to hear it anymore? Did I get scared?

I snuck a deep breath and lined up next to Ville. With a graceful smile, look to the throne.

"No. Let me know from birth until today, Father"

I got the cool voice I wanted.

It's okay. There's nothing to be afraid of.