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

When I was a child, an adult I didn't know told me. "It's something I can laugh at a lot," he said.

How innocent I can laugh at you for being born that way, for the sake of my witchkiller son, for annoying my aunt family who took it from me... that's what I meant.

Nothing. I wasn't having fun and laughing.

It just tickled my neighbor's cat to rub over.

I knew my position well enough.

Once the king capital of Mistria was attacked by a witch. It was a reward for the harsh witch hunt, and the then king of Mistria, who was in the lead, said he had been beheaded by a witch.

My father was the head of a knighthood that was actually hunting witches, close to his absolute loyalty to the king.

The wrath of the witch was also directed at my father. The mightiest knight who would have lived with pride in his chest took his weight wife hostage and reached a miserable end.

But my father wasn't the only one who died in the witch's raid. Innocent people also lost a lot of money. I was very neglected by the survivors.

This would not have happened if your father hadn't kept killing the witch.

Your father should have killed his own wife, but he should have fought the witch to protect the people.

I guess what we all say is right.

Young I had no objection, I had to kill my emotions and live.

Happy or unhappy or nuclear, my aunt took me away from the orphanage. It's probably because it adds to the cost of living.

Selling magic was like cutting myself out, and I was always hungry.

I've never tasted full. Next to my cousins eating a big hamburger, I snap a slice of vegetables.

My aunt was perfect on the outside, but in the house she was blatantly discriminating against my own sons and me. Don't forget to thank me for taking it from you.

I had no choice but to give up that it was a matter of mindfulness and questioning the status quo. The days of patience continue.

I gradually started resenting my parents.

Why do I have to live in pain alone? If you're not even allowed to laugh, there's no point in being alive. There was only despair in the future.

"Your father is not bad. I think he was a noble knight."

It was a beautiful boy with blue eyes who saved me like that.

At the age of ten, in the winter, we met in a library that came to snooze the cold. When he found out my name, he took me to a library where I couldn't get in without special credentials.

"Only four people, including your father, have won the Lalimade militant tournament for the third consecutive year since the founding of Mistria. He's been awarded a special medal many times since joining the Knights. He was the youngest knight ever to be promoted to head of a regiment."

No one told me that story. I touched my father's name on record and for the first time in my life I was born proud.

On the other hand, he also touched on a horrible record.

It is an old book describing the nature of the witch, not placed on the bookcase on the table.

He had stripped the child and turned it into an experiment in witchcraft.

She bathed in her biological daughter's blood because it was good for beauty.

He tragically killed the Lords for not inviting them to the feast.

They say there are such records in countries all over the continent.

"Your father did nothing but hunt witches on my grandfather's orders. Looks like my grandfather took the witch pretty seriously. It's over a hundred years old, but there's a lot of material in the castle library about witches in recent years. And I think my grandfather found out about The Definitive Things That Lead to Oppressing Witches. Unfortunately, some materials were lost."

"... Huh? Grandfather? Castle?

"I'm sorry I totally spoiled you. Actually, I'm the prince of this country."

Prince Rain has long been a bad person.

I say that after we become friends. No, I didn't realize you were noble from your stature or words or deeds. I'm a fool, too, but you wouldn't think a prince of a country wandering around the capital without an escort.

After a while the prince found out about my life, he brought a letter of recommendation to the training school for knights.

"Ville, why don't you go for a knight? Your father was the best sword for my grandfather. [M] I want it too. A knight who can place absolute trust. And I want to talk to my best friend in the castle."

That seemed like a thorny path.

The next king, that will also eventually become the knight of Prince Rain's side service who welcomes the witch to the main room. Even though it would require an effort to spit blood reflexes, it was still visible that the matter of birth would give rise to a stir around them.

But I wanted to help the prince. I wanted to protect it.

He wanted to give me back the power to live.

I wanted to know more than anything.

A secret hidden from the witch.

Prove that the witch is evil.

That's how I aspired to be a knight, really spitting blood reflexes for six years, loaded with drills, and became the prince's Kingsguard knight in sixteen.

For being a prince's spokesperson and his appointment, he further refined not to be insulted.

The moon flew in an instant, and by the time I was at the head of the Kingsguard, rumors of a strange case using magic reached the castle.

The witch did it.

So intuitive, the prince and I decided to leave the castle and go after the killer.

"Ville, take this. You'll be able to use it now."

On the day he traveled, the prince handed me a sword.

It was the witchkiller of my father Cross Obsidia's shapes. It seems the Mistrian royal family has kept it until now just because things are.

"Are you sure? Your Majesty's forgiveness..."

"I didn't get direct forgiveness, but I have been acquiesced. It was Sedonil who gave this to me."

Sedonil has been the king's sidekick for many years, and while plagued by the prince's habit of running away, he is always a likeable man of those who earnestly guide themselves. "If you're going to follow in the footsteps of a wicked witch who makes a scene in the country," he said, allowing me to have a witchkiller.

"It's just, 'Don't do anything fancy though'. My fiancée wouldn't look good if she found out that my best knight was wearing a witchkiller. Let my safety and my restrictions of movement be my sword."

The prince said to himself in a mockery.

The prince seemed to have no good feelings for his decided fiancée from before he was born. He said he would send a letter with no such thing, no flavor, no gaps, no emotions, boring. For example, to say "I look forward to seeing you" to each other, it never says "I want to see you soon". They make it easy for a completely feverless exchange.

Daughter of Aronia, the Witch of the Redemption......

If we serve Prince Rain, we'll meet face to face sooner or later. You may also be escorting or assisting the queen in her official duties.

I wondered if one day there would come a day when I could hang my head on a witch, and like a prince, I even got depressed.

As I pursued the strange case, I learned so much about the witch's ugliness that I didn't like it.

Rip the face of a beautiful woman, circle the child's eyeballs, and implant explosives in a warcraft to make biological weapons......

A bunch of crazy cases that I don't think are roughly human occupations.

After all, witches are evil.

Most of the witches I catch spit out words that don't make sense and harm themselves, or the guards get killed by a slightly gazed gap. Probably mouth sealed by other witches.

I slaughtered and killed the witch. When witchkillers suck up their magic and taste intense hunger, they recall the pain they suffered as children in chains.

And day by day my heart stood.

"It's me, and I want you to laugh, too, Vil! You'll be happy if you laugh!

On my journey, I met one girl.

Fluffy, pale green hair with glittering ugly eyes. He has a cute face that still remains young, but occasionally has a grown up look.

The girl - Emelda was a witch hater.

Hate kids can't be witches. Besides, he says he's predictive. It was a lie.

For a while after we met, I hit her cold. But she didn't do anything, she didn't read the air, and she was desperate to make me laugh.

I was the one who took root first. Sometimes I would only forgive Emelda my heart and laugh unconsciously.

She has more strange powers than her predictive abilities. Her smile soothes people and makes them feel warm. It fills my heart.

I started chasing Emelda with my eyes at some point.

She becomes more beautiful and dazzling every day.

I wondered why, and I realized.

She's beautiful because she's in love. My eyes staring at Prince Rain get hotter every day.

And I can't wait to feel dazzled, because I must have fallen in love with her.

I wish I hadn't noticed.

I decided to seal my heart early.

You can't be against a prince. Besides, I can't make Emelda happy with a boring guy like me.

I was even hesitant to touch it with my hands wet in the blood of a witch.

A wise and beautiful prince and an emotional and poor girl.

I think you two look great. You'll be happy.

... Me too, happy. That's fine if the two loved ones are laughing at me.

The more I know about the people of Emelda, the more realistic the heavens she receives.

[The Red Witch's daughter will bring the scourge of doom to Mistria]

The prince, who thought that a series of incidents were connected, made the most of Emelda's predictions, letting him spit the name of the mastermind from multiple witches at last with his thoughts.

Sonia Carnelian.

She was the prince's fiancée's witch.

My daughter, who brings disaster, is definitely this woman.

The truth of the raid twenty years ago was also revealed in the potato ceremony. Aronia is not a savior or anything like that. Bad girl who drowned in greed, killed her master, and disgraced her status and honor. My parents and innocent people have been sacrificed in the process.

As it is, the daughter of a bad girl becomes the wife of a prince with an unfamiliar face as she carries out further evil deeds.

... Oh, I hate witches. Not a single good witch.

They always take what's important to me.

It's short-circuited now that I think about it, but I was convinced that defeating Sonia Carnelian would end it all. Because the situation was so clean.

We came to the wedding ceremony to change the fate of Mistria, and it ended unexpectedly.

Sonia broke up her engagement to the prince lightly and wanted me as her squire instead.

She was a beautiful woman with frozen spines.

Long, glossy red hair to the tip of the hair, red copper eyes that hold an intelligent light. It entails a luscious and decadent atmosphere, causing the beholder to fear. I felt the same way when I first pulled the witchkiller out of my sheath.

The opposite of Emelda from what to what.

Sonia's expression is all about laughing at people, and I have no idea what she's thinking. I even remembered the creepiness so that I could see no anger or sadness at all, even when I was bulldozed in public.

Personality is worse than I thought.

He's not going to wear a cat in front of me. I told him I hated witches, too. Sonia was drifting away, even though she threatened to kill him immediately if she imitated badly. Uncomfortable.

... but if you want to put me or witchkiller by your side and use it for some sort of plot, it's convenient. I would never do what I thought I would. I will thwart Sonia's purpose. And prove yourself an evil witch, and let him try to save Emelda with the prince in distress.

"I won't say anything bad. Miss Sonia is not the opponent of Ville's enemies. You'd better follow her for a while."

After successfully completing the ritual of divestiture, Prince Rain said, seeping through fatigue. I've never seen such a weak figure.

"Surely that woman is right, the covenant is no longer fulfilled. Mistria may not perish. But she's definitely hiding something.... It's just a thought, but that's killing people. That's the kind of air I'm haunting."

I can tell by the witch in my hands, unwillingly.

"I think you can count on it. But there's no proof."

"I'll look for it. If that woman's going to use me, chances are bound to come. I'll take care of it. I'm sure I'll help Prince and Emelda."

The prince laughed powerlessly.

"I'm glad you're worried about us, but now you better worry about yourself, Vil. Maybe she just really likes you and wants to put you by her side"

"... Huh?

Prince Rain said Sonia's eyes got slightly colder when she talked about me earlier in the temple's little room.

"It's just my idea, but I think Miss Sonia is obsessed with you. I don't know why. Are you okay? In the worst case scenario, you might be asked to relate to your body."

I said no jokes about my bad taste, but the prince's eyes were serious.

"No way...... it won't be possible"

"Why is Ville so underrated?"

Sighing at him, the prince said.

"Ville...... don't really push it. You don't have to think about helping us. Just don't let Miss Sonia cage you. That's all you need to be careful with."

I hope you don't make Emelda sad.

I couldn't respond to the prince's words.

It's okay, me.

The prince is just tired and crazy about his tongue battle with the witch.

On the road, he was pressed against his chest on a horse, he was about to be fed with meat, he was clinging to a sick child and he was in the same room, but it was all his fault.

There's no way Sonia's asking for me. It's not going to be weird.

So it's okay...... it's okay......

"It took me a while. I'm sorry."

As I held my head in the corner of the room, my wet red hair swayed at the edge of my sight.

Sonia appeared in black negligee and my stomach shrunk.

When Sonia wraps around black, she shows a white skin with no scratches, and a good style emerges. What is this colour even though the exposure isn't that high? My throat rang unexpectedly at the sweet scent of the fruit that plundered my nose.

Are you sure you're the same sixteen as Emelda?

I wonder how important it can be raised to embody overwhelming beauty in this way.

I headed to the bathroom to escape. Put cold water on your head and bite your back teeth off.

It's okay. I don't act like I'm ashamed of my parents, my prince, and Emelda.

Witches are abominable beings.

Whatever you look like, don't be confused.

Back in the room in spiritual unity, Sonia was already round in the futon. The lights are out and the scent of flowers is spreading throughout the room. Apparently, he burned incense.

"Good night, Ville"

Sleep deprivation was the enemy of beauty, and Sonia closed her eyes as she murmured.

I relieved myself from the bottom of my heart while eating my thoughtful shoulder blush. They don't even care about that over there.

Sit on the corner of the room and wrap it in a blanket.

Come to think of it, there's no way you can sleep with a witch in the same room. I should still have gone to the tavern. It just softens my nerves.

The devil gave it to me.

I can easily take Sonia's neck now. We have to spend some time together. Just thinking disgusts me. You can look for evidence of evil later. Right here and now......

I was unconsciously reaching out to kill a witch.

"Ville, do that when you get back to Kruge. There are sick children in this inn right now."

Cold sweat conveyed his back to his sleepy voice.

Everything is foreseen.

What a horrible woman. I can't get a moment out of my mind.

The melancholy is still going to continue on the road to Kruge.