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

43 Heroin Secrets

The Aspinel family mansion has my room.

I was going to stay about a week a month from the time I was eight years old, and it was prepared. They have it ready for use after the education and whenever they come.

Take off your shoes and go up into a bed with a canopy, string it up on the four pillars for anti-bugging magic. Inviting from the bed at the same time as the completion of the junction, Ville came up without any particular resistance. The mind is not here and so on.

“Whatever you scream in here, you can’t hear it outside.”

“What are you screaming about?”

“It’s a mess in your heart, isn’t it? You can cry.”

“… nothing”

“Be strong.”

I counted the folds and pointed them out.

Having made the choice to abandon Prince Rain. That I put the ugliness of my first love girl near my eyes. That I have become ashamed of myself for knowing Charotte’s patriotism and prioritizing my well-being. That I have no idea what to do next…. and then the fact that my lover showed me a dark goodbye.

When he showed him that he was okay, Ville fell into bed like he was doing his best.

“You… how can you seem so happy to know everything… isn’t it awful?

You won’t have a choice. Because the depravity of Ville is what I want.

More than my best friend, more than my first lover, more than the people of Mistria, Ville chose the happiness that is with me. It would have been a bitter choice. I love you so much for your self-loathing and bitter ville.

If Phantom, for example, would naturally choose me and regret nothing. Because I’m a blind fanatic.

But Ville isn’t.

Even if you have decided to give me the highest priority, it is painful that you are actually pretending not to see it in the crisis of your best friend or home country. Even for the better while I was immersed in happy days, as soon as I learned about the likelihood of the outside world, I would be attacked by a sobering guilt.

After all, you’re the owner of a decent nerve, aren’t you, Ville?

We can’t immerse ourselves in trying to break it off if we’re even happy.

But I like that kind of clumsy ville.

Always set me up to pick me, and I can’t believe I’m happy with Ville’s distressing appearance… I’m distorted, contradictory.

“I think it’s bad. So I’ll hear your dissatisfaction. Spit out everything you want to say right now. In my own words.”

Ville leaked her weak voice as she stuck to the sheets. I think I’ve noticed.

“I’m flirtatious. Maybe Emelda’s right. How has it changed so much in just a few months?”

Ville squeaks in a pompous manner.

If I were my old self, I would not hesitate to choose the path to help Prince Rain. Whether you abandoned your happiness or broke up with me, even if you knew you were going to die as Miss Emelda’s shield, you would have martyred in the righteousness of a knight who helps the weak.

Yeah, that was a chunk of self-sacrificing spirit.

“But now I’m trapped by just one person, and I’ll leave the rest to others… no. If I feel like I’m a human being, but Sonia’s laughing, I don’t care about anything anymore. Is that good?

“That’s good. I’d love to, wouldn’t I?

“I have no regrets for choosing you. But rely, ask for complexion, and respond as you are asked… so I’m really anxious to make you happy. If I think of you, I have to be a more reliable man. As much as Lord Sunnig, I can’t protect you if I don’t become the kind of man who can get ahead and prepare a lot of things… I’m worried about you like this, and I’m disgusted when I think I’m making you take extra care of me”

A bunch of weak sounds that flow. Most women will feel depressed, but I have a broken chest for some reason. Feels like you’re getting a craving for asylum?

I wish I had thrown away my weird pride and been spoiled. I don’t want an all-powerful hero or anything. I’d love that if Ville helped me, but you don’t have to do anything for me. I wish you were alive.

“Actually, I’m sorry, so Sonia wouldn’t trust me, would she? There’s no way to say that…”

A ravenous voice echoes over the fabric. I gently stroked Bill’s head somewhere soggy. They used to shake it off right away, but now they do, but they still do. Ha, sweetie. My rough heart heals because of some little girl……

“Oh, you won’t be deluded.”

Will take my hand as a hack. Shaking eyes look up at me.

“I don’t feel sorry for you, and I didn’t doubt how Bill felt. But I was a little nervous because I knew my heart was shaking. Yeah, I thought you’d definitely stay with me…. That’s my obsession with Ville, but I didn’t like it that much?

I was desperate not to give it to Miss Emelda.

When he told him so, Ville nodded his face to the futon in a hurry. It’s no use hiding your face. Because my ears are red.

“can be said not to need even haphazardly. I’m sorry I showed you the shaking, but don’t tell me again.”

“Okay. Ville looked great…… glad you chose me in front of everyone”

Say thanks and thank you. Did you regain your spirit after a while. Ville got up and wrapped my hands around mine with both of his own.

“I’m feeling a little better. I’m sorry. Is Sonia okay with not screaming? They say a lot of insensitive things… about Emelda, you’re mad at me, aren’t you?

“Don’t worry. I don’t want to kill you anymore.”

I can’t stay emotionally disturbed by the trinket forever. I have to switch heads.

When I returned the grin and smile, Ville’s cheeks tightened.

“Well… I’m not sheltering, but something was wrong with Emelda. I wasn’t a kid I couldn’t see that far before. Again, the stress of predictive abilities gradually makes my brain…”

“As for that, I’ve learned something about Miss Emelda’s abilities. He doesn’t seem to realize it, but he probably has powers other than prediction”

When I corrected my posture, Bill imitated it, too. Looks like you cleared up all your worries first, too, and let’s talk serious.

The loose air tightens tightly.

“I’m the only one who knows what it was like to kill your mother. Knowing that would mean Miss Emelda peeked into my memory. I feel chilly.”

“Can you do that? That’s what happened.”

I heard a breathtaking noise. That’s an incredible look. Actually, I can’t believe it either.

“Normally I can’t. Or maybe Miss Emelda’s brain can make the impossible possible, although no one has ever been able to. Her other abilities are…… omniscient”

The top magic of knowledge, through the river of magic in nature, interfering with people’s memories and grasping everything in this world.

The Seven Prohibited Tests “Taboo” on Knowledge as well as Prediction. Equal power to God no one has acquired since history.

Then I can also snort that I know “morrow”, another product of space-time.

So through my brain, Miss Emelda grasped what I saw in the past with all-knowing power.

… It’s against the rules.

Just after defeating Zeoli in Bannheid, I dreamed of my past memories. Abominable memories, always closed in the depths of my mind, appeared in the superficial layer of my mind.

At that time, Miss Emelda, who separated the distance, may have peeked into my memory.

Miss Emelda didn’t mention the scoop that I killed my mother at the wedding ceremony because I still didn’t know then. If you think about it, you can be convinced.

“No, that’s crazy. The ability to know everything, right? Then Emelda can’t be wrong. Why do you think you’re such a wicked witch?”

says Ville.

If you really have all-knowing power, it’s odd that you don’t know that I’m not a wicked witch, the mastermind of a weird case, or the place of King Mistria. She is too ignorant.

“Her full knowledge is not perfect. I wouldn’t be surprised if I didn’t use my predictive abilities. I guess you only get information that’s badly biased, regardless of your intentions.”

Naturally, if you say so. There is no way that all the knowledge of the world can fit into a single human brain. That’s what makes me an abandoned man in an instant in the process of tracing the river of magic. It’s impossible to get some information.

“And you’re too biased in your information, aren’t you? Why do you think you’re only getting exquisitely worst information, like you assume I’m evil?

Ville shook her head to the side. Sounds good.

Prince Rain said she was a ‘born predictor’.

Human beings born specialized in prediction and all-knowing. Born to gather information, it’s like a “kompy” from a previous life. And “kompy” is a handy tool created by human hands.

That’s what I thought, I got to one possibility.

“What about her, your parents?

Ville answers, bewildered by the sudden question.

“I hear he’s not here. I lived with an unconnected old woman in a village in the back of the mountain. The old woman is Jebella’s apprentice, already dead. Other than that, Emelda didn’t seem to know either…”

I knew the setup by “afterwards,” but I nodded once I checked.

“Then maybe she was created by someone. One of the seven forbidden thoughts of witches, witchcraft about life – by the creation of artificial life.”

Ville dotted her eyes and solidified.

“Artificial life…… you mean an artificially created person with Emelda? Impossible… logic has suddenly leapt.”

“Right. But if there’s someone who created Miss Emelda, and they’re sorting out the information they give her, all of them will fit.”

Pull out the information you need with all you know, and sometimes make you make predictions. Never, however, make Miss Emelda aware of important information, and only carefully select and give it what is convenient. Fully grasp her brain itself, even manipulate her emotions, and move things the way she wants.

“If I make things, I can manipulate them freely. No, should I say I built it so I could operate freely?

Don’t you understand, Ville got a headache-grabbing look. I have a sense that I’m talking absurdly. But I don’t have any other beautiful answers.

So who created Miss Emelda? What is its purpose?

I don’t know for sure. I’m not sure yet either.

But there are things that bother me.

Miss Emelda’s unusual hostility towards me and the terrorist organization’s attempts to incriminate me.

Two beings try to make me evil.

If these two are not irrelevant and connected…

“I wonder if the man who created Miss Emelda and the boss of the terrorist organization are the same person. He – maybe it’s her, but he’s the mastermind of it all.”

It’s a grand plan. If it is not a lie that Miss Emelda is sixteen years old, he will have been masterful for such a long time.

“The weird incident, the strangulation at the wedding ceremony, and the curse terrorism were manipulating Miss Emelda on the surface as she moved behind. One of Mr. Mastermind’s purposes is to broil me out. Of course, Miss Emelda doesn’t realize she’s being manipulated.”

I mean, Miss Emelda was a pathetic puppet who was involved in terrorism without knowing anything. Inevitably, Ville and Prince Rain, who have traveled with her, will also have played a part in enemy operations.

“We were working a weird case to collect material for the jewels, weren’t we? You let Emelda bother you with that? Why?”

“Well… the collection of materials could have been a glare to deceive the king or me. I wonder if the purpose was to prepare under the witch hunt.”

To secretly infiltrate the people with the dangers of witches and to raise their voices when they should come. In fact, if kings and princes die as they are caused by curses, the country is likely to be rough and witch hunting will occur.

“Zeoli said the goal was to take over the kingdom and create a witch kingdom, but I don’t know if it’s true. It may be the wish of Mr. Mastermind to destroy all the royals, the people, the witches, every Mistria.”

Ville looked pale and held her around the heart.

“Such an idiot…”

“It’s just a reasoning. But it will be clear if you go to the King’s Capital if it is a target hassle. Getting your hands on the royal family is in the final stages of the plan. I’m sure there’s a mastermind nearby. … Then I would like to accompany my brother, who delivers tear silver Shizuku, in order to get a clue from the enemy.”

I must meet a man named “That One”, the mastermind of the strange incident and the curse terrorism. I insist on sinning against me and trying to raise it to the tabular stage, I want to make that clear.

It’s the perfect thing to ruin my life any more. I’ll settle for you.

Ville turned her eyes round.

“Are you gonna go? Too dangerous.”

“It’s okay. With me and Ville in place, I won’t be late for any witch or magician. If the enemy is after me, that would be convenient.”

In fact, I don’t think Zeoli would have come into contact with me if Ville hadn’t fallen under the curse either. Because it will be hard to turn two witches of the “Raspus” class and the Kingdom’s most powerful class of witch-killer swordsmen to their enemies at the same time.

I just don’t know the size of the other organization, so I’m afraid I’ll be raided leaving it to numbers. Still easy for fighting visible enemies. Rather come. I’ll give you a grip.

“Even if we go back to Kruge without doing anything like this, we’re in danger. If rumors spread that I’m an evil witch, I don’t know what will happen.”

In the unlikely event that the witch hunt begins, the enemy becomes the general public. It’s hard to get to the person who fans it. If you keep static and the situation gets worse, you won’t be able to move. When I realize it, every tree sea will be on fire, and what a laughable situation it could be.

“If it’s dangerous to stand up to it or stay, I think we should move now”

Miss Emelda, who would be the enemy’s biggest source, is in our hands now. It doesn’t make it overwhelming. Well, back in Mr. Mastermind’s hands. It’s not as threatening as it sounds.

I don’t know how to put it, but if Miss Emelda is a more usable tool, then both I and the Kingdom of Mistria are falling into the hands of the enemy. I’m sure even Mr. Mastermind won’t be able to use it perfectly. The Witch’s Seven Prohibitions are not that easy.

Ville roared in confusion.

“Sounds like you’ve decided your mind already…”

“Doesn’t Bill feel the same way? If you abandon Prince Rain like this, you’ll regret it.”

I know. The truth is, even Ville wants to go to King’s Capital and help Prince Rain. I want to examine the roots of all evils and preserve peace in Mistria. If it’s peaceful around you, you can feel at ease.

But for my own safety, I just couldn’t tell you that I wanted to go to King’s Capital.

Unlike when I was in Van Hyde, there’s no reason to dismiss Ville’s wishes this time around. Rather, the interests are in agreement. We have to go help the prince to crush the enemy’s plan.

“The prince owes me… I’m able to live a crowded life because the prince recommended me as a knight. If I can return the favor, I can be by your side without any untrained or guilty feelings. And…”

Ville squeezed her expression and nodded.

“If I can settle with an enemy after you, I’m where I want to be…. Let’s go. I will protect you no matter what.”

I take a straight glance, and I laugh flamboyantly.

“Then I’ll protect you about Ville. So trust me and follow me.”

Ville looked slightly less funny, but eventually laughed like she was out of strength.

I don’t feel like losing to anyone.