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

45 The End of a Story

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

Why, why do people say it like I’m bad?

I have always lived righteously.

I grew up secluded in the village behind the mountains.

I don’t remember anything about my parents. It was a grandmother named Sufe who picked me up and raised me as a baby. My grandmother lived alone until then, and it seemed like she had no other family.

He’s silent, he’s faceless, he’s basically scared, but he’s so smart. Not only did I remember the names of the grasshoppers, but I also remembered all the medicines and poisons that could be used.

The strange thing was that my grandmother hid that knowledge in front of the villagers. It was like she was pretending to be just a mediocre old woman. It’s weird. Even though spreading that knowledge would help everyone and get them reviewed.

There are happier things in this world you don’t know. That’s Grandma Sufe’s cliché.

Grandma wanted to seal my power.

I was born and suddenly a weird video descends from the sky. I can see and understand a lot of things I don’t even know, even though I’ve barely been out of the village.

I thought it was like a dream, but one strange landscape after another runs around the back of my brain even when I’m well awake. The other kids said they don’t dream when they’re awake. My little older brother told me that this is what I call a daydream.

One day I saw a pregnant woman in the village fall.

She was just about to get out of the house when she had some kind of heartbreak and went to see how it was going. And I cried out, and stopped the pregnant woman’s feet. There was an animal dig three steps away. If it had gone on like that, maybe it would have fallen just like the video showed.

That’s when I thought.

What I was looking at was footage of the future?

What’s that, wow!

With excitement, my eyebrow crease deepened when I told Grandma Sufe. Don’t say anything nasty and I’m pissed off.

But I don’t think I will.

Closed villages, difficult cohabitants, children who ridicule themselves as orphans, adults who don’t stop it.

I’m not the one who won’t. We’re all much more boring.

Then I hid from my grandmother to test my abilities.

The predictions coming down were hard with so many unclear things. Besides, when I get obsessed and concentrate on the video, it immediately goes dark in front of me and falls. It hurts like a crack in the head.

Grandma quickly found out that she was verifying it. He scolded me for doing something so dangerous.

Grandma worries about me and says loudly, don’t watch the footage, don’t try to use it. Just a little reflection.

But…… you have such a nice power and you can stay without using it?

Even if you know it’s dangerous, you have powers that no one else has, right?

If used well, it can help everyone. You can also become more famous than Aronia, the witch who saved the kingdom of Mistria.

I’m sure one day there will come a time when everyone needs my power… I hope so.

Little by little, I decided to test my powers little by little. Don’t strain your body.

When I turned twelve, I had a very nice dream.

It was a moving picture story. It also has voices and sounds, and cute pictures I’ve never seen.

The title is “Emelda and the Witch Legend”…… because.

Of course the protagonist is me. Join the princes and fellow men on a journey to save the kingdom of Mistria.

The enemy is Sonia Carnelian, daughter of Aronia, the savior witch. A terrible witch who obsesses with a beautiful prince and tries to kill me in the way.

They’re after your life, your people are sacrificed, and you’re thrilled.

But at the end of the day, I’ll marry a prince and I’ll be a real princess. Praised, relied upon and loved by everyone… very happy ending.

‘Heh, that’s amazing. I didn’t know you’d pick up something like this… or some proprietary predictive footage created by your brain? But I don’t want you to know about XXXX.’

When I realized, I forgot the details of the story.

How could the witches have done anything wrong?

Looks like he was trying to build something dangerous……

The other parts of the story got filled with holes.

… Well no. If my prince and I are to be united, I will not care about anything else.

I wish this story became a reality.

It wasn’t always going to happen because it was completely different from the usual footage. Maybe it’s really just a dream.

Still wanting to get a little closer to me in the story, I tried to be bright and honest, friendly to others and enjoy my days emotionally. Of course I cared about familiarity. Because I was so adorable in painting stories.

Sometimes strange things happened during those dreamy days.

When I realize it, time has passed and I don’t remember what happened in the meantime. I wonder if it’s some kind of illness, and I get anxious and talk to my grandmother, but she doesn’t take it personally as “don’t worry”.

In that case, Grandma was in a rare and good mood. I wonder if he was also a visitor while I was losing my memory. The position of the teacup for the guests in the cupboard has changed or a slightly better smell remains in the house……

Well, no. I decided not to care because I had a wonder and a neat head.

The irreplaceable routine of a boring village was hard.

I want to leave the village, but I don’t have enough money, and I don’t know what they’ll say around me if I leave my old grandmother.

At sixteen, I’m sure you’ll meet the prince, just like a picture story.

I had no choice but to believe that.

And the day of destiny came.

The prediction came that a wicked witch would come and kill the villagers. This is just like the preface to “Emelda and the Legend of Witches”.

I acted like a painting story, and I met Lady Rain. And Bill, too.

The real prince was so beautiful that he didn’t think it belonged in this world. Blue eyes glittered like jewels, and I was distraught at a glance.

Kind, smart, dependable, ideal prince.

I want to help him. I want to be needed. And I want to be special loved.

I made up my mind.

Make picture stories real. Defeat the wicked witch Sonia Carnelian to save the kingdom of Mistria and marry Lady Rain.

Not just to fulfill my desires, of course.

Defeat evil and peace in the kingdom will be preserved.

If I do not move, I may rule the kingdom by witches. You definitely can’t do that, can you?

Even if you know you’re going to win at the end of the day, many times a witch is going to kill you if you’re going to conjure up a picture story. I think it’s dangerous.

But I’ll do my best for everyone!

Soon after I met Lady Rayne, my grandmother died. “Aronia is the Wicked Witch”. I don’t really remember, but this is probably just like the picture story. I’m not leaving my grandmother alone to travel.

I politely mourned and prayed. Thanks for everything, Grandma. Because I, Aronia, will spread the word to everyone that I am a bad witch.

“Let’s go, Emelda”

“Yes, sir”

For a while I traveled, I wondered if I would reveal everything to Lady Rain. The backdrop to the weird case they’re chasing is Sonia Carnelian – Lady Rain’s fiancée.

That is a fact that will become apparent little by little throughout the journey, but if I speak the name of the enemy first, the expansion may proceed in a breath.

‘You should stop. Even if a little girl in the country says that all of a sudden, there’s no way you can believe me. It’s important to earn trust first. ”

…… I knew I had to go along with the picture story. I’d rather not do anything extra because the prediction will be covered up depending on what I do.

I have to travel and meet my people everywhere, and if I’m in a hurry, everything will be ruined.

I decided to keep quiet that I knew everything.

Still, there was no inconvenience in resolving the weird case with prediction. Because the prediction really came down when that time came.

The picture story becomes a reality easily if it stays this way.

The only thing that catches my mind is the final showdown.

Everyone in my crew gets hurt. Especially it is clear that Vil will die sheltering me.

This is all I want to dodge for you…

Let’s do our best if we can afford it. Master Rain must be sick. You’re close with Ville, aren’t you?

Actually, I don’t like Ville.

It’s cold, the atmosphere is heavy, and when we’re together, our breath clogs.

Looks cool. I think sword arms are amazing too. But I don’t find it appealing. Rather, I always talk to Lady Rain about confirming the itinerary and so on and cheat.

It feels like they’re depriving me of time to spend with someone I like, and I’m so done with it.

Acting according to the picture story, Ville-kun’s attitude eventually softened. His eyes that see me get feverish.

I just made you a little gentle…… so hungry for love? Something pathetic.

I have sympathy, but it’s getting worse and worse. You might want to stop being thoughtful and keep your distance. Even if you get involved with me, you’ll just die, Vil.

I was wondering if I could ask Lady Rain to protect me from the other knights in the kingdom during the final showdown.

‘No, you can’t. If you don’t be nice to Ville, you won’t be able to protect me. You and Prince Rain are gonna die, aren’t you? I just need to stay like this now. Don’t change the scenario.’

… I figured we’d do as the picture story goes.

Even if you were to die in the final showdown, I’m sure Ville would be happy.

‘Cause you’re gonna die for whoever you want. In fact, in the story of the painting, I took my breath away peacefully.

I can die for Lady Rain, too. Rather, if that’s how you carve your presence into his heart, it’s satisfying. As long as it decays in the village behind the mountain, I want to shine strong even for a moment. I think so.

I’m sorry, Vil.

Everything went well. All the picture stories became reality.

Until that moment.

“… I have only come for the dowry under the covenant made by King Mistria and his mother Aronia. There is no such thing as a crime as Lady Rayne said.”

Along with the first line I heard, I had zero burning redhead from a pure white veil.

On the day of Lady Rain’s and Sonia Carnelian’s wedding, for the first time a discrepancy arose in picture stories and reality.

You’re supposed to curse the prince in anger, but the wicked witch coolly persuaded the audience.

I made a lot of hasty mistakes. I was desperate to marry Lady Rain as planned.

But the wicked witch scoffed at me, and made it clear that she would not marry the royal family of Mistria. I was relieved. She has demanded Ville-kun’s personality as compensation. I don’t believe it.

Could it be that Sonia Carnelian also has the ability to predict?

I’m sure he did. To keep himself from being killed, he took in every witch killer, Ville.

In the meantime, he was placed under house arrest and told by the kingdom to cooperate in testing predictive abilities. If he could not prove his abilities, he was also threatened with acquittal by trial.

That’s not the time!

What shall I do, what shall I do?

The prediction was overturned. What’s going to happen…?

I wanted to know the future and desperately put my strength into the wounded brain.

“I’ve been a grown-up for a while. Don’t worry. The future of the Prince is unshakeable.”

Yes, you are… if you fall down now after being unscrupulous, you worry about everyone. Let’s rest until the prediction comes naturally.

But I’m anxious that Ville-kun isn’t around. When could it be raided by bad witches? Ask the princes and companions who come to see you if you have any letters from Ville.

Guys, Ville tells me there’s no way you’re going to betray us. I think so, too. Because you’re the strongest knight who loves me enough to protect me with his life. Even a beautiful girl doesn’t shake when she’s dead, does she?

…… yeah. That Sonia was a very beautiful witch.

He was colorful, stylish, and seemed smart. I don’t think he’s the same age. Lady Rayne had modestly praised her for meeting her during the ceremony of divestiture. He said we weren’t the enemy right now.

… I hate it.

I wonder what it is. Watching her revives complex emotions.

The woman who took my loved one from the side. Only young is the ugly hearted woman in the handle. That’s what I feel.

Even though Ville is not my loved one, and Lady Rain’s heart is with me, it’s strange.

‘Hehe, I’m scared. I still have it. That’s the feeling. Fine, I’ll give you a chance to get revenge. Let’s start a new scenario. It is time to separate the doomed from the saved.’

One day, horrible footage came down the back of my brain.

It floats on Lady Rain’s skin with a black mole, a prediction of falling and suffering. I almost screamed unexpectedly.

Long time no forecast is short and I don’t know anything else. Can I pass this on to my surroundings in the present situation?

What shall I do, what shall I do?

I was completely blunting my judgment. Until now, it’s good to just act like a picture story. It’s easy to know all the answers, isn’t it?

It wasn’t worth the trouble, and soon I had to talk about predictions. Because Lady Rain told me she was looking for a new fiancée. Terrible. You didn’t mean me?

I’ll never, ever give up.

We’re not going to be looking for a fiancée, are we? The contents of the prediction are the contents.

A while after we talked about the prediction of the curse, horrible footage came up in the back of my brain again.

Where a little young Sonia Carnelian kills people.

By the way, it was interrupted and I didn’t know, but it turns out it was her mother – Aronia Carnelian – who was murdered.

You’re a really bad witch.

He kills his mother in fun and is flat even wet in blood. He seemed kind of used to it. This is her nature, right?

You were a good boy at the wedding ceremony, I can’t forgive you.

“Well… she… is that what you mean”

As predicted, Lady Rain fell, and I was commanded by the Queen to come with my companions to obtain the tear-silver Shizuku.

It kind of brought back the development of the picture story. I don’t have Ville, but you can handle it!

… I set out with exasperation, but the Spiritual Mountain offense failed.

I knew you needed Ville-kun to recreate your picture story. Kingsguard knights, of course, don’t seem to replace Charlotte, Mocha, or Citrine.

Lady Rain will die like this.

Yeah! It’s okay, it’s okay. I’m not out of hands yet.

“Let Ville help you! Lady Rain’s in danger! Whatever you put aside, you’ll definitely cooperate!

“Sure… I can’t go back to King’s Landing with my bare hands.”

Mocha, who was injured, and Citrine returned to the king’s capital, and sometime went to the residence of Lord Azrite with Charlotte, who had a dark expression. To let you see Ville.

From there on out, it was already a streak of incredible things.

The most surprising thing was that Ville was becoming Sonia Carnelian’s lover.

… I must have lost my hue. Pathetic and tearful.

But the worst part is the evil witch I seduced. Simple Ville is just being deceived.

I asked with all my heart. I wanted you to remember how you felt about me. But Vil refused to do so.

The last way to save Master Rain was turned down.

How did this happen?

They all say it like I’m bad.

The lord, his wife, and Ville.

Sonia Carnelian has always had an extra grin. Oh, yeah. The Azrite realm is falling into the wrong hands, and it’s rotten.

Tea was served, the wind of magic was beaten, and scattered.

I don’t like it. I can’t believe I give in to evil here.

I’ve worked hard for everyone’s happiness. It won’t end this way.

I shook my last strength and told him. guilty of killing her mother.

You should panic. Don’t let Ville down.

Cursing the wicked witch, I did my best.

I heard voices and my consciousness surfaced. It was as hard as the body’s savings were rusting.

“I brought Emelda as promised. We also talked about what happened in Azlit territory…. and you keep your word.”

“Oh, thank you. Promised cure.”

Two voices belong to a man. One of you is Charlotte. I don’t know the other voice. I kind of miss it. I think I’ve heard it somewhere, but my head is blurry and I can’t remember it.

“Is this medicine really going to help my sister?

“We have to use it the wrong way. Always take one drop a day, every day for six months. If you let him drink too much, he’ll die. Because it’s a drama drug.”

“Okay…. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome…. but you didn’t have any luck. If the medicine went well, it would be a level of medicine that would be developed in about a decade. As long as the times were right, you didn’t have to betray your people.”

I hear a grin that tickles my ears. What you’re saying is disturbing, but a nice voice.

“I’m not blaming you. I’m sympathetic. You’re not bad at all. It doesn’t matter. Just do it once in a while.”

“… you don’t need me anymore. Bye.”

Charlotte-kun’s footsteps turn away at the end of his frustrating voice. Wait. Explain what’s going on.

I lifted up my body with all my strength. There was no more Charotte-kun in the room.

This is like a castle in the king’s capital. The spire outside the window looked familiar. I should have been in Azrite…… wonder how many days have passed since then.

“I’m up. You look pale. Are you okay?”

“Huh.”

A man stands in front of me.

My vision blurs, like when I open my eyes in the water. The scenery around you is clearly visible, but only the person can recognize it.

Who’s there?

The question instantly melted and it didn’t matter.

“Thanks Emelda too. Thanks to you, I have important information. [M] It was worth prolonging the life of the brain at the expense of taste, fear, self-control and reason.”

I wonder what you’re talking about. I don’t know.

The man took my hand and walked out. I follow without defying. It was strange not to be different from anyone else. This castle, there’s no sign of people.

“Let’s go see Prince Rain’s face. It’s time to limit your health. You’re worried, aren’t you?

“… Lady Rain!

That’s right. I want to see you soon. My favorite. Future husband.

I haven’t seen him since he fell down with a curse. I’ve been worried about you and I couldn’t let you see me. My breasts are going to break because of my love and uncut.

It was that room, and I rushed out to the door where I was pointed. The man who guided me chuckles. I felt an intense nostalgia that made my chest hot, and in the next moment I forgot everything. Now all I can think about is my prince.

“Master Rain!

When the door was opened, the smell of a misty rose spread. A stunning large ring of red roses adorns the window.

Master Rayne was groaning painfully behind a bed with a lid. There’s Mocha by my side.

You were encouraging me, I think I’m holding his hand. My chest was upset by the sight. I guess I’m just too familiar with your husband for your maid’s sake.

“Emelda… you’re back. Good.”

Mocha snaps and releases Lady Rain’s hand.

“Emelda……?

Beyond the veil, Lady Rain calls my name. With a crying voice. I heard you were unconscious, but I woke up!

Yeah. I don’t care about Mocha. I need to wipe Lady Rain’s tears for you. I want to see those jewel-like eyes fast.

“Kill me… I will…”

“Oh, no. Hold on! Rain -”

And I went into my bedside, and lost my word.

Master Rain turns away with his eyes closed. I don’t even seem to have the power to cover it up with my hands anymore.

A nasty black mole floating on his beautiful face. I got chilly. The mole is twirling like a bug crawled through her skinny cheek. Skin that looked like white magnet has no shadow to see.

I heard that this is a sign of appearance to those who cursed humans. I also saw it in predictive footage. But, but the real thing is so…

“Kimochi Bad”

My voice echoed in the room. That’s crazy. I know as much about this as I should, even if I think about it.

Blue eyes that have lost their brilliance are opened in despair.

“Oh no! Don’t look at me!

I could be cursed if I looked at you.

As I rushed to the corner of the room, I heard a messy whimper from the top of the bed. I wonder if it’s broken, Master Rain. It’s pathetic, but it’s not my fault, is it? You shouldn’t curse humans.

“Oh, Emelda, my goodness -!”

Mocha gets furious and looks at the incredible. I remember being criticized in the Aspinel family, and my heart pounded loudly. Oh, yeah. I’m still the bad guy here, am I?

I don’t care about anything anymore. I don’t know why I’ve been working so hard anymore.

“I’ve stopped. I didn’t get tear silver Shizuku, so the prince won’t help me anyway. I don’t know about the rest. Master Rain gives it to Mocha. Because I don’t like it anymore.”

Ah. Picture stories are, after all, fake crops.

I was not a heroine. There is no ideal prince either.

… Yeah, you can look again. I traveled and found out. The world is so vast that there is a human who will surely make me happy somewhere. In the next moment, that kind of prediction could come down!

Mistria can no longer be expected, and let’s go to another country. Looking forward to it.

“Thank you for your help so far. Thank you, goodbye.”

It’s important to say hello properly, isn’t it? When I grinned, Mocha breathed.

A sharp gaze pierces my whole body’s skin.

At that moment, I was blinded. It’s blood on the floor. The sight of a whole stretch of blood floats behind my brain.

Now, what’s the prediction?

From there I saw all the events slowly. I can’t move because of my eyesight.

Mocha grabbed the vase from the window and threw the rose and water away in a grand way. And shake up your arms with vases near me.

My eyes were nailed to red roses in the air. The petals scatter like dancing. I’m kind of sorry I fell in love with you.

Red doesn’t like it because it reminds me of that witch.

White sparks can be played in sight along with dull sounds.

Knowing that the prediction had hit me at the end, my story came to a palpable end.