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

6 Prince of Disaster

“You say funny things. You think I have the power of prediction, too?

“You don’t have to be yourself. I was wondering if anyone could use more power than Emelda.”

“I have mastered the magic of past sight, but that’s digging up memories of what I’ve been through, and I can’t see the future. It would be convenient if you had the ability to predict.”

When I grinned, Prince Rain put his head on. He’s aware he’s saying unrealistic things.

“I don’t know how. Why were you smiling so plainly yesterday? The prince of one country strangled me on the occasion of a wedding, and forced me into a predicament in a place where no one is on my side, and that restlessness is impossible. All the more so if you are truthful and innocent. If I can get dressed like this, it seems like it would be good to rush.”

Surely that attitude could have been unnatural. But if you look like you’re still here, it’s like they’re pointing at a star, right? It makes me persuasive about the prince’s story.

So it was best to behave sparingly on that occasion.

By and large, acting in a hurry is something that just makes me laugh. I can’t do it in the first place.

Well, what shall we do?

I learned about that development in the “aftermath” of my previous life, and it can’t be accepted that I confessed.

… but being questioned by this hand is within your assumptions.

“I was ready. I was wondering if you had someone else in mind when the reply to your letter was interrupted.”

If I told him to sigh mixed, the prince clouded his face. Come on, let me not hesitate to poke you where it hurts.

“But even before dowry, it’s something that makes me think a lot and depressed. Besides, I had nothing but anxiety about marrying someone I’d never seen face to face… I thought you wouldn’t show up at worst, but I just had to laugh at the way that development beyond that worst was waiting.”

“Miss Sonia……”

“Oh, I see, I was desperate. There must be no miserable crying down on that occasion, nor any outrage at all. I wanted to reveal the truth my mother had been hiding for twenty years, but I wanted to protect my pride. What a strong, stupid woman. Do you think I’m gonna get stunned?

Needlessly, Ville’s suspicious gaze is piercing. That much of a lie?

But Prince Rain in front of him shook his head sideways at first sight.

Right. You don’t deserve to deny my words. It doesn’t matter if I’m evil or good. Because it’s true that my fiancée missed depression on another woman.

For once this should explain that there was no upset. It’s something the prince can’t pursue deeply.

Is that enough pathetic bullshit for you?

Honestly, it’s not a pattern, is it?

“I’m not a predictor. Not a single one around me either. As you know, the development of predictive abilities is one of the Seven Prohibited Tests” taboos “for witches. It’s very dangerous, isn’t it?

The prince is still staring at me in surprise.

“Weird person. It would be more realistic if you still suspected your people.”

I have a traitor who leaked information to me, and I think it fits. Though I expected him to be a ghost of suspicion, the prince just laughed lightly. I think I believe in my people.

… If it’s the original, one of my friends will betray you? You all right, buddy?

Well, I don’t know what happens because I’m not going to instigate it.

“Um… Prince Rain, what’s going to happen to Emelda”

Where the conversation was interrupted, Ville inquired terribly.

“He’s locked in a room in the castle, awaiting his next prediction. He’s desperately in pain about how he can crack this situation down.”

You imagine a thinker working so hard, both Prince and Ville had sinister faces.

I knew you wanted to kill me, that woman……

“Really, how could this be… oh, no, I’m not blaming Miss Sonia. I’m angry at my lack of clarity. I wonder where I made the wrong choice. Until now, everything would have worked out if we had prevented bad predictions. What do we do now…”

Pathetic or stupid?

It’s hilarious to be swept too far by the power of imperfect prediction.

“It’s full of things I don’t know… The witch I caught wants a ‘rosy life’, but I’m not sure what ‘Thorn Toss’ means when it’s stabbed…”

Uh, uh.

Prince, if you say anything more, you’re going to die.

If I don’t plug this guy’s mouth…

I don’t know what else to do. You want to be a jerk.

“Teach me, word for word, the heavenly revelation that Miss Emelda has received”

The prince replied even as he tilted his neck.

[The Red Witch’s daughter will fulfill her covenant and bring the scourge of doom to Mistria. You seek the Blue Prince and the four comrades, and refuse to do so]

I exhaled small.

This is the same wording as the original.

“Sure, when it comes to red witches in Mistria, it’s about your mother, and I’m the only one with that daughter. And the word covenant associates me with Prince Rain’s engagement… but that’s too vague. I thought you were affirming that you were evil in my name.”

How many red-haired or red-eyed witches would there be in the world? At least it’s not just your mother or me. Don’t you really know if even the covenant is about marrying Prince Rain?

“It just seems clouded my judgment because of the frequency of strange incidents by witches and my name being mentioned as a mastermind. Failure to carefully verify the predicted contents will be responsible for this failure.”

“No, but the conformance so far can be ignored…”

“Really? Then give up a hundred steps. If that red witch’s daughter is me, and her marriage to Lady Rain will destroy Mistria, then you don’t have to worry about anything anymore. If you care about Miss Emelda’s predictions, Mistria has been saved.”

The prince solidified as if he had been washed through the void.

“My marriage to Prince Rain is gone, and the covenant will never be truly fulfilled again. Then there will be no doom disaster in Mistria. Isn’t that right?

If it’s the original version, it’s where Sonia gets mad and the wave’s “second best” begins where she curses the prince, but reality didn’t.

Good for you, Prince Rain.

“It didn’t seem to be the solution Lady Rain wanted, but it does serve its purpose. Are you still sorry? If everything doesn’t work out, is it a failure? Did you really want to be a hero of the Redemption with Miss Emelda?…… that is too greedy. What did you most want to protect?

You were cursing me of being a witch of greed, but I’ll let you return the words just like that.

After a while the prince raised his hands and shook his shoulders. Masochistic laughter sounds.

“Shit…. I did jeopardize my position as Prince Wang, Emelda was taken prisoner, and Ville was taken away by you. I don’t know the mastermind of the strange incident, and where the scourge of doom means remains a mystery… but I don’t mind if we can avoid the demise of Mistria. That’s the most important thing.”

You suck, I am.

That’s how he groaned, and the prince brought it to the cheap chair. How tired I am, my body looks heavy.

“I’m sorry I let you hang out with my self-satisfaction, Miss Sonia. As representatives of the kingdom and the witch, one day we will shake hands of friendship, although we will be others in red through the ritual of dissolution.”

“… Yep. Someday.”

Today is not that day yet.

Though I backed down for now, even the prince would still not have completely cleared my suspicions of me. There were achievements. So I convinced myself.

I didn’t completely forgive him and Miss Emelda either, but that’s enough because I’m going to be in terrible shape to leave him alone. I want to go home to Kruge earlier than that and have sweet, bitter days with Ville.

That’s what I thought, arrowhead, the prince said outrageous things.

“… Miss Sonia. I hope you don’t bully me too much about Ville. He looks delicate and hurtful.”

“Prince! What!

Ville looks embarrassed. The two have a difference in status, but a pattern between best friends. Actually, you must be close.

And the prince’s remarks now are terrible. You really suck man.

While I realize how Bill feels about Miss Emelda, I often tell him to flirt with it to show off.

Even in this case, Ville got round to sacrificing, and you don’t seem to know anything about it.

Actually, the final episode of ‘Emeden’ was that it had a bad reputation.

Because Emelda defeats Sonia in exchange for lots of sacrifices and ends up at Emelda and Prince Rain’s wedding after an inspiring “Erdoru”.

Even though Ville is dead and a lot of other people are hurt, we didn’t touch it there and just the two of us had a happy smile.

The previous life woman said, “Take it to mourning! There’s at least a visit to Ville’s grave!” and scattered rough, tears were falling on sheets printed with the cutest appearance of none of them.

… I know how you feel. I get it now.

The prince of a greedy, thin, hypocrite.

I’m really glad I didn’t marry you.

Subsequently, the ritual of dissolution of the engagement was carried out.

The contract magic that I had been sticking to since I was born peeled off and I exhaled in relief.