The Witch Trial Begins with the OO Buckethead Zombie

With a click, the door lock opened.

But before Utsunomiya Hoshino could open the door and go out to check if his cellmate had been replaced...

"Utsunomiya Utsunomiya Utsunomiya Utsunomiya Utsunomiya——"

A beautiful wisp of long, jet-black hair burst through the door and immediately locked onto his figure.

The girl strode straight toward him and raised her hand to push him onto the bed.

Chapter 100 Isn't this a female hooligan?!

My very important friend committed suicide.

He hanged himself in front of me.

For the first time, I felt an uncontrollable rage and acted irrationally.

"..."

My friend's most important friend has died.

He died at the hands of the witch.

Because of me, he died.

He died right before my eyes.

Again.

"..."

As Nikaido Hiro waved her hand during the witch trial debate, enjoying the exhilaration of vehemently refuting the witch, she never imagined that the unfortunate outcome would come so quickly.

She thought everything was under control, and even the pressure on the witch was within tolerable limits.

The witch will admit defeat, the farce will end, and everyone will survive except for those who are already dead.

But they were all wrong.

What forced Tachibana Sherry to admit that she was a witch was not the flaws she pointed out, nor her manipulative words, nor even her attempt to make Utsunomiya Hoshino express his dislike for Tachibana Sherry.

Rather, it was the words spoken by Hoshino Utsunomiya when he took Sherry Tachibana's hand and placed it on his neck.

Denying the witch's feelings, acknowledging the witch's disgust, and suffering the pain that comes from demanding things from her.

By the time he realized what was happening, Hoshino Utsunomiya's expression had already become contorted in pain, and his neck was already being tightened and gripped in Sherry Tachibana's hand.

"—Stop! Witch! Stop!"

Holding his breath for a moment, Nikaido Hiro gave the order without hesitation.

"You've already lost. The witch has been found. You are the witch. You can no longer kill people!"

There's no reason for the loser to stay on the field and kill others!

But her words were useless; the witch acted as if she hadn't heard anything and continued to hold onto Hoshino Utsunomiya.

We can't just keep shouting like that! We must, we absolutely must—

Just as he left the witness stand, he wanted to rush over and save Hoshino Utsunomiya.

The massive shadow of a scythe fell swiftly, blocking her path.

Unable to move, dare not move, must not move.

A cold, sharp scythe; a tall, terrifying guard.

Cold sweat quickly broke out on my back, and fear rapidly spread throughout my body.

I can't move.

He wanted to move, knowing he had to, otherwise Hoshino Utsunomiya would be strangled to death by the witch.

But my legs felt so heavy.

You will not die, you will not die.

Death is nothing more than repeating today; death is nothing more than starting over from morning.

Don't be afraid, Nikaido Hiro, what are you afraid of?!

Uphold what you believe is right, and protect those you should protect!

"Warden!!!" Shouting to his own heart, Nikaido Shiro finally turned to the owl watching from the sidelines and roared, "Start voting! Time's up! Start voting!"

"I'm voting for Tachibana Sherry! I'm going to vote Tachibana Sherry out! She's a witch! She's that witch!"

It's like a drowning person grabbing at a floating straw, desperately clinging to it, hoping to be saved by its tiny buoyancy.

Nikaido Hiro cast an expectant glance at the owl.

Unfortunately, the owl did not respond to her expectations.

It simply moved its claws, spread its wings, and covered its face.

"—" Hiro was speechless.

I ordered the warden to beat Tachibana Sherry into a witch.

It gave me a reply.

They actually forbid it!

You knew it all along, you should have known it all along. Wasn't it because you knew that this dead owl had no chance of controlling that witch that you tried to force her to admit defeat?

Now that it's avoiding the vote and the game should be over, just as you expected, why are you surprised?

Nikaido Hiro was speechless.

She was just contorted in pain, blocked by the guards, unable to move forward an inch.

But what can you do?

Nobody wants to die, nobody wants to die, the feeling of death, the pain of dying...

"——Hoshino!!!"

She appeared.

As if to expose her ugly face of clinging to life, a girl who had once been mocked by her as a loyal dog fawning over her master appeared.

It glared at the ground as it got up, its face covered in grime and looking extremely ugly from crying.

Soiled cuffs, reddened knees, and eyes that seemed to reveal only one person.

She tried to hug Tachibana Sherry tightly around the waist, grabbing Tachibana Sherry's hands and trying to pry them off.

"Don't use any more force, don't do anything too cruel to Hoshino, please let go, let go..."

Even so, she could only cling helplessly to Tachibana Sherry.

Even so powerless, even though it was of no use whatsoever.

But at this moment, in Nikaido Hiro's eyes, Sakura Emma was still so glaring.

He was just a silly little dog who would circle around you if you just showed him kindness, and he was also the stupid dog who, at the most crucial moment, did the most inappropriate thing to stop me from committing suicide.

I--

Nikaido Hiro's consciousness was interrupted.

Like a kite with a broken string, or a computer whose power has been cut off.

The last image that remained in my vision was that incredibly glaring scene, and the last sound that remained in my ears was Sakura Emma's crying.

I don't know how much time has passed.

As fragmented consciousness continues to emerge, as the rising self-loathing returns to the body.

Nikaido Hiro suddenly opened his eyes.

Is this... a time rewind?

I am dead?

When did this happen?

Nikaido Hiro sat up and repeatedly felt his body to check for any wounds.

There was no feeling of death, and no abnormalities appeared in the body.

But this feeling is clearly the emotion of looking back after a long time.

In the last part of my memory, my legs still couldn't move.

Hoshino Utsunomiya died right before his eyes.

I fainted? I fainted on the spot due to the mental shock, and then someone took me back to my cell?

Where is Utsunomiya? Is she dead? Where is the witch? Where is Emma?

One question after another popped up haphazardly in Nikaido Hiro's mind.

Oh, right, my phone! Check the time on my phone!

Has today passed? If not, you can still return to morning by committing suicide.

We absolutely cannot provoke the witch again this time; we must ensure the voting concludes smoothly and peacefully.

The time Nikaido Hiro saw when he frantically pulled out his phone.

It is [5:59].

Morning.

A chilling moment.

This means that either her coma lasted for more than a day, or that rewinding the clock was no longer an option.

Either she has already died once, dying suddenly without warning and without any awareness, thus triggering the death regression.

Neither of these is good news.

The former means that because of her hesitation, Hoshino Utsunomiya will die completely. This time, she can't even blame Emma Sakura for stopping her; she can only blame her own cowardice.

The latter represents that there are unknown rules of killing in the courtroom, not a simple death like Tachibana Sherry killing Utsunomiya Hoshino with her bare hands, but some kind of magic that might lead to death if violated.

She should now—