The Witch Trial Begins with the OO Buckethead Zombie

She hadn't thought of that way of putting it; in fact, that's exactly what she was going to say.

It's just that you beat me to it, not that I'm stupid!

"Ok, I know."

Hoshino Utsunomiya nodded softly.

Although he seemed to accept it quite easily, Nikaido Hiro's ears turned bright pink.

Waaah...

What was I thinking? I even went out of my way to tell him that. Isn't that just burying my head in the sand?!

He actually nodded seriously and said he understood.

Are you trying to soothe a child?

As the girl was filled with shame and indignation, Noah Kinosaki had already raised the spray paint can in his hand.

"No need for that."

As soon as he finished speaking, the red paint on the wall began to move, crawl, and gather, finally turning into thin lines and disappearing back into the spray paint can in Noah Kinosaki's hand.

Although a slight odor lingered in the room, the traces of what had just happened were completely gone in the blink of an eye.

It's as if that bright red image never existed in the first place.

......magic?

Hoshino Utsunomiya wasn't very surprised; everyone in this prison possessed their own magic.

It seems that this is Noah Kinosaki's magic.

Color? Fluid? Liquid?

I don't understand, but that should be about right.

"Alright, it's clean now. Noah's going to keep drawing~" Noah said, looking at the clean wall with satisfaction.

Utsunomiya Hoshino: "?"

Nikaido Hiro: "?"

What does it mean.

So you didn't hear a thing I just said?

Wait a minute, shouldn't you have listened? Did you forget it as soon as you turned around, or did you just extract the keywords?

"No, no, no, you can't continue drawing here."

Nikaido Hiro waved his hands repeatedly.

"I want to draw."

"You can't draw it."

"I want to draw."

"No."

"Ugh—" During the repeated conversation, Noah Kinosaki's cheeks puffed up: "You're bullying me!"

"Noah's going to yell at you!"

As she spoke, she picked up the spray paint can in her hand and aimed it at Nikaido Hiro.

But before her small hand could press the button to release the spray paint, Hoshino Utsunomiya's large hand grabbed her small hand.

"No spewing insults at people." He grabbed Noah Kinosaki's hand, pulling her body up, and with his other hand released Hiro Nikaido's still-holding hand, lifted the girl from behind by the back of her neck, forcing her to align her gaze with his: "Did you understand?"

It was very strong, and there was no way to resist, let alone press the spray paint button.

Noah Kinosaki looked at those eyes that weren't actually that scary, his gaze darting around, his body swaying slightly as he struggled, his slender legs swinging wildly in mid-air, but he didn't kick Utsunomiya Hoshino's body excessively.

She struggled briefly, but seeing that she couldn't break free, she snapped.

He then closed his eyes.

I don't want to look you in the eye.

If you can't see it, you can't see it; if you can't hear it, you can't hear it.

"If you don't tell me clearly, we'll confiscate your spray paint can."

Only when such a voice rang in his ears did Noah Kinosaki reluctantly open his eyes and mutter softly:

"Did you hear me clearly..."

This child.

Hoshino Utsunomiya released her grip and put Noah Kinosaki down.

As soon as it was put down, the loosened spray paint can seemed about to be opened.

But in a flash, Hoshino Utsunomiya snatched the spray paint can from his hand.

Noah Kinosaki: "......"

Utsunomiya Hoshino: "..."

Looking at the spray paint can in Hoshino Utsunomiya's hand, and then at his own empty little hands, Noah Kinosaki blinked.

"...Can we give it back to Noah?" She rarely put her hands down, and pleaded softly and obediently, "Please."

Actually, if it were just the paint in the spray can, she should be able to pull it out using her magic.

But right.

The paint can has a structure that seals the paint inside firmly without pressing a button. When she used magic to retract the paint, she had to press the switch with her hand to open it.

Although you can control the paint, controlling it to break through the tin can...

That's still too much to ask of her.

"You heard me clearly, but you didn't agree, right?"

Shaking the spray paint can in his hand slightly, Hoshino Utsunomiya raised an eyebrow and asked.

How come I didn't notice last time that Noah Kinosaki is such a child?

They've even started nitpicking the words.

"I'm sorry, Noah will never use a spray paint can on people again..."

Noah Kinosaki directly chose to bow and apologize.

"So, the spray paint can..."

She stretched out her hands.

The objective is clear.

Children are always like this; they always care about the things they care about most, and they show it very clearly.

The toys I care about, the books I care about, the snacks I care about.

Even when they are caught and beaten, their eyes and gazes will be fixed on what they care about, unwilling to let it out of their sight, for fear of losing it in the blink of an eye.

Similarly, they were beaten, lectured, and criticized.

As for whether the child can learn a lesson and understand...

It's hard to say.

I hope she really knows.

"Here you go." Utsunomiya Hoshino shoved the spray paint can into Noah Kinosaki's hand, not letting go immediately, but continuing to hold the can as he said, "Then, listen to me."

"Drawing will not result in a deduction of points, but scribbling in public places will result in a deduction of points."

Noah Kinosaki gripped the jar with both hands, trying to pull it out of Hoshino Utsunomiya's grasp.

But it's obvious that you can't pull it apart.

Noah's room is not a public place.

She could only hold onto the edge of the jar and say this.

"However, underground passageways are public places, and painting with paint will cause the smell to spread to public places, which will also result in points being deducted."

While one could explain it away by saying that "prison cells are not private personal spaces and cannot be truly considered one's own room," it seems like Noah Kinosaki wouldn't listen to that explanation.

So Hoshino Utsunomiya changed to a similar explanation.

After explaining that sentence, he continued:

"So if I had to say something, I'd have to deduct a lot of points for painting with oil paint. After all, there are public places everywhere, and no matter where you paint with oil paint, the smell will spread and affect other people."

Upon hearing this, Noah Kinosaki's face immediately showed signs of distress, and tears welled up in his eyes.

“Although I really wanted to tell you not to use paint, if it's just painting, then using any material should be acceptable, right?” Utsunomiya Hoshino said, while observing Kinosaki Noah's expression. Seeing that she seemed to want to say something more, he changed the subject:

"However, there probably aren't many other painting tools in this prison, so it's really too much to ask you not to use paint."

"Since the reason for the deduction is that the smell of paint may affect others and that you can't scribble in public places, you just need to find a private place that won't affect others."

“We’ll help you find such a place, but until then, stop polluting the air here, understand?”

Hoshino Utsunomiya just stared at Noah Kinosaki like that.

"Ah."

He only let go of her hand after she obediently nodded.

As soon as he let go, Noah Kinosaki, as if trying to protect his precious treasure, shoved the spray paint can deep into his clothes.

The cold touch of the can stimulated her skin for a moment, and after a brief moment of strange expression, she hugged her chest.

Followed by.

My phone vibrated, and a radio broadcast started.

It's time for the curfew.

......

"..."