The Witch Trial Begins with the OO Buckethead Zombie

It was suppressed.

How could I not feel repressed? How could I not feel repressed?

Emma Sakura knew she was already feeling very repressed.

From childhood to adulthood, I've always suppressed my emotions. If I want to confide in someone, I keep it to myself because I can't find anyone to talk to. If I want to share something, I keep it to myself because I have no friends. Things I want to do together, feelings I want to experience, things I want to get.

Love.

Of course she was suppressing it.

And they were very careful.

He was willing to hold me, and he was willing to listen to me.

Then I wouldn't dare to go too far. I would slowly and gradually move closer, as long as I didn't scare him away, I would do whatever I wanted.

He accepted my proposal, and my courage paid off.

Then I just need to stay by his side, and I won't do anything excessive or unnecessary.

He leaned down on me, and I opened my eyes.

Fear is an illusion, fear is just a beautiful dream, so she begged him to kiss her a little longer, to go a little further.

I dare not covet, yet I desire to covet.

I convinced myself that I was a good child and that I was easily satisfied.

Actually, it's Sakura Emma.

Greed is insatiable.

I really want to kiss you.

Lying limply on the prison bed, staring at the rotten bed frame, Emma Sakura thought to herself.

It feels like ants are crawling on my body, I'm all itchy, and my clothes are dirty.

I dare not think about any more things.

But if it's a kiss...

It should be easy to accept, right?

she thinks.

"..."

but......

"Why isn't it dawn yet...?"

Emma Sakura took out her phone and glanced at the time.

【5: 44】

Time was running out, and she no longer had the chance to fall asleep.

I just can't sleep. I can't sleep when I'm alone. I can't sleep when I'm alone in the cell. The thought of being all alone here keeps me awake.

Of course, I couldn't sleep because I was looking forward to today, I couldn't sleep because I was thinking about seeing Hoshino again soon, and I couldn't sleep because I was imagining what I could do.

I can't sleep, I just can't sleep.

There's nothing wrong with sleeping while holding Hoshino.

Decided.

Today, I'm going to kiss Hoshino first, then eat, and after eating, I'm going to hold Hoshino and sleep. When I wake up, I'm going to kiss her again, then eat again, and after eating, I'm going to hold Hoshino and sleep again.

Eat, sleep, kiss, eat!

Emma Sakura's life is so simple!

It's as easy as pie.

hehehehe...

Emma wasn't very concerned about Hiro's progress.

Well, she does care a little.

But no matter how far Hiro progresses, he will never be faster than her.

She has such absolute self-confidence.

Therefore, Nikaido Hiro is not worth mentioning!

"call--"

Taking a deep breath, Emma Sakura straightened up and sat on the edge of the bed. After letting out a long sigh, she lay back down.

The legs, adorned with leg rings, dangled in the air and swayed.

Ten minutes left, ten minutes left.

She kept telling herself the time.

Counting the seconds, muttering about the time.

"Zizi-"

An unexpected crackling sound rang out, followed by a flash of white light, and the screen hanging high above the cell lit up.

"Ah ah—" It sounded like a sound check.

On the screen, the owl, familiar yet strange, which hadn't been seen for three days and had almost been forgotten by Emma Sakura, appeared.

"This is the warden."

"Everyone, are you all awake? It's a little early, but it's time to get up."

It called out like it was trying to wake everyone up early.

Is it just to regulate everyone's schedule and make them wake up earlier?

Is it really that kind?

If so, why didn't you do that the previous two days?

Sakura Emma's intuition told her that the appearance of this dead owl at this time could not be anything good.

After a moment of silence, as if waiting for everyone to get out of bed, the owl spoke again several minutes later: "Are you all up? Are you all up?"

"Well then, Warden, I have something very, very important to announce."

The bad premonition came true.

"Didn't I say this on Monday? We all need to live together here properly."

“Live well, take responsibility for your actions, and follow the prison rules.” After a pause, the owl said quietly, “But unfortunately, it seems that no one really listened to me.”

"The most regrettable thing has finally happened."

"Everyone is going too far. They are recklessly deducting points from their scores every day. I can't even see where the bottom line is."

It sighed with regret, shook its head, flapped its wings, and let out a soft sigh.

"We should have lived together for seven days, and the final verdict should have been announced on the seventh day."

"But I have to make this announcement to everyone today."

The owl tilted its head and stared at the camera for a moment with its inhuman eyes.

"—The 'Witch Trial' is about to begin."

it says.

The Demon Goddess's Judgment? ??

Emma Sakura was stunned.

What witch trial? How did it become a witch trial? Why is there a trial?

Eh?

No, no, the witch trial is secondary, according to what the owl said.

Are they all required to be present?

what?

In other words.

At a time when she should have been able to kiss Hoshino, she was instead dragged away to some kind of witch trial.

Damn it, why didn't they appear at Hiro's time tomorrow?

"As for the specifics, please come to the courtroom and I will explain them to you."

"That's it."

With a sizzle, the screen went black.

Before they knew it, it was six o'clock, and the cell door was unlocked.

The guard's enormous shadow had long since loomed over the corridor.

"..."

She had no choice but to go out.

......

"What's going on? What's going on?"

"I told you that messing around would get you points deducted, Desuwa! Now look what happened! You can't even wait for the sun on the seventh day!"

"Hoshino..."

Noah, I'm so sleepy.

"..."

The seven people gathered in the underground passage made their own sounds to each other.

Nikaido Hiro looked up at Utsunomiya Hoshino and Sakura Emma, ​​who had grabbed his hand and was seeking comfort.