The Witch Trial Begins with the OO Buckethead Zombie

Looking directly at Noah Kinosaki, and seeing Noah Kinosaki's heterochromatic eyes, Hoshino Utsunomiya said this with a serious expression.

I want to take back what I just said, even though I didn't actually say it out loud.

The way we interact needs to change; we treat children differently than we treat Noah.

Then, if it's not possible to fall in love with Noah Kinosaki.

"..." Noah Kinosaki's lips parted slightly.

She couldn't help but rub her feet together; the thick shoe uppers were matted together, and the stacked cotton socks were rubbing together.

It's just a matter of nodding.

It's something that can be easily acknowledged.

I am a child, Noah is a child, and Kinosaki Noah is a child.

They need to be worried about, they need to be cared for, they can't take care of themselves, they can get what they want just by reaching out, they can be satisfied just by calling out, they won't be refused, and they can be spoiled without worry...

Nod and give a soft "hmm".

He will then truly treat her like a child.

He would continue to stroke her head, comb her hair, feed her, and bathe her.

I will continue to take care of her.

But we won't do anything more.

He wouldn't treat her like he treated Meruru on Ice; he wouldn't grab her hand, touch her waist, or say anything like that.

Because Noah Kinosaki is just a child.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a crumpled piece of paper lying on the ground.

Inside were paintings drawn with balloons.

It was a painting she wanted to paint, not a painting she wanted to paint.

What can be drawn, what cannot be drawn.

How could this happen? Why is this happening?

"Noah, it's time to eat."

In the end, Noah Kinosaki chose to avoid the question.

She took the initiative to pick up the bowl.

......

The art studio is located on the second floor, and the canteen is just around the corner down from the second floor. If you don't plan to jump down from the balcony to the courtyard, you will inevitably have to pass through the canteen to get back to your cell.

In other words, you don't need to take the bowls and chopsticks down separately; you can just grab them when you go back before the lockdown.

Since there was nothing else to do after they parted ways, Hoshino Utsunomiya chose to stay in the art studio.

She neither combs her hair nor touches it.

I combed my hair yesterday, so Noah Kinosaki's hair isn't as messy.

As for patting her head... Noah Kinosaki hasn't told him yet whether he wants to treat her like a child or not.

Although avoiding the question would be considered an answer, Hoshino Utsunomiya wanted to postpone the process of increasing favorability through head pats.

Let's watch Noah draw for a while.

he thinks.

"No, please don't look..."

However, unexpectedly, Noah Kinosaki showed some resistance.

“Noah doesn’t like people looking at his paintings from behind,” she said.

Hoshino Utsunomiya thought about it. He didn't like having people watching what he was doing. Not only did it make him feel insecure, but the feeling of being spied on from behind was also very irritating.

So he nodded:

"Okay, I'll sit in the front."

They moved the stools and changed their positions.

Noah Kinosaki had his back to the balcony, while Hoshino Utsunomiya sat by the door, a considerable distance away, so it shouldn't have too much of an impact.

Noah Kinosaki held his paintbrush, dipped it in paint, hesitated for a moment, and then finally put the brush to the paper.

However, every time she put pen to paper, she would peek at Hoshino Utsunomiya.

It's a bit like secretly playing on your phone in class while trying to keep track of the teacher's movements on stage, or like wanting to use him as a model to draw something.

Hoshino Utsunomiya thought it was the latter.

"If you're going to use me as a model, do you need me to pose in any way?" he asked Noah.

Noah Kinosaki was clearly startled, and his body trembled.

After a moment of hesitation, she shook her head repeatedly:

"No, no, Hoshino can just sit there. Noah isn't drawing Hoshino."

As she moved her paintbrush, she both denied and comforted Hoshino Utsunomiya, urging him not to get up.

If you get up and approach, you'll see it.

what did you see?

It's not good-looking, not beautiful, and not artistic at all.

It wasn't a picture drawn by a 'balloon', but rather one that 'Noah Kinosaki' painstakingly copied stroke by stroke.

A simple stick figure named 'Utsunomiya Hoshino'.

This is a painting that is perhaps even worse than that of a three-year-old child.

Thus, the dark lines deliberately smeared and destroyed the painting.

'Your drawing is terrible, stop drawing.'

Noah Kinosaki tore off the drawing paper, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it aside.

Chapter 151 I'll Do It

One morning.

I watched the live stream.

I touched Meruru.

He accompanied Noah.

The time was very short.

It takes a long time.

He even went to the warehouse with Leia and cooked a canned porridge.

As the time for confinement came to an end again, Hoshino Utsunomiya couldn't help but sigh once more at the passage of time.

It feels like every day is dragging on forever.

As expected, the schedule was still not full enough.

The only event he can click on now is Hannah's nighttime visit.

But... it's not evening yet, and Hannah won't be coming over.

How come in the game, you only need three or four action points to click a few times in the morning, noon, evening, and midnight and a whole day is over?

How come you spend such a fulfilling four hours here in the morning?

Is there anything else we need to do at noon and in the afternoon?

Before thinking about this question, Hoshino Utsunomiya decided to take a two-hour nap.

He didn't sleep at all last night while he was with Hannah.

But as for whether I'm sleepy or not...

Actually, things weren't too bad.

Not long after, Hoshino Utsunomiya woke up.

A rustling sound kept brushing against his ear, and he opened his eyes.

I saw a large wad of sheets approaching from the bedside.

The hands clutching the sheets and the feet visible allowed Hoshino Utsunomiya to quickly identify the other person.

Hannah Tono.

He had just thought about Hannah.

"Heave-ho—" With the sheet propped up on the top bunk, Tono Hannah let out a long breath, wiped the sweat from her brow, and panted slightly.

"Huff, huff, huff..."

As if she was somewhat exhausted, Tono Hannah turned around and plopped down on the edge of Utsunomiya Hoshino's bed.

The dark figure blocked out the light, and the fluffy skirt suddenly brushed against Hoshino Utsunomiya's face.

He finally got up and sat down next to Tono Hanna.

"Did I oversleep? It's almost evening now?" he asked.

Such thinking is quite normal.

Although she had made an agreement with Hannah Tono that she could come anytime in the evening, this did not mean that Hannah could come to his cell during his two periods of confinement at noon and in the afternoon.

the reason is simple.

risk.

Coming at night was inherently risky, but because it was dark enough and there was light to cover him, the chances of something going wrong were relatively small, provided Hannah didn't speak up or Coco didn't report it.

But it's still a risky thing.

Not to mention during the day, in broad daylight, if she came over like that, she would definitely be caught by the guards.