The Witch Trial Begins with the OO Buckethead Zombie

But indeed, if it's impossible to go back in time, then dying is an irresponsible thing to do.

"Whether you correct it or not, whether you apologize or not..." Hosho Mag took a deep breath and looked straight at Utsunomiya Hoshino: "Whatever you like."

"But don't fall in love with me, that's all I want to say."

Baosheng Mag opened his hands, his sleeves fluttering in the breeze.

"I'm leaving." She turned around.

She wanted to escape through the door of the reception room, as if fleeing.

but.

before that.

"—Marg." Hoshino Utsunomiya called out to her, "I love you."

He confessed his feelings.

"—" Baosheng Mag's steps froze.

In a disheveled state, Baosheng Mag's fleeing steps froze.

She could hardly believe what she was hearing.

......ha?

Did you hear me when I told you not to love me?!

With her body twisted and her gaze fixed on the past, Hosho Mag watched as Utsunomiya Hoshino walked towards her step by step.

“I’ve been thinking about it for a bit.” Hoshino Utsunomiya took Hosho Mag’s hand without asking herself; it was a small, delicate hand, covered by a small, black glove.

“Marg, you’re right. Witches are very uncontrollable. No one knows what a witch is thinking. The thought of what a witch might actually do is terrifying.”

"Trying to fall in love with someone against one's will may just be a form of self-gratification, but in essence, it's pushing a person from one fire pit to another."

It's nothing more than handing people over from the mansion to the witch.

In a sense, the prison has a regular schedule and relatively free time during exercise periods. Although there is no internet, you can play on your mobile phone, watch movies in the entertainment hall, and there are even lakes, flowers, and small animals outside the prison for you to enjoy.

It doesn't necessarily have to be worse than the witch's side.

If we were to lay everything out like this, many people would choose prison over witch.

There's nothing wrong with Western-style mansions, is there?

Instead, he didn't ask the girls if they wanted to, but instead took it upon himself to fall in love with them and handed them over to the witch.

Call it arrogance or disrespect, but the essence of the matter is that he made the decision for the girls without their consent.

Whether the feelings were genuine or not, he had no intention of arguing with anyone about it.

Even if Baosheng Mag felt that he was insincerely liking someone else, and was deceiving himself with false feelings.

As long as he himself knows the extent of his feelings for her.

Will suffice.

However, as expected, Hoshino Utsunomiya would still care more about the person in front of him, Makoto Hosho.

The first meeting with Baosheng Mag was after the previous regression.

A mysterious smile, an expression of complete control, and an attitude of effortless mastery.

The young woman exuded a mature charm, wearing a kimono that accentuated her voluptuous figure. Although upon closer inspection, her slender yet full-figured physique was quite striking. She appeared before him.

She maintained a cryptic smile throughout, saying things that seemed ambiguous, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

He spends most of his time in the library, turning the pages of books, and seems quite capable of sitting still.

steady.

This contrasts sharply with the panicked state of the other girls.

This is Hoshino Utsunomiya's understanding of Hosho Mag.

This time, it should have been the same.

But as the reality of his confrontation unfolded, Baosheng Mag's emotions became chaotic.

What she cares about, what she refutes, what she questions.

What was expressed was unease.

Hoshino Utsunomiya had often wondered what he should do if someone showed strong resistance to him, even though he wanted to like everyone. What if he couldn't like that person?

He had already thought about these issues last time.

And the answer is quite simple.

Just confess your feelings, take their hand, hug them, just like you did with Coco.

There's no need to worry about feeling resistant, or to think about whether you'll dislike it.

There is no possibility that you cannot like the other person.

The moment you take that hand, you'll be touched.

There is a very clear dividing line between people you can like and people you can't like, which can be clearly distinguished by physiological signals.

Hoshino Utsunomiya understood.

He was able to fall in love with Baoshengma.

"But I still have to say it."

"Margot, I like you."

......

With her small hand in her grasp, her thumb gently rubbed against her palm. What Hoshino Utsunomiya could feel was the soft yet not so soft texture of the hand hidden beneath the glove.

For a young girl, her hands should have been very soft, but just before she turned around and clasped her fingers together in her palm, the fingers pressed against each other.

A subtle texture is conveyed through the gloves.

cocoon.

It could be like Noah holding a pen, or like Hannah holding a needle and thread.

There's a sense of wear and tear from time.

What you can feel is the trace of hard work.

Hoshino Utsunomiya was carefully feeling Mag's little hands, but Mag's expression grew increasingly unpleasant.

She tried to struggle, trying to shake off his hand and pull herself back.

But all attempts failed; an unimaginable force held her hand, and she couldn't break free.

"Shut up!" Baosheng Mag could only weakly shout.

"How long have we even met? How many words have we exchanged? What makes you think you can love me?!"

This denial is actually weak and ineffective.

Because Baosheng Mag knew that he, who could travel back in time, must have already met the girls present, gotten to know each other, understood each other, and deepened their feelings for one another.

but......

She didn't!

What does this have to do with me?

The person who regressed wasn't me! I have no memory of it!

Don't confess your feelings to me so suddenly!

"If you don't love me, don't just say you love me!" Baosheng Mag finally shook off his hand with a heavy thud.

The reaction was excessive.

Although she shook off his hand, she no longer tried to run away like before.

Running away is useless, useless, useless, useless.

You have to deny it, you have to refute it, you have to prove that he doesn't love me at all.

Otherwise, otherwise, otherwise...

She was bound to fall in love with him.

Respond to that love, acknowledge that love.

Then they fell in love.

"How could that be?" Looking at Hosho Mag's changing expressions, Utsunomiya Hoshino felt like he'd grasped the key point:

"I love you."

Useful skills should be used continuously, and useful lines should be repeated continuously.

If you want to like Baoshengma, you must understand Baoshengma.

He's not so shallow as to fall in love with just anyone at first sight.

Dead people don't count.

Liking this kind of feeling arises from spending time together, getting to know each other, and understanding each other.

It doesn't have to be a positive label. Although confessions often seem to include sweet nothings and reasons for liking someone can be broken down into things like hard work, positivity, optimism, and resilience.

But Hoshino Utsunomiya always felt that it was possible to fall in love with her.

She dislikes taking baths, needs to be taken care of, and can't live without herself.

The feeling of being overly upright, the feeling of cursing endlessly, the taste of self-loathing.

These are not positive arguments, but they can still be used as reasons to like something.

For example, right now, she is cute, beautiful, mature, and her hands bear the marks of hard work, as if she is trying to defend herself for everyone's sake—this belongs to Baosheng Mag.

That trauma.

She resists, unwilling to admit it, unwilling to look back, because the mere mention of words like "love" brings back memories of the past.

In the simplest terms...