The Witch Trial Begins with the OO Buckethead Zombie

He shouldn't have refused so forcefully, and he shouldn't have appeared so resolute.

While this might prevent the other party from having any hope and avoid meaningless misunderstandings, since we are dealing with a non-human witch, perhaps a more lenient approach would be appropriate.

For example, ask her what she likes about you, and then try to change.

Or, if the witch were to go to extremes and say something like, "If you don't like me, then go die..."

He might not actually be willing to obediently send himself to his death.

He's dying. Hero might be alright, but Emma, ​​Coco, Hannah, Mag, Anan, Milia, Leia, Nanoha, Arisa, Sherry, Noah, Meruru...

They will all be very sad.

It is arrogance to think that others cannot live without you.

But if you feel that your existence is insignificant to the person you like, that is another kind of arrogance.

Arrogance stemming from inferiority and self-deprecation.

However, there's really no point in regretting it now that you've already refused.

As it turns out, witches are incredibly tolerant; they can accept anything.

Therefore, Hoshino Utsunomiya still felt that he might be able to have a proper talk with the witch.

If possible, I hope that this time I can see the witch's true face.

Wearing someone else's clothes and having someone else's appearance will always make people feel like there's still a veil between you and them.

Even reaching out to touch a heartbeat feels somewhat insincere.

The unwillingness to reveal one's true self indicates a lack of trust.

But the witch will probably still wear someone else's clothes.

he thinks.

After all, if it weren't for that, a witch wouldn't be a witch.

That's what Hoshino Utsunomiya thought.

I was also fully prepared mentally.

But when he got up, looked up and saw that figure...

...He couldn't help but hold his breath for a long time.

"—"

It was an incredibly gorgeous gothic suit.

It was a beautiful, long, silvery-white hair.

Those were slender legs wrapped in white nylon stockings.

They were a pair of shiny black leather shoes that looked like they would smell very bad.

It was an enormous, wide-brimmed hat placed on his head.

That was a...

He hadn't seen her for a very long time, but only recently tried to recall what she looked like.

A woman who is already dead.

Moonlit Snow.

Hoshino Utsunomiya was speechless.

A pause in breathing, a stunned expression, slightly parted lips.

The body is stiff.

It seems like I've remembered something.

...In fact, I have never forgotten.

Hoshino Utsunomiya's memories are continuous; he remembers them all.

I just could never understand myself, and I could never figure out why I thought that way back then.

but......

The moment I saw that face again.

He seemed to understand again.

...It's really beautiful.

No wonder I like it so much.

It seems that some emotions are gradually being rediscovered.

The first thing I rediscovered was the feeling of love at first sight that I hadn't noticed at the moment of our first meeting, but which I now understand all too well.

What quickly revived was that feeling of being gradually captivated by each other amidst the awkwardness of their interactions.

last of the last.

As expected, I still think about the day I died, the witch who hanged herself, and how incomprehensible and inexplicable her suicide.

His fist clenched slightly.

The fingernail sank deep into the ground.

His breath continued to catch in his throat, but Hoshino Utsunomiya couldn't tear his gaze away from the person in front of him.

It was as if he was drawn in, but he simply didn't want to look away.

She is not herself.

It's a fact that you know in your heart, but you don't want to admit, a fact that's hard to accept.

That's really wicked, witch.

Unfortunately, she is not herself.

Fortunately, she is not her.

As her repeated breathing gradually calmed down, Hoshino Utsunomiya found herself surprisingly able to accept that the face in front of her was Yuki Tsukishiro's.

If it were at the very beginning, he probably really wouldn't have been able to accept it.

But now it's possible.

It doesn't matter now.

Even if the witch cruelly chose her appearance.

I can also raise my hand towards her with complete calm.

Say hello.

"Should I say it's been a long time, Miss Witch?"

Hoshino Utsunomiya smiled.

He actually thought he would be very angry.

At least, they would look her straight in the eye and ask, "Why? Why do you have to wear a dead face?"

There are so many young girls' faces, and so many identities that can be worn.

The only person they chose was a dead man.

Do you think you've found my weakness, or do you think you can get something out of me because of my face?

Yes, Hoshino Utsunomiya admitted.

Really similar.

In fact, they are exactly the same.

He couldn't find any flaws or see any differences.

Not to mention his face, not to mention his clothes, even the expression in his eyes, the cold smile on his cheeks, and the aloofness emanating from his body were all striking.

Everything was so similar.

It was flawless.

But she wasn't.

She is dead.

Knowing this, Hoshino Utsunomiya could assert that the impossible possibility was the only reality.

Thankfully it wasn't her.

It's really okay.

"Ah, ah, ah..." Yuki's smile turned into a simple opening of her mouth, and meaningless sounds came from her lips.

She wanted to speak.

She couldn't speak.

What you can clearly feel is a sense of distance that is both near and far.

Who is Hoshino addressing?

Is it...me?

it's me.

Not me either.

In the end, it was me again.

'Miss Witch' is a term used to refer to a witch.

'Snow' is the word used to refer to the snow in the moon.

Yuki Tsukishiro remembers it; she remembers it perfectly clearly.

After holding hands with Hoshino Utsunomiya for quite some time, she realized that Hoshino Utsunomiya had never called her by her name, but only called her "you you you".

She had made demands of him.