The Witch Trial Begins with the OO Buckethead Zombie

We need to help her figure out how to make up with Emma in advance.

Hoshino Utsunomiya felt that with Yuki Tsukishiro's negotiation skills, she could at most say something as simple and straightforward as, "Sakura Emma, ​​let's make up."

If it was said to Emma Sakura, maybe it wouldn't be a problem.

But if possible, try to think of something suitable for her to say.

What should Xue say to Emma? What expression should Xue wear to show her kindness...?

Let Xue admit that her neglect and indifference were all wrong.

But now, what Xue did cannot be erased...

Even so, she should apologize to Emma.

Snow was wrong; Snow's actions were not what a friend should do...

She had to put away her smile; it couldn't be a calm smile, nor a cold smile, but rather a sincere expression that conveyed an apology.

Even so, Emma might not necessarily smile at her.

But I think I know Emma fairly well; she has shared a lot with me and confided in me a lot.

This little pink dog with its wagging tail will surely call out Xue's name with a smile.

"It's alright, Xiaoxue."

"Because we are friends."

A smile finally appeared, the icy atmosphere finally melted away, and the two gently embraced and reconciled.

The witch will gradually build her own interpersonal relationships, and Hoshino Utsunomiya will also land here, looking forward to the future.

Everything is moving in a better direction.

"Huh...huh..."

A strange, chilly wind blew by as Utsunomiya Hoshino stood in front of the Tsukishiro Yuki family's house.

"......?" He noticed immediately that the door was ajar.

A pair of black leather shoes belonging to Yuki Tsukishiro were pressed against the crack in the door.

Without thinking too much, Hoshino Utsunomiya gently pushed open the door.

then.

He then saw the witch's corpse hanging from the beam.

Chapter 62 Moonlit Snow! No swinging indoors!

The scene that came into view left Hoshino Utsunomiya somewhat bewildered.

The sliding shoji doors overlapped, serving as a backdrop. Beneath the square paper grids, bright red bouquets were uniquely painted, one by one, in clusters, bright red and shimmering.

Beyond the entrance hall, in the not-so-spacious hall, dim lighting cast a hazy glow.

The bright red flowers looked even more dazzling.

And hanging within it is the figure of Tsukishiro Yuki.

She was like a puppet on strings, with a noose around her neck, suspended in mid-air.

The rope around her neck was extremely rough, tied in a simple and crude knot, and hung haphazardly around her neck, leaving bright red marks on Tsukishiro Yuki's fair and delicate neck.

Her breathing stopped, her pulse ceased.

The moonlit snow has ceased its life activities.

"—"

What expression should I make, and what reaction should I give?

The emotion that arose in Hoshino Utsunomiya's heart at this moment was neither anger nor hatred.

...but rather, feeling lost.

He even felt it was somewhat absurd.

Today he felt his life was back on track. Today he was still thinking about marrying the witch. Today he was still pondering whether he should learn to cook to nourish the witch's body.

He turned and pushed open the door, only to find Yukishiro hanging dead right before his eyes.

He couldn't even let out an incredible scream or wail like someone who had witnessed a corpse normally.

He had lost his voice, as if his throat was being choked. He tried his best to breathe, but his breathing was extremely slow and difficult to pass.

Out of breath.

Speechless.

Even his expression was one of utter stiffness, his pupils contracting.

His fists clenched unconsciously. Hoshino Utsunomiya didn't know who he wanted to hit, but his fists were clenched anyway.

Beneath Yuki Tsukishiro's suspended corpse were chairs used to elevate her and small chairs that had been kicked over.

There was no murderer.

Or rather, the murderer is Yukishiro herself.

She committed suicide.

A ridiculous suicide.

A dignified witch lost her life to a mere rope.

The witch who wielded magic, not a human witch, so easily hanged herself in her own home.

It desecrates life, insults emotions, and scorns existence.

Hoshino Utsunomiya could almost see Yuki Tsukishiro gently putting the rope around her neck.

His gaze was fixed on the hemp rope.

Absurd, absurd, utterly absurd.

Hoshino Utsunomiya took a step forward.

"tread--"

Heavy footsteps made a sound on the wooden floor, the clear sound echoing in the utterly silent room.

Whether he changed his shoes or not was completely irrelevant; he simply took a step forward, getting one step closer to the corpse.

suicide?

At a time like this?

How could she?

How could she?

A sense of absurdity surged up uncontrollably, overwhelmingly, even tinged with nausea.

Stagnant emotions were repeatedly activated at this moment, agitating his internal organs and stimulating a feeling of nausea that kept rising and blocking his throat.

Looking to the future, the feeling of being on the right track is like a close relationship...

Hoshino Utsunomiya always believed that the feelings he had were the same feelings the witch had for him.

Even if he couldn't be sure, even if he had always doubted whether the witch was sincere.

But everything he sensed—the witch's expression, her eyes, her demeanor, every smile and frown—captivated him.

The more I'm fascinated and fond of her, the more I wonder... does she like me too?

Otherwise, why doesn't she flirt with other people? Otherwise, why doesn't she lie to others and say that these are things that friends should do?

Even though Hoshino Utsunomiya knew very well that humans could not understand witches, he still couldn't help but have the illusion.

'The witch likes me.'

The witch wants to have a future with me; the witch is willing to be with me.

That's why he relinquished his autonomy to the witch and waited for her to make a choice.

But......

I fucking gave you the choice to kill me or marry me! Not to hang yourself here!

A confused mind, confused emotions, a chaotic scene, and a dead witch.

All the illusions of the past were torn apart by the witch herself.

The witch destroyed their past relationships.

Memories are being violently stirred up by emotions at this moment.

Utsunomiya Hoshino——

[He laughed in exasperation, then chuckled, "Heh, heh heh, heh heh heh, ha ha, ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha—"]

[Angrily shouting, "Tsukishiro Yuki! No swinging indoors!" and rushing up to kick Tsukishiro Yuki, who was hanging in mid-air (Bad End)]

Hoshino Utsunomiya laughed in exasperation.

He was so angry he laughed, so angry he couldn't help but laugh out loud, his whole body trembling.

Trembling, she wrapped her arms around herself, bent over, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

He no longer knew why he was laughing.

Should we laugh at the fact that a dignified witch died on a rope? Or should we laugh at the fact that the witch suddenly committed suicide?

Or perhaps I'm laughing at my own naive thoughts? Or perhaps I'm laughing at my own ridiculous feelings?

What about the cat doing backflips in the performance, and what about making up with Emma?

—It's all a lie.

From the very beginning, the witch has only had this one goal; she came with this intention from the very start.

Was the initial target Emma Sakuraba? Or Heero Nikaido?

Hoshino Utsunomiya didn't know, but the rumors about witches being bullied and having a foul odor were all, all, all—

It's all just for this moment.