The Witch Trial Begins with the OO Buckethead Zombie

Hoshino Utsunomiya paused for a moment, then gently cupped her hand on Meruru's pretty face on the ice.

"—Then I'd rather be killed by you."

The magic that makes the flower field bloom is still in effect.

Their figures were still enveloped in the magnificent sea of ​​flowers.

The fallen petals were blown up by the wind and drifted away again.

Hoshino Utsunomiya's words seemed very sincere, and her request seemed quite earnest.

But Meruru's expression remained completely unchanged on the ice.

"..."

She listened quietly to Hoshino Utsunomiya's words, and the strength she used to resist the knife gradually lessened.

She remained silent, slowly, slowly stopping her crying, biting her lower lip to conceal her sobbing expression.

She took the knife as if she had finally accepted Hoshino Utsunomiya's explanation, understood his wish, and intended to grant it to him.

The girl gripped the knife tightly, and the tear tracks on her face gradually faded in the wind.

Ice Meluru raised her head and smiled at Hoshino Utsunomiya.

'A cold smile'

Wide eyes, a smile that's both strange and familiar.

The knife, tightly gripped in her hand, its tip not supposed to pierce clothing, moved closer to Hoshino Utsunomiya's ear as the girl leaned forward.

Sizzle, pfft...

The blade sank into flesh and blood.

"But I am the Great Witch."

With one hand pushing the blade, and the other reaching behind her to pull Utsunomiya Hoshino into her arms, she whispered in his ear, "Ice Mountain Meruru."

"It's all Hoshino's fault."

"They said they'd rather die at the hands of the Great Witch, that they'd rather be killed by me, and even put the knife in my hand, forcing me to do things I absolutely do not want to do."

"I already said I'm a bad kid, I already said I don't like this."

Why would you say such malicious things?

"Begging someone to kill you, do you know how heavy those words are?"

"...But it's okay, you won't die easily."

The blade pierced deep into his chest, and Hoshino Utsunomiya clearly felt an extremely twisted pain. His heart was fixed in place by an external object. It was the moment when he should have instinctively started beating to save his body, but it was also the moment when he could hardly move.

Pain is secondary, suffering is secondary.

Although he now felt like he wanted to scream, although he wanted to cry out in pain, and although Hoshino Utsunomiya was beginning to regret why he had taken the knife and let Meruru kill him.

...Just as Meluru on Ice said, this knife is not suitable for killing.

However, what made him even more worried was Meruru's words.

No, no, no—

Sister, please, can I call you sister? Can I call you mom? I'm begging you, please don't say such scary things.

Admitting to being a witch is unexpected, and complaining is understandable, but the worst, most wrong, and most unacceptable thing is this last sentence.

It's this last sentence.

'You won't die easily.'

Hoshino Utsunomiya thought of Meruru's magic on ice.

The magic is called healing magic, a magic that can heal injuries, a magic that perfectly matches her kind and gentle image.

Ironically, this was the kind of magic he hated most at that moment.

It could pull him back to reality from his near-death experience, shatter his wishes in mid-air, and multiply the torment he was suffering.

Bad magic.

You're not going to stab me in the back while treating me, are you?!

You really wouldn't do something so vicious, would you?!

Hoshino Utsunomiya had worried that such a thing would happen, but he thought that since Meluru Ice was a cruel witch who would choose to kill, she probably wouldn't think of using healing magic to save people.

If you had gone along with the atmosphere he had created and agreed to his request, then you should never have treated him while trying to kill him.

How could you stab me while revealing your identity in my ear and still not let me die?

Holy crap, how could this witch be so evil?!

No, no.

Although he could no longer speak, although blood was rising in his throat, and although his strength had rapidly diminished to almost nothing.

But Hoshino Utsunomiya still managed to control his body, releasing the girl's hand and tightly embracing Meruru's body with both hands.

"Huh?!"

The girl let out a soft moan.

However, Hoshino Utsunomiya did not feel anything special.

The softness that should have been felt on her chest was blocked by the hand holding the blade, and the delicate body that was tightly embraced around her neck was interfered with by the thick, gorgeous dress. Although she could still feel the warmth, the touch through such fabric lacked a sense of reality.

more importantly.

It hurts so much!

Stop shaking, witch!!!

If you're going to stab someone, just stab them. Why are you still holding the knife with your hand shaking so much?

No, I need to hold the knife, I need to hold the knife.

If she hadn't let go of the knife and died from blood loss, it would be hard to say whether it counted as a witch's achievement.

But it still hurts a lot.

Ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch—

Why am I not dead yet? When will I die? Shouldn't I be dead by now?

As death approached, Hoshino Utsunomiya's thoughts seemed to become increasingly chaotic.

What he didn't notice was that Ice Meluru had no intention of casting a spell after she finished speaking, nor did he notice the expression on the face of the girl who should have known she would follow and gradually approach.

All he knew was that...

I should die.

Right now.

Consciousness breaks down at this moment.

"..."

"..."

"..."

As her fragmented consciousness returned, the moment she opened her eyes again, Hoshino Utsunomiya saw that familiar owl.

“One of you is the Great Witch in disguise.”

It said this to itself.

"......ha?"

Chapter 81: Everything's Wrong!

Track, track, track.

What is the most important thing in tracking?

The ability to conceal oneself from detection; the ability to track a target precisely without losing sight of them; the patience to keep a close watch without ever becoming impatient.

Hiro Nikaido felt that none of these were correct.

There is only one most important thing.

cheeky.

You need to have the thick skin to continue following the other party nonchalantly even if your tracking is exposed or fails, after regrouping.

No, it's not that she's shameless; it's simply that a sense of responsibility is driving her, rather than the embarrassment of being exposed while stalking someone.

Moreover, her pursuit was not unsuccessful.

The one who failed was Emma Sakura, that greedy, silly dog ​​who would run up and trot to be fed at the slightest beckoning.

It was a mistake to entrust the tracking task to her with confidence.

Fortunately, I can now focus all my attention on tracking them and keep my sharp eyes on their movements.

Now, they opened the door of the mansion and went outside.

We have to keep up!

"Squeak..."

"Click..."

When Nikaido Hiro casually closed the door behind her, she finally managed to pull her attention away and see the world outside.

It is very open, very natural, and full of greenery and vitality.

...It's completely unexpected that this place is actually a prison where witches are held.

Maybe we can escape? Maybe there will be a rescue?

The fleeting thought was quickly put away by Nikaido Hiro.

Focus on tracking.

Glancing at Emma Sakuraba, who was standing beside him with her mouth slightly open as she looked at the bright surroundings, Nikaido Hiro hesitated for a moment before quickly abandoning his plan to remind her to pull her along.