The Last Boss Witch Will Keep Her Past Self's Crush Until Her Dying Day

I think about it many times since that day.

Where did I go wrong? [M]

It's been almost two months since I smashed my wedding with Sonia the Witch and broke the contract engraved in my body.

I haven't been out of the castle in the meantime.

Because I was traveling freely hiding my identity until a while ago, my life was cramped and I had no choice. It's probably because of the change in the castle's attitude towards me. I used to be about to be sighed out "Oh man," even if I took my wings off a little bit, but now I can turn my eyes to the accusation that I just said "I missed it".

I have no choice. I did something I shouldn't have done.

He broke his covenant by naming his country, betrayed his subordinate expectations, and exposed himself to lethargy in front of guests from other countries.

Although there have been a lot fewer people admiring me, it would still be better to just be treated as a prince.

Ironically, however, some people have reviewed me for a breach of engagement.

"They're going to be looking for a new fiancée. It's a good thing. Find a woman who will support you, who will be king above all, for the sake of your country, and for the sake of your people."

"... I intend to, Mother"

As she lay in bed, the queen of this country smiled with a humble smile. The shadow faded when she was hailed as the best beauty in Mistria, and her skinny and glossy cheeks are painful.

My mother is weak and hasn't shown herself in public in years. Even the matrimonial ritual was absent.

The reason I'm lying down is mental.

My mother hates big witches.

He moaned that my only son, I, was destined to marry a witch, and that my friendship with my husband had also become sinister and heartfelt.

... My mother hates Aronia the Witch of the Redemption.

During the raid on the King's capital twenty years ago, Aronia gave his father a light throne back and pulled it up into the countryside.

At the time, they were whispering among the people, "Wasn't my father and Aronia in love?"

They weren't married because my father was already married to my mother. Healthy Aronia pulled herself back and even the seat in the side chamber solidified. But he said he broke up with the covenant, wanting to marry each other at least sooner or later the children to be born.

... It's a romance of sadness that the masses seem to like.

Of course, it's just a creation with no roots or leaves, but my mother, who was shrugged as an obstacle to love, shouldn't have been funny.

That's not all.

Eventually the covenant that children would marry each other was apparently made at will by my father without my mother's permission. My mother draws the royal currents of her neighbor, out of the righteous house. I guess it was the thought of my bowels boiling back when a child born of my own stomach ache was decided to marry the daughter of a one-country witch.

Maybe my mother is jealous of Aronia. Because the most honorable woman in Mistria is Aronia, the Witch of the Redemption, not the Queen herself.

I can't believe I bent my navel and became physically and mentally ill...

The atmosphere at the time is only known to the parties. Something that can't be truncated if it's a nasty rumor may have really been between my father and Aronia.

That is also what I fear most.

Suppose my father and Aronia really had a crappy relationship.

Could my father have conspired in the King's Capital raid by Jebella twenty years ago?

I've been repeating horrible imaginations here lately. While I don't think it's possible, my distrust doesn't go away.

My father didn't say anything to me, which makes me suspicious. [M]

Ever since I was a child. They are not adorable, harsh, or unholy.

I have no feelings for me. I don't remember ever having a public conversation with my father. I think there's more to lethargism than that.

"Really good. You will never marry that humble witch's daughter. Unlike your majesty and stupid folk grass, you cultivate eyes that see people securely. I couldn't keep him around much when I was little, but he grew up fine..."

I snuck up on my mother holding my head. [M]

Lately, my mother seems to be feeling well. You seem to be sincerely pleased that I did not marry Miss Sonia.

My heart was complicated. Nothing, I didn't break up my engagement with Miss Sonia to please my mother.

Of course I can't say it has no effect at all.

From an early age, my mother whispered, "Do not marry a witch" whenever she looked at each other. Even though he grew up among the people who glorified Aronia, the words of his mother of fruit were great and imprinted on his young consciousness.

Good thing my father didn't order me to go see my fiancé, and of course I didn't invite him to the King's Capital. The exchange of letters was also complete.

Nature and I became skeptical about something called a witch, exploring my late grandfather's library. Because if I proved the legitimacy of the witch hunt, I thought I could break my engagement to Miss Sonia.

Maybe that would unconsciously have made my mother feel better.

It's ridiculous.

I've been wrong since then. [M] Now that I'm what my mother wanted, I remember frustration rather than joy.

"I shall believe you. And the daughter of the hater that she's surrounded by separation... she just used it, didn't she?

My heart made an unpleasant noise at the words.

Even if locked in a private room and rarely present in the castle, she is still the queen of one country. I hear the information network is alive.

"If you ask me, predictive abilities are short-lived. Besides, she's an unfamiliar daughter, right? Very convenient."

"Please don't, Mother. I'm talking about Emelda."

"Oh, I'm not blaming you. Sometimes sacrifices are necessary to protect the country. Clever you would know...... miss her for being temporarily adorable in the shade. I also have some sympathy for my poor daughter, who has no future or freedom. Never, however, take them out into a sunny spot. There must be no affliction of the righteous king, the princess."

Of course I will not tolerate that as a single person, and I exchanged the words of my impending mother in vague terms.

When I have official business, I cut my sympathy and resign from my mother's room.

Back in the office, I was driven by the urge to kick down the stacked paperwork.

Bite down your back teeth and endure much longer. Even so, there is no ugly imitation in front of the unminded men whom the Father has placed.

Exhale a small sigh instead.

With Cedonil, he would have made a slightly more attentive candidate.

The King's belly, who adored me from a very young age, seems to have resigned from his post due to illness. It was sudden. Even if I wanted to go visit, I am now cautious and I am not free to enter or leave the castle.

Without a heart, I decided to take up my official duties.

Even when it comes to official business, we simply prepare a report on the problems and improvements in the domestic economy. Work as if it were a student, but meaningful proposals can be taken up by Parliament. It is a place to test my abilities and it is an opportunity to restore my honor, so I must take it seriously. I'm not in a position to get out of hand in the first place.

The arguments will be summarized as the material is loaded.

The development of Azrite territory in the West has been remarkable over the past few years. People and things gather together, money is moisturizing.

Sometimes there have been no major disasters, but the most important factor would still be the generational replacement of the Aspinel family. There's something to keep an eye on in Lord Sunnig's new lord's spicy arms.

……………

Speaking of Azrites, the land where the Witch's Inside Crew is located. That is, the home of Sonia Carnelian.

Lord Sunnig is Miss Sonia's guardian. Speaking of which, he and I faced each other several times at a ceremony at the castle and had the opportunity to hear the crowd of Miss Sonia.

"Even alongside His Royal Highness Prince Wang, it is a completely unmistakable beauty. We also have equally excellent character and intelligence. I'm my proud sister, not ashamed to put it out anywhere '

The praise of the nobility is limited to listening in half.

That's how I broke it, and I still took it lightly about Miss Sonia.

... this would not have happened if we had been more concerned that Lord Sunnig is the girl who pushes her heartbeat.

Still burning vividly in the back of my brain.

Burning red hair, dewy from pure white veil.

The first fiancée witch I've ever seen in my life was more beautiful than any woman I've ever met.

Above all, it was sharp as a sharpened and forged blade to the extreme.

I've been thinking about it since that wedding day.

If I had married Miss Sonia, would I have gone the wrong way as a prince by now?

If you think of it as a queen, I'm sure there were no more women than her.

"Prince... Prince Rain, how about it's time to take a break? Overstuffing roots can be inefficient."

If I noticed, my maid Mocha looked worried beside me. That's a rare look for the usual cool girlfriend. I've been glittering for a long time with one dossier. [M] While mocking himself that his consciousness was flying in a completely different direction, he decided to take a break.

Move to the next room and mouth the mocha's brewed tea. Confectionery and scones were also arranged, but I didn't feel like reaching out. My appetite doesn't boil.

"I'm sorry, could you lower it?"

A mocha I guessed lays my eyes down.

"At a time like this, Mr. Ville would..."

"Right. If Ville was here, he'd have eaten instead."

At first, I was adamant that I was on a mission, but when I strongly recommended it, I stopped saying no. Hurry up and cheek the doughnuts and muffins so no one else could find them, it was a soothing sight from me.

Some of the samurai were afraid of Ville, but if they had witnessed that appearance, they would change their temper and attitude and start feeding at best. That's how adorable I was.

... Will Ville be bullied by Miss Sonia by now? Or is it adorable?

"I will always find proof that Miss Sonia is an evil witch," Ville breathed before leaving the King's Capital.

Although some aspects are somewhat simplistic and unfriendly, Ville is a hard-working man and can be relied upon at times. But only this time, I'm not counting on Ville at all.

Because they're too bad.

There's no way Miss Sonia would let Ville grab her tail.

No, I don't know if she's really an evil witch in the first place.

Pity, graceful, tart.

The impression I had of confronting her was the exact opposite of naive weird case M.O.

I'm pretty sure Miss Sonia's hiding something out of the way. But isn't she herself completely innocent?

I've been starting to think that lately, but I can't put it in my mouth.

Because that would deny Emelda's prediction.

Separating myself from my official duties, when the sun tilted, I headed away with Emelda.

That building in the middle of the courtyard was said to have been built in Wagamama, a flower-loving princess three generations ago. The construction is sprinkled, and the interior is ready for Emelda. There should be less obstruction than setting up a place of house arrest in a castle room.

"The interview is brief. We'll keep track of the conversation."

"I know."

But with guard soldiers standing at the entrance to the room, it's hard to say it's comfortable.

Emelda is thus imprisoned because of her predictive abilities, but she would have been treated more miserably had she not been predictive. The castle magicians advised me not to stress as much as possible.

Recently, however, Emelda has been questioned for intimidation, suspected of being unpredictable and all madness. All I can do is encourage her. Sadly, I don't have the power to be stopped.

Besides, I'm concerned about it myself.

Why has the prediction suddenly stopped coming down? She's a stiff "can't" and doesn't explain it to me. This didn't even work out to shelter me.

In the simple room Emelda sat down on the bed and was depressed by nothing to do. Usually bright. She still seems worried about a lot of things, too.

"Master Rain!

The girl who brightened her face when she looked at me broke her heart. [M]

"I'm sorry I'm late. Weren't you lonely?

"It's okay. When I saw Lady Rain's face, I felt so much better."

As simple and pathetic as ever. How soothed would have been by her smile on her journey in pursuit of the strange incident.

Just being together makes my heart feel calm and courageous. There is no other woman besides Emelda who makes me feel so rich.

But now...... to be honest, it's hard to see her.

My mother is right. I used Emelda. [M] When we are together, we are reminded of that sin. Is this the punishment imposed on me? [M]

As I sat next to her, Emelda tilted her neck. Mint green hair flutters and shakes.

"Lady Rain, are you a little tired? Because you are in a painful position because of me..."

More and more guilty of drooling like shriveled flowers.

"There's nothing wrong with you. It's all because of my absence."

I must reward Emelda. [M]

He took her out of the village behind the mountain, accompanied her on a dangerous journey and forced her to scatter. I still hide it, knowing that if I use my predictive abilities badly, my life expectancy will dwindle.

To protect the country from a terrible witch conspiracy. Even Emelda should be happier not to know.

Yes, excuse me in my heart.

Of course the feeling of loving Emelda is not a lie.

Look at her poor smile, touch her pure heart, she can't be unattracted.

The man who makes Emelda his wife would be the happiest in the world.

But I'm not just a man.

Any one of them will be the king who defends life on millions of people.

I've been dyeing myself lately. My mother is right, sacrifices are sometimes necessary to protect many people. I have to take the initiative and sacrifice my heart more than I am in a position to make sacrifices.

That is, suppressing the feelings of loving Emelda, but making smart choices as a prince.

"I'm fine. I just regret letting Emelda live like this and I'm sorry..."

"That's fine. Me, in any way. 'Cause I'd be happy to be here with Lady Rain."

My heart rises to that word only for a moment. But soon my body got heavy.

I want to be by my side the whole time.

If that's Emelda's wish, I...

Then Emelda talked about what happened today.

"Charlotte and Citrine came to me in the morning. He gave me books that are popular now and flowers that smell good."

"Yes... good for you"

I am causing a lot of trouble to charlotte.

Preparation of the offerings used for the ritual of divestiture, rooting for the people, and further gathering of information in the country. Besides, he keeps the citrine he's not going to.

'Don't worry about it. When the prince becomes king, I'll have him interest you and give it back!

A man of wide nostalgia. "I just value my connections with the royal family as a merchant," says Charlotte, while crossing a dangerous bridge for me to skip the damage account.

"But when I heard from Citrine that you weren't getting any letters from Ville... I was so worried"

From Ville, about twice. "Nothing unusual so far. I don't see any suspicious moves in the Kruge," I received a brief letter. They're interacting via the Air Arm Chamber of Commerce, and they're definitely Ville's handwriting, so there's no fear of replacing them.

I'm sure he's safe.

I'm curious if you're not threatened or caged, but I'm talking about a rogue ville. Unless there is so much going on, there will be no giving in to Miss Sonia or changing her mind.

"Emelda's been worried about Ville lately."

"Yeah, 'cause I'm really worried... even though it's like Ville killed your parents by Aronia. Pathetic."

I'm sorry to be forced to obey my avenged daughter, he wants to say. If Emelda finds out I'm sincerely worried, Ville will be pleased.

Emelda is quite sinful.

During his journey, he smiled innocently at Ville, snatching his heart, but swinging unaware of it. And I didn't even care how the two of them became close as friends. [M]

I guess it's natural. If I was after you, it would be too scary.

I rushed off and made progress with Emelda. [M] Ville would never have intended to be in love with Emelda from the start. I also owe Ville...

"Besides, me, I've had help from Ville many times during my journey, so I'm probably anxious to leave. You're restless..."

"Oh, that's for sure"

Ville protected us from warcraft and witches. There are plenty of scenes where he would have died lightly if it wasn't for him.

"Dear Rayne, is it difficult to get Ville back to you?

"... sorry. It's gonna be hard right now."

It's a knight I offered as a price for a broken engagement. There's no way I can tell you to give it back to me.

Besides, it would be a little tricky if I could come back to Ville now.

I will now tell Emelda something cruel. [M] I don't think Ville would ever forgive me. I wonder how dastardly. I didn't think I could hate myself so much.

"To Emelda, I have something to say"

"... what is it?

"I'm going to be looking for a new fiancée soon. I will marry a woman other than Emelda."

Emelda solidified as if she had been poked in the void and covered her mouth with both hands after a while. Tears accumulate in the tinted eyes as I look at them.

"Oh no..."

"Sorry."

A puffy tear spills over the girl's blue cheek.

I took her cold cut hand and wrapped it around her with both hands.

"But I don't want to break up with you. I don't want to let go. I just want to love you."

"Dear Rain......"

"As it stands, I have no power to avoid political marriage. But what if..."

As I jammed my words, Emelda shook my hand back softly.

"What is it? How can I make you two happy?

"If Emelda... proves to be a real predictor, or"

A heavy silence descended indoors.

Emelda let go of my hand and wiped away the tears that overflowed from next to next.

"Ho, the truth is... there's only one future I see."

Of course, the watchmen listening to the conversation outside the room must have changed their complexion.

"Really? How could you ever shut up... No, fine. Can you tell me?

Emelda told him with a trembling voice after plenty of troubles.

"Lady Rain, cursed, sees a falling future... I don't want to believe it"

"Am I cursed?

Pottori Pottori and Emelda talked to me.

One day, all of a sudden, a black mole appeared all over my body and I moaned in pain. But the footage of the future is unclear and the surrounding situation uncertain. He doesn't even know when he's going to fall, and then what happens to me.

"I don't know what to do if it comes off, but if it's such a prediction, you better come off... I can't tell you if I'm thinking about it... sorry"

I conceived, holding Emelda's shoulder, who cried hard again.

Curse.

That's one of the Witch's "Seven Prohibitions".

The spirit of the surgeon acts strongly and kills the subject.

I can't control it because of the power of my emotions, and I can't get it into a surgical ceremony. It is a forbidden force that sometimes causes great damage to our surroundings.

"Being cursed means I'm buying someone's grudge."

I wonder who. I have a sense of being neglected from my subordinates lately, but it is hard to believe that they hate me as much as I want to kill them.

"It must be that human...... that red witch"

Emelda seems to be speculating that Miss Sonia is the killer. I still can't forgive you for breaking my engagement and say it must curse me.

I... don't think so.

Although her followers may resent me and curse me, I don't think she herself will turn strong emotions on me.

"Thank you, Emelda. Have the courage to tell me. I'll talk to the magician if I don't have the means to fight the curse."

"Yes. Never, never die......"

stroke Emelda's little back. I was prepared to reward the girl who felt heartbreaking more and more.

Will this prediction hit or come off?

I first thought which was more convenient, and I mocked myself.