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

How did this happen?

As we traveled, Ville and Emelda broke it down. Especially Ville, who looks completely distracted. Neglected in love, I can tell.

I think that one. I wonder if it's because Emelda is smiling through the "Don't Come Close Aura" being released from the ville. People who can't read the air are strong, right?

I'm sure no woman has ever been this close to Ville before. I think they've been alienated by birth and atmosphere even though they have hot elements. It seems likely that the person wasn't interested in romance.

While I was having a headache over the unscheduled, I quickly decided to support Prince Rain and Emelda. It's a bitter plan.

Ville can't be happy where he was tied to Emelda.

Most importantly, Ville and Emelda don't fit. I think this would suit a more thoughtful, inclusive and calm woman in Ville. And then there's nothing to say if you're a good cook. Look, it's the opposite of Emelda.

"Hey, what, that black object... is a joke, right?

As I distanced myself from Hedro, who deceived Stew, Emelda tilted her neck.

"It doesn't look good, but it tastes normal, doesn't it? Hey, everybody's gonna eat it, right?"

Everyone turned a blind eye at once.

"Haha, I want to taste some more of the air here, no problem"

Prince Rain escaped early. That's a terrible story. The air tastes better than Emelda's handicrafts. But that's right.

"I'm on a diet right now... sorry"

"Oh, that's sloppy! Mocha! I'm on a diet restriction right now, too!

Mocha and Charlotte, who have newly joined the journey, also leave with painful excuses. Emelda slowly drifts and there is awkward silence around her.

That's where Ville comes forward.

"... I eat"

"True!? Then I'll make a big deal out of it!

"Oh, oh."

Stop it, Ville! Don't go too fast!

I couldn't stop crying. [M]

If this were to happen, I'd leave Emelda's taste in a decent way. In relation to brain capacity, Emelda is now starting to feel delicious no matter what she eats.... No, so who can imagine producing a charcoal-extinguishing dish that shouldn't exist in this world. Is Emelda the devil or something?

Ville finished her stew with a much steeper face than usual and said, "... it was delicious, but it's bad to have Emelda make it all the time. Now I'll make it," he said.

Everyone but Emelda, who was on the spot, fell in love with Ville. God.

Emelda laughed happily, too. Look at that. Prince Rain doesn't seem funny, but then we're talking about eating. We still have the mud stew.

Prince Rain wasn't what he seemed, he was quite a belly-black man. To observe from his amount of knowledge of witchcraft, he probably knows how short the life expectancy of the predictor is. Nevertheless, it does not stop Emelda from predicting, nor does it reveal the facts to his fellow citizens. Besides, I'm taking a light look at my fiancée's presence, and I'm fine with Emelda and flirting even in front of Ville.

You're doing pretty much what I think you're doing, but you don't care.

One day, you should know everything and despair. What your father did to everyone.

Ville is not the only victim of the king.

Mocha, a maid of honor to the prince, was the daughter of the House of Celius, who had produced an outstanding civilian for generations and held the position of Viscount.

Do you know why the Celius family fell?

Because Mocha's father realized the truth about the raid on the king's capital and tried to charge the king. He was assassinated in the guise of an accident because information leaked near the king's side on the verge. Mocha's mother followed her husband herself, and her possessions were wiped out by evil merchants, and she had to return the Viscount, and the family was scattered.

Prince Rain picked up the mocha that was on the way, didn't he? He seemed familiar to me originally, and he seemed like a childhood friend.

Miss Mocha decided to give me a hand in my revenge, too. It's the end of my luck to stop leaving messages at the castle and come after the prince. I had four of my people come in.

It's about charlotte. Human beings that have nothing to do with it.

I chose the trace of the Grand Chamber of Commerce as a companion because I thought it would be useful in financial terms. The assistance of the Konrat family alone is limited. Well, it's heartbreaking to get an unrelated young man into an ugly revenge play, so we have a proper reward.

Emelda, according to research, Charlotte has a sister who suffers from an incurable difficulty. He's just looking for a cure at the Chamber of Commerce Outpost.

With my witchcraft and Emelda's all-knowing combination, I'll develop a cure for your disease. Of course, if Charlotte could help me, though.

Our journey went well.

Too much sex is scratching balls, but teamwork isn't bad. As an unwillingly mascot character, I tried not to have a wave. When the Prince is meeting Emelda, stay as close as possible to the Ville and talk to her, or something.

And little by little, sprinkle the whole kingdom with fabric stones to hunt witches.

The wicked witches make strange cases, center Emelda's predictions, and solve them dramatically. This still shows so much witch ugliness that eventually it shows that a series of incidents is an organized crime.

The princes tried to capture the witches for information, but it didn't work. It's too manipulative to get to Sonia right away, and I've had a bit too many witches in the organization, so I was hoping you could help me reduce them.

Sorry to bother Ville's hand, but more martial arts for that matter. I want Ville to snow the Cross stigma denigrated in the King's Capital raid.

I guess I felt a little sorry for Coral the Witch when she died. Coral, who entered the organization, is caught in a weird case. No, no, his buddies wiped him out by magic for mouth sealing.

Coral also tried to steal the lives of others for his own beauty. So I have no choice.

"I don't know anything about eagles. However, on Master Sonia's orders... Huh!

Eventually, the prince plotted around and the witch, who had finally caught him alive, threw up the name of one girl. I captured two or three people afterwards and gave similar testimony. At the same time, it was also revealed that the Kingdu raid was the plot of Aronia, the Witch of the Redemption.

"Again, Miss Sonia..."

Ever since I heard of "The Red Witch's Daughter" in the first prophecy of Mistrian doom, I guess I've been associating Sonia with it. Emelda's predicted median is now at an unquestionable level. And through the witch's testimony, Prince Rain gained certainty.

"Let's summon and charge Sonia Carnelian. expose her sins under the day"

"How? The majority of the people still glorify Aronia, the savior witch. No matter how much the prince says, I don't know if you'll believe me without conclusive proof."

The prince laughed lightly at Charlotte's words.

"Take away your calm and ask yourself to manifest your true nature. This is a bet, though."

If you notice, the wedding ritual between the prince and Sonia was approaching next month.

I haven't seen Sonia again in about sixteen years.

If I say I'm not nervous, I lie. I can't even say I'm not guilty.

But I can't pull back. [M]

The witch has decided to destroy it. Use whatever is available for this purpose.

I don't even hate dressing my bloody daughter in wet clothes and making it a need for revenge.

"Are you sure?"

A few days before the wedding ceremony, while waiting at the castle, Nefra asked me again and again.

It was depressing at first, but I could see you were really worried about me. So at the end of the day I could laugh and answer.

"I'm sorry, Nefra. I don't deserve your respect. [M] You can stop being a disciple."

Nefra sighed.

I think I'm stunned. But they didn't tell me to stop discipling.

And the wedding day I picked up.

I was hiding in the air corridor on the side of the cathedral with both Charlotte. If anything, protect the princes with my magic and charlotte sniping.

Ville and Mocha, along with other squire, accompany the prince's side. Emelda followed the prince by saying herself "I really do".

The king sits in the highest seat of the cathedral. I held my heart in my fist to indulge in murder. [M] How good would it be to cast magic from here and inflict the greatest pain and death on him?

But not yet.

Returns hundreds of times as much pain to the King as he received a cross. Watch the witch hunt happen again in your reign, and Mistria will be devastated.

"Come on, I wonder what the rumored witch will look like. If you think you can marry a prince, it's the worst wedding ever to be rebelled and exposed to your sins."

Charlotte's words stuck my breath.

I don't know anything about Sonia. Even the power of Emelda couldn't find out why.

I didn't even mean to take a direct leg and talk. Because I feared that I would find out who I was and that my revenge plan would go crazy. Before that, I thought he would curse me if he found out I was his father. I didn't like that.

I was doing everything I could to escape Sonia. I've been distracted.

What kind of girl is Sonia?

Have you grown up to be a bad girl after all? Or maybe you grow up good?

At the time I was raised by Aronia, I know that's not possible. But, but... what if I cry out of a prince's quarrel?

My heart was simmering. [M]

It was then that I realized that I would face the greatest sin I had ever committed.

The cathedral squeaks.

Because the prince appeared without wrapping the bridegroom costume.

The Chancellor had eaten, but he could not stop the progress.

The music plays loudly and Sonia's admission is announced. A girl dressed in a luxurious pure white dress. You can't see your face covered in a veil.

"I do not marry an abominable witch. The only thing I love is Emelda."

The prince's voice of strong rejection echoed.

Sonia stops her legs. Seeing Emelda leaning against the prince, she seemed to tremble only with her heart.

Those around him, including the Chancellor, condemned the prince's outrage at the same time. But without shaking, the prince spun the word.

"What did you know about the covenant with those who meddle with the kingdom? This marriage was set up by all the red witches."

Then he goes on to utterly describe the sins committed by Aronia twenty years ago. I can see the audience attracted to the prince's words.

Sonia's gaze turned to King Mistria. The king wasn't supposed to know what this prince was doing, but he hadn't changed one complexion. I won't even try to stop it.

"Answer me, you greedy witch! What brings you here for?

The gaze of everyone in the cathedral heads to Sonia. The tension maximized and the silence engulfed the place to the point where my ears ached.

"- Don't be ridiculous! How dare you! How dare you disparage me!

The silence exploded by the bride's roar.

Sonia's intention to kill called for a swirl of magic, and the cathedral fell into chaos at once.