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

16 Mirrored Princess

The aisle continued downwards, drawing a gentle arc.

Getting closer to the signs of intense magic.

"Even I was adored by Melissa at first. They made sweets, they read picture books, they were spoiled like real grandchildren. When I was young...... I think I was happy before I found out the truth"

In the dim passage, the unchallenged voice of Celesta echoes.

Me and Ville took half a step back, being careful what she did. Enclose the kohaku with your palms so that you can shelter at all times.

Rosé and the others are worried and anxious, and it's nervous to keep Celesta alert, but haste is forbidden.

Now let's get Celesta's thoughts straight.

"One day Melissa taught me about my origins and role"

The young girlfriend made her mind jump.

Because I was the princess of a certain kingdom and the only one to save the crisis in the country. Acting like a heroine in a story. When you serve, you will surely be loved and appreciated by people from all over the world.

Like, for example, Aronia, the savior witch who saved Mistria.

...... hmm. You remember this kind of thinking girl.

I gavel at Celesta's story, though I feel bitter inside.

"After finishing my witch training all the way, Melissa took me and snuck me to Luziaro. It was to see if I was eligible to enter The Garden of Angels. I was hanging out for my favorite Melissa and her father and mother that I haven't seen yet. I didn't know what sacrifice meant. But it was a problem before that. In contemporary royal blood, angels can no longer recognize you. Since I found out, Melissa's change has been terrible."

The old witch returned her palm and coldly hit Celesta.

Useless, incompetent, waste.

Let's curse him in terrible words, tell him he was raising him to kill him, and eventually throw him away into the depths of the Catalan Empire without money or food.

"Melissa's bad cunt. If you only saw me as a tool, you should have treated me that way from the beginning... because I'm halfway adorable, the hatred boiled so much"

The hatred, he said, gave Celesta the power to live.

The princess, awakened from her dreams, greedily brushed her witchcraft arms. I couldn't be confused.

Sometimes dressed as an adult with phantom magic, sometimes sweetened with a child's face. He said if you got used to faking yourself, your conscience wouldn't have hurt if you sinned.

How dare you get used to playing and lose sight of yourself?

I have to be careful too.

"Nobody knows who I really am. Nor did I know what I was living for. What should I do and what do I want to do? I was old enough to think about that kind of crap that it's not worth anything to me. A little embarrassed."

If you're the princess of Ruziaro, you have no intention of making a name for yourself. They just get caught and sacrificed anyway. The actual royal family lacked information about the contract with the angels, but Celesta didn't know it at the time. He didn't even know Master Yulaia had deposited it with Melissa for Celesta.

Celesta had turned away from the past and had given up everything.

"By then, I didn't even care about revenge on Melissa anymore. Yeah, I was hoping, but I guess I just didn't have the energy to move."

Celesta was lazily spending her days. Looks like he was fighting the old witches to play. Perhaps Melissa's shadow has caught her hand.

"That's when I met the boss. My heart was eagled at a glance. And I feared from the bottom of my heart. Sonia, your father was a very nice, cruel human being."

…………

When she talks about Ambert from her mouth, it makes me feel weird.

Celesta was way more beside Ambert than I was. I know a lot about him that I don't.

Celesta was invited to the organization by Ambert and got a little lost.

This adorable boy is dangerous. I'm sure it will bring ruin to the witch.

'Cause my eyes are saying. I hate witches, I'll destroy them.

But he was whispered sweet words by beings who could be kings of witches, and most witches were enchanted and followed. Celesta seems to have figured out how they feel.

I realize it's a trap, but I can't resist it. So much so that Ambert's presence stubbornly drove the witch's heart.

I'm not the only one. I'm sure he'll love it and show it to me. More useful than anyone else, beside him more than anyone else.

I'll heal you, poor thing.

That's how the witches asked for Ambert's pet to contend.

"I, too, eventually decided to follow the boss. I had a feeling. The boss does all the brutality that even I hesitate to do to fulfill his ambition that no one will be happy. If you see such a worst moment, your chest will surely be scuffed. The boss is a demon pretending to be a human... the demon himself. I sold my soul to the devil, along with the other witches."

A teasing color floats in Celesta's eyes.

"The activities in the organization were interesting. I did a lot of research. Twenty years ago the Witch of the Redemption Aronia and King Mistria plotted, the face behind the Kruge, the foreseeable man in the village behind the mountain, the identity and real purpose of the boss. Sometimes I don't know, by the way, but I'm going to know the whole truth. And of course, the whereabouts of the rose jewels and the circumstances Sonia and Ville have."

This mouthful doesn't sound like a lie.

Exactly what I did in my last life. I guess I haven't grasped this world until it's the second circle.

"There was no madness in my eyes. The boss is amazing. What fate do I spin, like that? And Sonia, you too. I guess that means parents and kids."

… should we still dare to seal our mouths, as initially intended?

Celesta's presence is a threat.

But that's weird. As dangerous as the suggestion that you know the secret is, you know it.

No matter how strong Celesta is, you can take it from me and Ville without difficulty.

Celesta really wants her own death?

You created this situation to get us killed?

I can't read a bad idea.

It was creepy not to feel malicious from Celesta.

Celesta laughed mocking herself as I was thinking about the noise.

"But the boss betrayed me. I don't care what you tried to trick me into killing. Because I was ready. What I couldn't forgive was that the boss was the last parent's face to protect his daughter. I didn't want to see such clichés."

"... it wasn't me your father wanted to protect, it was Ville"

"Are you serious?

Celesta looked exhausted.

I mean it.

Well, I don't think I had any feelings for it now.

"I'm sure your father has changed his mind."

I stopped killing all the witches in this world and focused only on revenge against King Mistria and the dismantling of the witch organization.

And he left me with a jewel and a prophecy and died.

Reminds me of that guy's last face.

... I don't know. I don't know if they loved me.

I wish I could have overlapped more words, but that doesn't come true anymore.

Kohaku roared his throat, rubbing his head against my hand desperately. It's like, "I'm on your side!" It's cute to just say. Soothe.

"My heart has cooled completely. In the middle of my ambition, my heckly boss killed me, so I faked my phantom magic and ran away."

…………

Celesta sighed small.

"Yeah, lie. I just didn't die yet because I had something to do. I don't deserve to be angry with the boss's choice... yeah, the boss distressed if he kills Sonia was so cute, can I forgive him"

"What the hell is that?"

Ville slapped me softly on the shoulder as I bit through the unspeakably complicated feelings.

I know. If you go in, you lose, right? Nefra does, too, but all the humans involved with your father have unique sensibilities. The pace goes crazy.

"For once, I appreciate this. I remember because I was watching the boss and Sonia. That I also have parents, a hometown, and a hateful master. When I looked into Ruziaro and found out that my 'substitute' was there, I also decided to be prepared to face the past"

For Celesta, what does Rosé look like? Its heart is immeasurable.

A fake princess, raised on her own behalf as a beloved daughter of His Majesty the King and Lord Yulaia.

But she won the affection of Master Yulaia and Melissa.

Forced to live an unfettered life, yet loved and loved, and remain beautiful without knowing anything.

She is loved by everyone so much that she is spared the role while being created to sacrifice.

"Do you hate Rosé?

Celesta smiled calmly.

If you look at it this way, it looks a lot like Master Yulaia. And to Rosé, too.

"... Rose's presence didn't hurt me or take my place from me. There is no hatred. It just makes me sad, annoyed, and want to turn away. If my destiny is a little different, I wonder if I'm in Roselint's place and I can't stay calm"

Maybe Rosé is like a mirror image for Celesta. Very similar but opposite, it can never exist in the same world.

The position of princess, the condition raised as a sacrifice, and above all, the two have the same parents and teachers.

But one has turned the world away and slaughtered, and the other has lived cautiously without knowing anything in a narrow world.

Though Celesta seems more unhappy when you think about it this way, Rosé is now trying to give her life to save the kingdom. The fate of the kingdom is so heavy. I don't think Rosé is happy.

... No, I guess it's not comparable.

I'm sure they don't want you to think they're pathetic.

If that feels like it, I can understand it a little too.

"I honestly don't care anymore about the Kingdom of Luziaro. I'm not interested in dealing with angels either. My purpose is almost fulfilled already. Melissa killed. I also said what I wanted to say to Yulaia. All you have to do is remind Roselint"

If you realize it, the lump of magic was right there. Looks like you made it.

The loosely spiraled passage led to a bright spot.

Box garden with glowing flowers blooming.

I can't believe there was such a large space in the basement of the castle.

The magic saturates and the space glitters. It feels like you're swimming in space. In fact, my vision is grossly distorted like I'm wearing glasses that don't match degrees, and it's hard to walk straight.

A little tough for those with a traumatic brain. Celesta is flaunting her face, and Kohaku has kept her weight with me thoughtfully to see if her body is lazy. I'm going to get drunk too.

"Oh, no, why not?"

In the center of the boxyard, at the foot of a huge white statue, was the figure of Roselint. My eyes are red and swollen, and I feel like I'm going to fall down again, but I'm glad I'm safe.

Or is that white statue an angel...?

He has an unconventional columnar body, no arms, and carries white wings. Your face looks good.

It has a plastered texture, like a monument or object that seems to be built in the “Ekimae” of a previous life.

I don't think it's very biological.

But the magic that's all over this space is definitely flowing out of that angel statue.

Are you still asleep or not responding?

Looks like you managed to make it.

"Roselint. Bets are my wins."

A knight apprentice boy stands in front of us.

I couldn't help but notice.

After only a few days of not looking, Tiga's face changed.

A boy who was busy and somewhere sloping stares straight at us.