The witch ladies want me to confess my love

The Witches Want Me to Confess to You Author: Descendants of Gray

Summary:

This is a passionate song composed by a nightingale and a rose. It tells a heart-warming story about Baptiste Fourier and twelve witches. In short, the hero steps on twelve boats.

Chapter 1 Thunderstorm

The first time Fourier met Jeanne d'Arc Alter was on a noisy afternoon.The heat of the May sun and the fragrance of flowers brought by the wind blowing through the blinds brew together into a beautiful feeling that spreads in the coffee shop.

The young man came from out of town in the morning. Before arriving at his final destination - Santa Mantua Girls' High School, he chose to take a rest at a coffee shop next to the middle school.He knows very well that even if he does not look for the target, the target will be included in his vision at the right time.

This is "fate".

When Fourier ate three times the amount of snacks for an adult under the horrified look of the clerk, and then picked up the novel to read, his fingers had only turned three pages before he heard the bell ringing at the door and erratic footsteps. Sounds and laughter intertwined, and several youthful breaths stayed on the seat on the right.

He took a glance and saw several girls wearing the uniforms of a girls' middle school. The uniforms were dresses made from nuns' clothes. The oppressive religious clothes were cut and changed. Beautiful golden patterns were on the long skirts with the main tone of black and white. extension.When his eyes stayed on the target's face, the target happened to raise his head and their eyes met.

She was a cold beauty, with short and medium-length silver-grey hair neatly combed, and a flower made of black gauze on her head. She passed by her round forehead, and under the protection of her thin eyebrows, she had big, pale golden eyes. The stern gaze reminds people of a winter dusk, which is cold but beautiful.

The sunlight passing through the blinds lit up the right half of her cheek, bounded by the shining tip of her nose. The other half of her face was covered by a shallow shadow, and her delicate, pink-white skin revealed health and vitality.

Paying attention to the situation on Fourier's side, the girl raised her eyebrows.In her eyes, Fourier was a slender, good-looking young man with black hair and brown eyes typical of the southern region. The hand holding the coffee cup was very steady, just like the young man's expression. He is a social person with mature thoughts and sharp tactics who is trained by being beaten and beaten in society.

When the girl's two beautiful cherry-colored lips parted, and the harsh words had not yet leaked from the delicate folds of her lips, the female companion next to her pulled her sleeves and said, "Joan of Arc, this time we How about we perform "Thunderstorm" in the drama?"

"Don't call me Jeanne d'Arc, I'll be angry. Jeanne d'Arc, alter or alter, whatever you want."

"What about Miss Avenger? I remember you said that when you first introduced yourself."

"Hey, next time you order here, the price will be doubled."

"Are you a devil, Mr. Store Manager?!"

The girls laughed, and Jeanne d'Arc Alter lost interest in Fourier. They chatted for a while about the story of the girls' school. After the food was served, they seriously discussed how to adapt the play and who would act in it. main character.

Fourier picked up the cup and took a sip. The surface of the black tea rippled, and the face reflected in it became blurred.Listening to the female student's conversation, the corners of his mouth curved slightly, and he closed the novel he was reading. The words "Thunderstorm" on the cover were covered by his palm.

As he thought before, this is "fate".

Back to a week ago, Fourier, who had just finished his vacation, was called into the office by his boss. There were two things that a young man hated the most in his life: the first was being alone with his boss in the office, and the second was making a report to his boss.

Nowadays, the annoying things are combined into one. It is not difficult to imagine that Fourier's expression smells like salted fish, and his boss, an older fighter who does not know how old he is, is lying on the sofa smoking a long pipe, frivolous The mist obscured her figure.She is obviously good-looking and has a good figure, but she has a slightly unapproachable feeling about her.

A fickle woman is like a feather in the wind.This classic lyric from Verdi's opera Rigoletto, in Fourier's opinion, could not be more suitable to describe Ichihara Yuko. She is so fickle that people can't figure out her true thoughts at all.

Of course, Fourier was sincerely convinced of the witch's abilities.

The smoke gradually dissipated, and the red tobacco in the pipe flickered like a heartbeat. Ichihara Yuko moved the pipe away from her mouth, looked at the patterns on it, and said to Fourier: "Fourier, this is a new commission. In While you were away, a young lady from Orleans came into the store and made a wish.

You know, the culmination of the present program of education for girls carried out by the Board of Education, the Lycée de Santa Mantua for Girls, was thwarted locally in Orleans by Toby Gerrard, who had been trying to abolish the school. "

When Fourier mentioned the new job, he became energetic again. Sometimes he doubted whether he was destined to be a social animal. He liked the job when he saw it.jpg.He searched his memory and said after a few seconds: "Is that person the leader of the local Concern Group in Orleans?"

"Yes, his large monopoly group has extended its tentacles into various local areas through continuous mergers. Some people say that he is the king of Orleans, and his words are more useful than the Senate in the capital.

Because of this, if the Education Bureau gives women the right to receive education and corresponding places, then Mr. Gerrard’s cost of hiring female workers will increase. In other words, the profits he can extract from these female workers will decrease. , Profit is the life of these big entrepreneurs.

The client's wish is to keep this school and crush Gerald's conspiracy. "

Fourier read some hidden information from his boss's words. The King of Orleans probably extended his tentacles into the local education bureau, judicial organs and police system. They are probably all traitors, losers and lowlifes, and they cannot deal with Gerald at all. Things that obstruct female education programs may even become an accomplice in turn.

"Then what should I do? Go to the local area as a private firm employee, collect evidence, and then return to the capital to report to the relevant departments?"

The Dimensional Witch looked at Fourier with a smile, but there was no trace of smile in her half-lidded red eyes.

"If this thing were that easy, the client could do it by herself. Because she couldn't do it, her desire became so strong that she came here.

In my opinion, it's faster to deal with the troublemaker than the trouble he created.Perhaps during this trip, if you target Toby Gerrard, you will have a higher chance of completing your mission. "

"Did that person named Jeanne d'Arc Alter pay the price to you?"

"Not yet. Considering how difficult Mr. Gerald is to deal with, she has to pay a very heavy price, so she needs you as a middleman. According to my intuition, you might be able to encounter some good things. .”

The unattractive female boss flicked her fingers, and her figure was blurred by the mist in the pipe again. Fourier could see the dimensional witch's heart that was about to come out, but he did not understand the ability in her heart. He only thought that she was a joke.

"Fourier, be careful, there are some fates that you can't avoid."

At that time, the young man's left foot had already reached the door. When he heard his superior's words, he lowered his head and glanced at the weapon box hanging on the left, and the dark color swallowed his sight.

At this moment, Fourier's eyes once again fell on the black weapon box leaning against the table, and the phantom of seven days ago appeared in front of him.Neither Jeanne d'Arc Alter's commission nor the solution in his mind were secrets that could be told to outsiders, so throughout the afternoon, he kept refilling his glass to pass the time, savoring the friendship between the client and his school friends.

When the sun was about to fall to the horizon, Hei Zhen - the nickname he gave to his client in his heart, her friends chose to say goodbye, and the employees in the coffee shop bowed their heads to the JK manager and finished their work. Then he also left the store.

They glanced at Fourier who was still in the store with strange eyes. Life had already taught them how to deal with the unknown. Since the boss didn't express it, they didn't need to care.

When the last outsider left and closed the door behind him, the wind chimes tied to the door made a crisp sound, the afterglow of the red light dissipated, stars dotted the sky divided by the blinds, and the shadows falling on the floor were being swallowed up by the night.At this time, Fourier's weapon box seemed to come alive. In the mechanical song of gear meshing and reciprocation, the indicator lights arranged above the weapon box began to light up.

First it was bright red, then light gray. After blue and green, white flashed away, and the indicator light finally settled on lively orange.Joan of Arc Alt finally raised her head, letting Fourier's figure appear in her pale golden eyes.

She could feel the invisible power spreading around Fourier's strange box.

The shutters were closed, and the door bolts and window bolts were stuck in their corresponding positions. The business sign at the door was turned over, and the words "Opening" were erased, and in its place, the orange text of "Commission officially started" appeared.The gramophone was turned on, Franz Schubert's "Swan Song" was playing, and the phantom of the dolphin followed the rhythm, swimming melancholy on the windowsill, wall, and floor, with light orange circles everywhere it went. cover.

"Miss Yuko once said that the world chases wishes, and wishes chase the world. Whether you recognize its existence or not, whether you admit its existence or not, what should exist will always exist."

With Fourier's opening remarks, the kerosene lamp in the room was lit, and its soft glow also lit up the buttons on Fourier's coat.The young man stood up, his harmless disguise faded away, and the weapon box at hand trembled slightly. As the light reappeared, the shadow covered the petite Heizhen Alter, and the restrained and powerful aura also covered her.

The girl looked at Fourier and saw the fine stitches weaving patterns of nightingales and roses on his clothes. The heart of the nightingale was nailed to the thorns of the sacred linden tree, and its blood was dedicated to the pure white rose, thus dyeing it. into deep red.

"Now that you have caught up with your wish, your wish has also caught up with you. Baptiste Fourier, an employee of the Dimension Magic Office, is at your service."

The young man bowed slightly and put his right hand on the left side of his chest, expressing his respect for the client with the fashionable etiquette in the capital.When he raised his head, the girl saw the deep red color like roses in the young man's eyes.

Chapter 2 The Philosophy of Foreigners·Start

"Do you...really understand what you are doing? Forget it, it is better than someone who reeks of hypocrisy."

The girl in a black dress was briefly attracted by the red color in Fourier's eyes. She seemed to see something, and after muttering in a low voice, she said: "Joan of Arc Alter, I am the one who entrusted you."

Fourier looked down at her, but the girl stared back with double the intensity. Her expression and eyes at this moment were ferocious.

However, her height only reached Fourier's collarbone. Seeing her looking up and glaring at him, Fourier thought of the tiger held in his palm.

"Miss Alter, we still need a formal contract."

A dove flew out of Fourier's luggage like a magic trick and landed in the man's hand, making the sound of a hedgehog dove.Immediately, it unfolded into a parchment scroll with formal provisions attached to it.

The black Miss Jeanne, or Black Jean for short - this was Fourier's inner name for her. Her eyes quickly fell to the end of the contract and she made a "tsk" sound.

"That's my name that I signed in advance. Is there any problem?"

"Well, nothing."

When she also confirmed the contract and signed her name, Fourier finally understood the meaning of the girl's "tsk" before: juxtaposed with his beautiful cursive calligraphy in a row, Heizhen's calligraphy was stroke by stroke, in order. It's like a primary school student who has just received enlightenment education, but it is obvious that this is the result of careful practice.

Fourier did not dislike hard workers. On the contrary, he believed that hard work was a valuable spirit.

"What's that expression on your face? Come on, this is the contract."

Hei Zhen handed the contract back, and she felt that the intimidating momentum that the young man had just released shrank back and became harmless to humans and animals again. The phantom of the dolphin swam around in the room, and its tracks were all over the room, making this place different from the outside world. Temporarily divided.

"I originally thought the store manager came in person." Heizhen said.

"Ms. Yuko usually stays in a shop that can grant people's wishes. Whenever and wherever, a destined person who has a strong wish and can pay the corresponding price can travel through time and space, come to her, and ask her to fulfill her wish. .

However, in most cases, the price of realizing her wish is too heavy, so a foreign operator like me is needed as an intermediary. If I realize your wish, the corresponding price will be much smaller. "

After Fourier explained, he sat opposite Heizhen, took out a notebook and said, "Confirm again, your wish is to keep St. Mantua Girls' High School, right?"

"Yes, what price do I have to pay for this?"

"It depends on how difficult it is to realize your wish. I'm used to giving first and then asking for something in return, so you still have some time to think about it." Fourier's pen clicked on his notebook, "For now, it's Toby Jay Ladd is posing a threat to the girls’ high school, right?”

"Yes, he is a man who can even sell the noose used to hang himself in order to make money. If women are educated, his employment costs will increase greatly. In his view, the value of women and children is to send them to his Three or five years later, the rumbling factory became a newly added grave in the public cemetery outside the city.

Others said so of him, but my motivation for making the wish was not as noble as saving the women and children of Orleans.

There are some annoying people in this school who always call me by the wrong name. They chatter and make noise like sparrows who wake up at four o'clock in the morning every day to make iron. They are always brave enough to take on the troublesome things, and when they can't do it, they come crying. It's going to be a lot of trouble to find me.

However, this is their shelter. Without this school, they would not even have a chance to change their destiny. They can only work in factories. After a few years, they will become tombstones outside the city. It is too boring. Instead of doing this, Might as well see these nuisances every day. "

"No, I think actions that can benefit others are noble actions. From this point of view, Miss Alt, you are also very noble."

"Don't be ridiculous." The girl sneered and shook her head, "It would be better to say that words like justice and nobility that can't help but make people get goosebumps should be as far away from my life as possible."

"Is that right?"

Fourier recorded the motive of Heizhen's wish and wrote the word "lying" at the end. This was his judgment. Heizhen's friendship was true, and her knowledge of hating beautiful feelings was also true. Truth and authenticity Taken together, the result is a lie.

Fortunately, he also lied to her, and the two sides were evenly matched.Lie to lie is the safe distance between strangers.

"What are you going to do?"

"The crudest plan is to knock out Toby Gerrard directly, he is the troublemaker, and we all know that it is easier to deal with the troublemaker than the trouble."

"What about the most elaborate plan?"

"Investigate all the intelligence that can be used against him, and then use it effectively." Fourier's pen stopped on the name Toby Gerrard, "In the asymmetric battle between individuals and groups, in the end we have to think The method can be transformed into an individual battle to separate the enemy from the group, or find a way to gather the group yourself.

It sounds cool for one person to challenge a group of people, but it's actually very stupid, similar to Don Quixote.For this reason, I will try any method that can separate the other party from the group, including kidnapping, assassination, and poisoning. "

"I thought... you were a decent person."

"It's just work, performance is the most important thing, and the nature of my job also makes it easy for me to jump repeatedly on the edge of legality and illegality. Judging from your expression, I don't seem to let you down." Fourier's pen paused For a moment, "Is this a safe base?"

"Obviously, this is my source of income and nothing else."

"Then I suggest we talk somewhere else. There are two guests monitoring this area from a distance. Fortunately, my barrier-making skills are quite good and we didn't let them see us.

Dear Miss Alt, if others see us together at this time, they will gossip. "

Heizhen ignored Fourier's joke and explained: "They are 'special forces', ferocious hounds raised by Gerald. They use taboo human body modification technology, supplemented by strict training, and are equipped with the best equipment. Suppressing all those who resisted him in Orleans.

We all know this is a fact, but Gerrard, who controls the media mouthpiece, used money to fool people's IQ and turned it into a rumor. "

The girl stood up as she spoke. The skirt that was originally sitting under her buttocks was stuck to her thighs with folded marks. Fourier felt a little obsessive-compulsive disorder after seeing it. He liked the neat lines of clothing and always wanted to reach out and pull it. , but if he really takes action, Miss Heizhen probably won't listen to his excuse.

"You fought them?"

"We have fought, but there has never been a winner, and there is no point in deciding the winner. A domesticated hunting dog can make up for the losses no matter how many kills it takes when fighting alone. Thinking about it makes people demotivated."

The girl turned around and glanced at Fourier unkindly: "If you look at him again, I will dig out your eyes."

"If you put it this way, there should be a lot of blind people in Orleans." Fourier joked.

He responded with a soft hum and the back of his head. Heizhen's silver-gray hair just reached his neck, and a bunch of hair raised up in an anti-Newtonian way, swaying slightly with the girl's movements.

Fourier lifted the weapon box, and the phantom of the dolphin was shattered together with the barrier laid in the room. The room returned to its original state, and the "Opening" side of the notice board came into the girl's eyes.

"Let's go, I feel sorry for you to stay at my house for one night."

"Should I say it was an honor?"

"If you dare to mess around, I'll burn you."

According to the current atmosphere, this sentence should be a joke, but Fourier felt that the little Miss Heizhen was probably not joking.

The notebook he stuffed in the middle of the weapon box silently added more information under the entry of Jeanne d'Arc Alter.

The client and the operator who came to resolve the request left the store and walked on the street keeping a subtle distance.Orleans is a big city, but at this moment, there is only white moonlight mixed with the shadows of street lamps on the road. Those reflections are distorted in the grotesque geometric shapes of Lobachevsky, which looks depressing.

"In the imaginary space, whenever the special forces want to deal with someone, they will spread out such a barrier near the target and drag the person out of the real axis."

"In other words, I can think that this is the result of the real world rotating 90°... If in your metaphor, the real world outside the barrier and the imaginary number space inside the barrier together form a In terms of the Cartesian plane of certain algebraic structures.”

A trace of confusion flashed in the girl's eyes. She said words like imaginary numbers and real axes, but she seemed to know nothing about complex numbers. If she were a mathematician here, she would have to seriously correct her mistakes. Her response was a vague response.

"Well, all in all, time passes at the same speed here as in reality. The injuries sustained here will also be fed back to reality, but the damage caused here will not affect reality. Gerrard regards Orleans as his own back garden , fighting in the city means the loss of his property, so he has to fiddle with these things to defend his property.

When we first met, there was no trust. I think it would be better for you to feel it in person than to use words. "

Looking past Heizhen's back, Fourier saw the slim figure leaping up into the night. The cross-shaped cold light flashed away. A second later, the cold light was fixed at a distance of 3 centimeters in front of the young man's left face. The outline of the arrow tip was reflected in the pupils of his eyes.

Hei Zhen grabbed the arrow that sniped Fourier with his bare hands. The black arrow shaft was flowing with acceleration runes, and the feathers at the end were still trembling.

"This hatred is not something that can be calmed down so easily."

The girl chuckled, her voice sounding extremely happy.Then, the arrow in her hand was swept away by black flames, and materialized into a cage-handled long sword with a black background and red stripes. She held it in her right hand, and the war flag with a black background and white edges was pointed at one end on the ground, and the other end was straight. Pointing to the sky, the ominous feeling became so thick in the air that it almost blocked the young man's breathing.

"Welcome to Orleans, Fourier."

Heizhen's words remained in the wind that gathered around her, and in an instant, she ran towards the attacker's direction.