The witch ladies want me to confess my love

She said that they would meet again, to change the parts of your mind that she couldn't stand, and to make you give in... This was no joke. Unknowingly, you had influenced Sakura and made her more proactive. And subtly aroused her inner desire for control.

The thoughts of a 14-year-old girl are completely different from those back then, and the way you look at 14-year-old Sakura is also completely different.Four years later is the day I set for you to meet again. I wonder if you will still remember your original intention at that time...or maybe create new sparks.

Talking back to Ursula, you can imagine that those girls who were looking at your fruit and salivating were picked by a passerby A secretly when they looked away. Because they were too rough, they even gave you a little fear. and misconceptions about women.

Although Ursula is a girl, if you use the experience you have accumulated to deal with other people, you will probably make a big joke.

At the end of the story, she endured the curse of the evil dragon on your behalf, allowing you, the dragon slayer, to escape the fate of becoming an evil dragon... Is this really the case?

Fourier, recall the words of your beloved Ichihara Yuko: "To be known by your name means that your opponent has grasped a part of your soul; to be known by your birthday is to be grasped by someone's experience and future since birth. development of."

Based on this principle, Crowrido erased his real name and birthday. Based on this principle, you became Fourier and had the birthday of April [-]st.

You are honest with people close to you in details, but you lie in big things. Lies protect your soul and your life, from the past to the future.

Fourier called you for so long, I almost thought you were really called by this name.However, those who want to get close to you will not be satisfied with the truth you throw out. In the name of love, they will definitely want to know more and more, which is exactly the thing you least want them to know.

However, can you really hide it?Secrets exist to be cracked, and lies exist to be reversed by the truth.

By chance, a letter from the past has been sent to you, Fourier. Whether you are calm or worried, hope (nightmare) and hope (dream) will come back to you.

★Volume [-] Dandelion★

Chapter 1 Lily of the Valley

The night before Fourier left Rivendell.

He made an appointment with the hostess who lived here to have dinner together before leaving.So it was rare that his teacher took off his silver armor and faced Fourier in a homely manner.

They sat at both ends of the dining table. The candlelight lit up the table knife in the hostess's hand, leaving a warm light. The hand holding the table knife was slender and delicate, like the well-kept hands of an ordinary noble lady, so in the It seemed unbelievable to Fourier that all the young man could feel from these hands was the pain dominated by the overwhelming power erupting from the slender hands.

He did everything he could to win, but the woman stood there, with the flower shadow spinning on Fourier's face under the open umbrella. His teacher's green eyes reflected him who was slumped on the ground, full of tears. severe.

"You are not enough yet," the victor sighed.

"The teacher is too strong," Fourier muttered at that time, "Where does a woman get such strength? It's like cheating."

"But it's not your turn to complain. If you were willing to complete my training properly instead of secretly reading some novels, at least you wouldn't be so embarrassed now."

"You, you are so old, don't you know how to respect other people's privacy rights?"

"Kid, I've been here before. Is there anything I haven't seen before?" The woman knelt down and pinched Fourier's sweaty cheeks. "Don't worry, I'm not that boring. It's rest time, stand up Fourier, you We haven’t reached our limit yet.”

The crisp sound caused by the collision of the dinner plate and the silver fork brought Fourier back from the phantom of the past. He looked up at his teacher and found that the blue eyes that were always stern in the past were now full of tenderness, a woman's uneasiness and The loss was cleverly hidden in the shadow of the chandelier, but it did not escape Fourier's sight.

Like a teacher bidding farewell to students leaving school;

Like a mother bidding farewell to her beloved son;

Like a sister seeing off her teasing younger brother;

Like a friend saying goodbye to a close friend who is traveling far away.

Fourier himself couldn't figure out how to define the relationship between him and the other party. Some kind of passionate emotion was brewing in his heart, making his fingers holding the knife tremble slightly, but he didn't know what to say.

So he chose to remain silent. Whether it was the spicy sauce or the heat of the borscht hitting his eyes, Fourier always felt that his nose was a little sore and he had the urge to cry, but he knew that a man should bury his tears. Deep in his heart, he grabbed the edge of his shirt with his free hand and put spoonful after spoonful of soup into his mouth, plus bread, six dozen Ostend oysters, Six portions of Soupe steak, one tomato and mushroom fried chicken, one plate of egg yolk lobster, peas, one portion of pasta with mushrooms, three bottles of Madeira white wine, three bottles of champagne, plus many cups of coffee and sweet soju. Cold cuts are not included.

After a long time, Fourier, whose memory was not very good, could still recall the menu of the last supper. He and the teacher were both people with great appetites and informal dining etiquette. At the moment of farewell, the two adults ate and drank. Partying really ruined the atmosphere, but they didn't care, and they wouldn't care.

"I thought that one day you would leave me, but I didn't expect it to be so soon. In the blink of an eye, you have reached the age where you can be called a man. It seems that time passes at a completely different speed for us."

When he said this, the teacher's hand stopped for a moment, and then said: "I wrote a letter asking my old friends in the capital to take care of you. Unexpectedly, the first person to respond to me was the Dimensional Witch. We haven't seen each other for almost 100 years. ”

"Is she a scary person?"

"'Contradiction' is the only word suitable to describe her, and it is also one of the few understandings we have of her... Ah, if it is more vulgar, she can also be described as a great beauty."

Commenting on the beautiful woman in front of a beautiful woman is a mistake that no adult male would make - except for Tiehanhan, Fourier wisely avoided the topic.

"What am I going to do with the Dimensional Witch?" Fourier asked.

"Be a tool man."

"Tool man?"

"Well, I was sent to all over the world at her command, dealing with everything from finding a lost cat for my little sister to dealing with nuclear leaks."

"This is not the same thing at all."

"From the perspective of the dimensional witch, this is the same thing. Everyone has a wish, and only those with the strongest wishes can enter her shop, see her true appearance, make a wish, and pay the price. And then seeing the wish come true.”

"I don't believe there is such an omnipotent extraordinary person in the world." Fourier muttered, "What if I wish for the resurrection of the dead?"

"That is indeed something she cannot do. It is not an area she can interfere with... No, in the whole world, life and death are irreversible. Just like building blocks, the law of life and death is the bottom piece of support. If one piece of the pillar is removed, the whole world will collapse. Everyone wants to live longer, and no one expects the world to end."

"I just asked casually. Teacher, you answered so seriously, which made me feel embarrassed."

"I know that the habit of preaching makes others feel bad. Well, just think of it as love. The teacher answers with all his heart because he cherishes you as a student."

"How can there be such perfunctory love?" Fourier muttered, "Teacher, do I have to be a tool?"

"That's not necessarily true, but you know, that one is called Jin now..."

"financial crisis."

"Well, due to the financial crisis, I heard that even many extraordinary beings have lost their jobs and are working as nuggets at home. It's hard to find a job, especially for a swordsman like you who was born to slay dragons. I'm afraid you'll be begging for food as soon as you walk out of the novice village. Now it's already Stories about heroes and evil dragons are no longer popular.”

"...Then let me give it a try. Tool people sound very unreliable. There is always the possibility of joining a shady company, working under an abnormal boss and working with abnormal colleagues, and then bringing in more young people who are not familiar with the world. It’s a delusion that pulls people into this black-hearted enterprise.”

Fourier raised his head and said: "If I feel bad, I can just resign and find another job."

"Yes, but your future boss is a very charming person. You are naive and stupid. Be careful to be obsessed with her and become a role model among tool people."

Fourier was slightly shocked by the teacher's comments. At this time, he had a face as young as a 20-year-old, with clear eyes. The sadness at the separation could not hide his ambition.

He firmly believes that everyone should seize the first opportunity to fight when they first enter the world.He would win everything from gold Camaros to girls in Versace and then come back with the spoils to tell his teachers that he had grown up and was no longer a kid,

The two chatted for a while, and the woman carefully told Fourier what he should pay attention to when he was alone outside. The young man didn't know that she was such a verbose person, so he didn't dislike her, but was just a little sentimental. He had already eaten six dozen ords. Stan's oysters also became bland.

After dinner, the teacher took the initiative to stretch out his arm and take Fourier out for a walk.A cobbled path leads to a hillside overlooking a glen filled with lilies.

The deep night sky was lit up by stars, and the cool evening breeze brought the fragrance of flowers and blew the woman's golden hair towards his neck and cheeks.He could feel the warmth of the arm held by the teacher and the heartbeat that was different from his rhythm.

Fourier secretly glanced at the side face of his female companion, thinking that he should say something, but the woman's eyes turned around and she could tell what he was thinking at a glance, and she laughed softly.

"Fourier, sometimes I think you are a gift from God."

"Huh? Why are you talking about this?"

"Because of this, I will cherish it, but I will not think about occupying your life forever. You deserve to be happy and have many children with the girl you like. And I only need a small spiritual sustenance from you." .

"It's too late to push me away now," Fourier said angrily, not looking at the other person. "You saved my life, which is almost equivalent to giving me a second life. In return, I will try my best to help you." You. If it is something that money can solve, I will work hard to make money. If it is something that extraordinary power can solve, I will work hard to become stronger...

You are different from me. You are a true hero and a living legend. I will help you even if I risk my life to help you. "

"Just because you are still saying these childish words, you are naive and stupid. However, that's all I like about you." The woman's eyes reflected the swaying shadow of the valley, "Fourier, some people look... They are still very young, but their hearts are already old. Their passion has been consumed in life, and they no longer have hope or despair for anything, only peace is left.

No matter how hard you try, you just drop a pebble on the calm lake. Your actions make waves, but the lake is always calm. It freezes in winter, melts in spring, and cute little things thrive on the lake in summer and autumn. , I didn’t come back until the next year, and it was like this every year. I was used to it, and even fell in love with such an unchanging scenery. "

"But the things that don't change..." Fourier whispered, "are the same as death."

"As long as someone remembers, there is no real death."

"Teacher, this answer is really cunning."

The woman smiled and blinked: "Yes, cunning is the prerogative of adults. When you face younger children in the future, don't be a cunning adult."

"Definitely, I will be an outstanding person who is honest and trustworthy, serious and reserved, stays away from women, is not greedy for money, works hard for my lofty ambitions, and leads an active and healthy life."

As a result, his teacher was unfazed by this remark.

They shared the majestic starry sky that many people today have never seen with their own eyes, and the beautiful valley that has not been disturbed by strangers for a long time. After a long silence, Fourier heard the teacher's voice.

"Do you love me with holy affection?"

The young man looked at his female companion in astonishment. The blonde had always avoided talking about their relationship. Even if she did, she would use swords and books to make him exhausted and have no energy to think about.

At the moment when they were about to part, under the starlight and witnessed by Lily of the Valley, she pointed out the problem frankly.

"In the name of holy feeling," Fourier replied.

"Never change your mind?"

"Never change your mind."

"Like a goddess with a veil of love and a white crown?"

"If the goddess exists."

"Like loving a sister?"

"It's like loving a sister."

"Like loving a mother?"

"Like loving a mother."

"In a knightly way, but without hope?"

"In the manner of a knight..." Fourier muttered, "but without hope."

The woman put her hands behind her back and walked around Fourier. Her eyes were firmly locked on the young man's figure, as if she remembered him in this way.

"I know that there are parts of these vows that you are not happy with, Fourier. I just want to freeze our time forever at the moment when we met. At that time, the valley was full of lilies.

As long as you have the heart to remember me, that's enough. The rest is to find a woman who is willing to give you children. The more children you have, the better. This is ordinary troubles and ordinary happiness. "

In the whisper of the blonde, the shadow of the lily has been swallowed up by the darkness, leaving only a faint outline that allowed Fourier to imagine the scene of the lily blooming.

"I promise to freeze our time forever at the moment we met."

Oath is a kind of power. The seven oaths made by the young man caused the weapon box sleeping under the tree not far away to light up with seven lights: gold, orange, white, cyan, blue and gray alternately, and finally turned into red.

"It's a color that matches you, right?" The older man pushed him from behind, "Go and get your weapons. Every man must enter society. At the beginning of his life, he should Seize the first opportunity to fight.”

Without waiting for the blonde to say anything more, Fourier was already led by the wonderful sense of closeness on the weapon box and walked over. The nightingale's song sounded in his mind, blessing this world decorated with red.When he held the weapon, fiery light covered his body, penetrated and overflowed from every tiny pore.

"Smile, Fourier. Boys who love to laugh will have good luck."

These were the last words the woman said to Fourier. After dawn, Fourier got on the train to the capital.

As soon as the young man entered the world, he ran into the behemoth of the city. In the forest of steel, he appreciated the power of civilization with admiration and awe.

The innocent and stupid young man seemed extremely embarrassed during his first 24 hours in the city. A sudden rain made him hurriedly run into a shop. When he raised his head, he saw a strange witch standing in the courtyard with dim red eyes. Lock him down.

A character with such personality, such weirdness, and such a strong sense of presence is probably none other than the Dimensional Witch.

He didn't know what to say. At this time, Yuko Ichihara spoke: "Everyone who comes here is a person with a strong desire. Young man, what is your wish?"

my wish?

Fourier was stunned for a moment, then his eyes became firmer and he expressed the wish hidden in his heart——

Chapter 2 Empty Nest

On the tenth day after Fourier disappeared, Kiana hugged a pillow and sat on the armrest of the sofa, listlessly watching TV. She was wearing a beige off-shoulder knitwear and a black camisole underneath, which was a mess. Her hair extends all the way to her waist, and some parted hair even falls on her hot pants.

Valkyrie wears one slipper on her feet, and the other slipper has gone somewhere. Five plump round bamboo shoots are arranged together, and the curved feet leave a light red arc in the air.

She knocked her heels on the sofa again and again. For Hei Zhen, who was sitting on the other side reading, it was nothing more than an unbearable noise.

"It's enough!"

There was a hint of irritability in Heizhen's words. If it were the girl in Orleans, the elegant and easy-going words in the local dialect would have blurted out. Now she held it back and flipped her hair. Her unmanaged short and medium-length hair lay on the silver silk bed. There was a rustling sound on the robe.

After the only man in the family left, whether they admitted it or not, emptiness, loneliness and coldness surrounded them. In the first two days, Kiana could still happily play games, read comics, and chat with friends in the chat tool. Now she has become It has an empty shape, like an empty nester.

Loneliness made the two girls neglect dressing up. If Fourier had explained his purpose and where to go, the lonely time would have been bearable.Because there is still hope, but now, the endless waiting is turning hope into despair.

When Fourier was still there, he acted as a lubricant to prevent girls from being too hard and causing sparks when they came into contact with each other. But now, loneliness drives the two empty nesters closer, but they forget to pave the way for them. and buffering.

In the past few days, Kiana and Heizhen sometimes quarreled and sometimes had cold wars, but they couldn't help but look at what the other party was doing.Ichihara Yuko did not assign them new tasks, and they liked to stay at home when they had nothing to do. Valkyrie even saved the effort of going back to her own house next door to sleep at night, and moved directly into the Fourier house without an owner.

That night, she hugged the pillow and prepared to go to Fourier's bedroom to assert her rights, but found Heizhen already sitting there.

Kiana knew the useless knowledge that Heizhen used a vacuum when sleeping at night. Heizhen also knew that Kiana liked to wear a bandeau-style suspender pajamas. After some "friendly" negotiation, they Each occupied one side of Fourier's bed, sharing the same bed with different dreams, cursing the other to fall down in the middle of the night.

Another Ms. Joan of Arc has never appeared these days, and Kiana can't help but complain that the other person is a superficial sister: when Fourier was around, the vampire was kind to everyone, and seemed to regard this place as home; under Fourier, When he was away, she disappeared and never came back.

"Hey, stop reading, what are we going to eat tonight?" Kiana asked.

"casual."