Whose youth romance story begins with a witch's trial?!

"This was all part of that guy's plan!! She made me confess to Chang Rong, saying that would break up their clique. After that failed, she made me find a way to kill Kurobe, because her magic and identity are particularly troublesome. She also likes to 'go against my' decisions. As a result, during the conversation, I ran into that Ice Girl—and then I even ran into Kurobe who came after hearing the commotion... Everything, everything is in chaos!!"

—So your confession... was it all for this false purpose?

"This is all messed up—it's ruined my original murder plan!"

With her right arm twisted almost a full circle, and muscles and bones bursting out, Sakuraba Nana roared with a ferocious expression.

—!?

"Isn't this the prison where witches are held?! So, killing is inevitable, right?! Then it's okay to kill her—so I plan to drug her with sleeping pills, then throw her into the incinerator... After tomorrow's incineration, that damned guy who always bullies me will be completely gone, right?!"

—Were all the dreams you told me back then just acting?

The pink-haired girl's left and right legs were twisted off one after the other, while at the same time a new device slowly fixed the girl's head in place.

"Ughhhhh!! No, don't look at me like that!! Didn't you guys want to kill me!? That girl had a handgun hidden from somewhere from the beginning... She definitely wanted to kill me too! I just struck first... No, I was just acting in self-defense!!"

—Sakuraba-san, did she... from the very beginning... want to kill her comrade, Mizuyu Chisa?!

Crunch, crunch, crunch—

A terrifying, distorted sound, chilling to the bone, emanated from the pink-haired girl's neck, yet despite the angle at which a human would have been dead, the girl remained alive.

No... it should be said that it is 'mutating'.

"Help, help me, Chang Rong—help me—!"

—Is all your goodwill... just a disguise called malice?

Snap!

The pink-haired girl's head was completely severed, but her body twisted visibly. Countless black lines clung to her body, and even her severed, drooping head writhed and spun wildly.

"Hiss hiss roar! Aaaaaaah!!!!"

"[Coo coo coo... Alright, the execution is over. She's completed her 'witch transformation,' and it seems this one isn't a 'great witch' either... Ah, never mind what I said. Anyway, congratulations, everyone has found the real culprit.]"

"【I am extremely grateful, Mr. Chang Rong. Thanks to your efforts, this witch trial was the fastest I've ever conducted in my hundreds of years of experience, *coo coo coo*~】"

The monster that was once Nana Sakuraba roared loudly, but it disappeared along with the execution platform. The courtroom returned to its original deathly silence, with only the warden announcing the perfect and swift end of this witch trial.

"Ugh... Ugh... Ugh... Ugh... Ugh... Ugh... Ugh... Ugh...!!!"

Chang Rong bent over and vomited.

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Night falls in the prisoners' individual cells.

"...Rong, can't sleep?"

"...It would be strange if I could sleep."

Chang Rong sat on the lower bunk, staring blankly at the floor in response.

"Today I... I personally... executed Sakuraba-kun..."

"What an idiot—"

"Waaaa, Xiaoxue, you... Pfft!"

The white-haired girl slowly descended from the upper bunk and, without warning, 'roughly' twisted into Chang Rong's arms.

"Rub your head."

"Huh?"

"Rub your hair, Rong."

"Uh, okay..."

Xiaoxue bumped her head against Chang Rong's chest, demanding that he stroke her pubic hair. Although he was completely bewildered, he could only reach out and stroke the white-haired girl sitting in his lap.

"That girl, she seemed to have been enduring what the black-haired girl thought was 'taking care' of her 'bullying,' which is why she had the desire and preparation to kill from the very beginning."

Xiaoxue squinted her eyes, revealing a comfortable and enjoying expression, as she slowly recounted the story of the deceased, the murderer, and the two girls.

"Hmm...it seems so. Sakuraba-san already harbored hostility towards Mizuyu-san before even arriving at the prison..."

"So, Rong—was it her murderous intent that led to this case, or was it the influence of the [Witch Factor] that led to this case?"

Sato Yuki suddenly turned around and sat between Chang Rong's legs in a duck-sitting position, her pale white, snowflake-like eyes staring directly at the white-haired boy at close range.

"Sin—ultimately, it's 'The Witch's Original Sin'—tell me, please. Having experienced such a major shock, you must now have the answer."

Like a demon demanding a contract, Sato Yuki kept coaxing Chang Rong into revealing his feelings.

"I……"

Chang Rong looked at the girl so close to him, feeling the warmth and moisture with every breath she took, and his cheeks instantly flushed.

"I don't know, but... if I had talked to Sakuraba more, if I had known what she was really thinking, maybe things wouldn't have ended up like this."

"...Huh?"

Sato Yuki was taken aback by Chang Rong's answer of "or" in the "YES or NO" question.

"I don't believe in any 'original sin,' there's always a way to solve everything... There's always a solution, no matter what the situation—ooh!"

Chang Rong's words were interrupted by a touch that was both cool and warm.

The snowflake-like girl gently leaned down and kissed the boy's cheek.

"Xiaoxue, you... Waaah, I... I was just... kissed by Xiaoxue? ^q^??"

"What an idiot, Rong! What kind of answer is that? You're such an idiot..."

thump!

The lithe young girl tackled the white-haired boy to the bed, and her already slightly loose clothes fell off, revealing her fair, snow-white skin, as delicate as a porcelain doll.

Chang Rong had seen Xiao Xue's body almost completely naked, but that was only when she was taking a bath, and even then, Xiao Xue would wrap herself in a towel.

However, (like Jiu Xian) in this 'o-wo liu shi' room, like Liu now 'showing all of Qi' in this way, I have never seen it before, even if I am Chang Rong.

—-—Anyway, the chair is fine, I can use ('forget' but) 'Qi's Si magic to cover up the traces. Anyway, as long as I speak, this idiot will definitely agree. Anyway, this idiot will definitely not have any objections.

So...so...let's just consider this a small consolation, a rehearsal for the 'things' we must do in the future...

"This is a comfort from the Great Witch. You idiot, a pure idiot, a flawless idiot... You should cherish it."

He did not choose the original sin of either witches or humans.

Since that's the case, let it be for this moment, for this night, for this instant. Let me forget everything too.

The hatred of the great witches, the original sin of humanity... please let me forget these identities, and simply, as [YUKI], enjoy this happiness that those with original sin are not worthy of touching...

The great witch named 'Snow' shed everything she carried in that instant, revealing her pure and innocent side to the flawless.

The girl, incredibly clumsy, incredibly shy, and incredibly hard-working, hugged the white-haired boy tightly, desperately racking her brains to recall what to do next after a man and woman were completely naked, based on her astonishing wisdom accumulated over hundreds of years.

Meanwhile, in the room in the corner—

"Great Witch... Achoo! Waaaaaah...?"

Having finally woken up from her coma, she found that the witch's trial was over and everyone had gone home to find their mothers. Not knowing what to do, she could only go back to sleep in her little bed. Suddenly, she sneezed.

"Don't be afraid, Chang Rong, I'll always protect you... It's alright, this collar is part of the protection... This cage is also part of it... Key? I don't have one... I've already spoken to Xiao Xue... That stupid reporter has already been silenced... Come on, don't refuse, I'll protect you fiercely—Achoo!?"

After the witch trial, Kurobe Nanoha Kaori tried to sneak into Chang Rong's room but couldn't open the electronic lock, so she had to slink back to her cell. She woke up from her dream, but perhaps because everything that happened today was too exhausting, she just rubbed the back of her head where the scars had scabbed over, and then turned over and went back to sleep, while also planning the next step to protect the white-haired boy.

Volume 1: The Story of the First King in Season 1 of '99

"Much more from Europe and America," "Wommed," "I didn't wear a condom," "Oh, not even one."

"...?"

When I came to my senses, I was surrounded by all sorts of strange and unusual people.

"Thank you for saving that child—though it was just a fleeting illusion, it was still a commendable step forward for the child."

A girl with short blonde hair, wearing a white shawl and surrounded by countless dolls, clapped her hands and spoke to Chang Rong.

"Witches possess wisdom and history far surpassing that of humans, but they have also gradually become stagnant due to the excessively long passage of time, and have never been able to create new life and a future."

A girl with long, silver-white hair, the same color as Xiaoxue's, wearing blue and black underwear, and holding a huge sword-shaped staff spoke to Chang Rong.

“We have let go… no, the Lingzhiwo Lingba people never had the vision of judging anyone from the beginning. Only that child, she possessed the emotions closest to 'human,' and these emotions became her 'sin.'”

A girl with long, wavy golden hair, wearing a black dress with gold flowing patterns and a bright red flower on her head, spoke to Chang Rong.

"Xiaoxue is neither cold-blooded enough nor able to show all her gentleness. She cannot let go of the fire of revenge, yet she cannot extinguish the seedling of hope. She carries too much burden for this world, for humanity, for the fate of witches... and she has forgotten too much. So please continue to guide that child; she already has the right to find her own happiness."

With long pink hair and wearing a pure white wedding dress, the girl with golden eyes that seemed to be entangled with countless causes and effects smiled and spoke to Chang Rong.

"Well--"

Enveloped by the witches, Chang Rong wanted to say something, but he couldn't make a sound. He could only follow the witches' smiling invitations and explore the witch island together.

This is a dreamlike island, with a magnificent castle in the center, surrounded by colorful flower fields, lush green trees, dazzling rainbows, and cotton candy-like clouds.

The drawers in the recreation room are like a treasure trove, where you can find all sorts of interesting toys from around the world every time you open one. Sometimes you're unlucky and you might draw a Three Kingdoms Kill card, and sometimes you're lucky and you can draw the hidden UR blue round-headed old man.

The library smelled musty because it hadn't been maintained for years. The purple-haired, bean sprout-like girl in a bathrobe who called herself the 'librarian' could exhaust herself just by reaching for the books on the top shelf. It was hard to imagine how she managed an almost infinite number of books without exhausting herself.

The small art studio had a "No Trespassing" sign hanging on it. Upon inquiring, it was discovered that a witch's magic pen had awakened its own consciousness. Although it could produce a drawing in 10 seconds, it would then continuously produce various variations such as swimsuits, bunny girls, cycling outfits, slimes, Takeuchi faces, etc., causing the witches great distress, so they had to temporarily seal the room.

The fountain in the atrium would dance along with the piano music in the reception room, but every time the blue-haired octopus god played a certain song, he would suddenly hiss and bristle, and then be dragged to the infirmary. The mysterious blue sweet water would become docile again.

The seemingly solemn and dignified court is actually only responsible for judging which witch accidentally created a field effect that cannot be temporarily eliminated today, or judging who stole the cream cake from the human side in the underground magical ice cellar, or judging the Pearl Tears Elegy Clan.

Moreover, because the witches' thinking was too naive, in the end each time, it was always the suspect who had to take the initiative to stand on the stage and give an acceptance speech.

Along the way, Chang Rong greeted the carefree and leisurely witches. After passing through the main gate entwined with vines and flowers, and guided by cat grass that swayed and produced sunlight particles and could shoot out air cannons, Chang Rong arrived at a lake that resembled a mirror.

A snowflake-like girl now stands in the middle of the lake. She stands there quietly, surrounded by birdsong, sunlight, and flowers, so beautiful that she seems not to exist in this world.

Go!

The witches gently nudged Chang Rong's back, and the white-haired boy followed suit, walking towards the snowflake girl.

"—You've arrived, Rong."

The ripples on the water behind her startled the girl. She slowly turned around, revealing herself to the white-haired boy, a smile on her face.