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

"That kind of pufferfish balloon-like personality is annoying, cough cough, it's not right, it must be corrected."

Hiro snorted coldly, not intending to say anything more to Emma Sakura, even though Emma looked forlorn and pitiful.

—Although these three cases are not your other hand, I want to know your true nature more than anyone else, Emma. You... will kill everyone sooner or later, you are evil.

As for that rabbit?

Thinking of the image of the boy giving false testimony during the witch's trial, Hiro's tightly furrowed brows relaxed a little.

However, his behavior at that time... seemed to be a stress response when he was 'becoming a witch'.

Does he also have his own 'taboos,' or rather, 'obsessions'? What could they be?

It's been so long since I've felt this desire to get to know someone.

Are you—will you be 'correct', Chang Rong?

"I'm so angry! He actually pretended to be a knight to trick me, the worst kind of guy, Desuwa!"

"Chang Rong definitely shouldn't be given the position of the top fan club member. I never expected him to be such a low-level fan!"

The other two members of the Rabbit-Fighting Squad, Tono Hannah and Hasumi Rhea, walked past Hero while muttering complaints.

"No, but... young ladies are all very magnanimous, giving him another chance isn't out of the question..."

"It seems that rather than teaching him how to be a qualified stage star, the first thing to do is teach him how to be a qualified idol fan! Hmph, that's a piece of cake for me!"

"..." Shiro watched as Hannah Tono and Rhea Hasumi chatted, their expressions shifting from sullen complaints to self-reconciliation and unrealistic anticipation, as if he had found the answer to his earlier questions:

This guy isn't 'correct' in the slightest; on the contrary, he's a complete dangerous element!

If left unchecked, he will definitely drag even more people down with him!

Volume 1: 20. Emma's Band-Aid

"How come they're all so much bigger than the last..."

Chang Rong accidentally revealed his true colors after making a careless remark. After being interrogated by the person involved, he staggered to his feet.

The aspiring witches had all dispersed. Considering that a mass 'murder' had recently occurred here, it was understandable that they didn't want to linger.

"I'm going to talk to the warden about your accommodation. No matter what, your gender is still a special matter that needs to be handled specially. In the meantime, you better behave yourself and don't cause any trouble"—after saying this, Shiro left, leaving Chang Rong standing there, unsure of what to do.

Ever since Chang Rong shouted at the Shake ad, "I'm going to Gala to build a harem in the Muda World and live a youthful and romantic life!", the events that have occurred since then have been beyond Chang Rong's control.

Whether it was being frozen, lying on a board in the medical ward, being dragged to be Hiro's sewing machine partner, or giving false testimony and rambling during the witch trial, all these things came at once, leaving Chang Rong with no choice whatsoever.

Now that Chang Rong finally has some so-called 'free time,' she feels a little lost.

—By the way, now I should have time to research that so-called YUKI-branded dating system.

Thinking of this, Chang Rong eagerly took out his phone, but after pressing the power button, he only saw a battery icon with a slash flash twice, and then the metal bucket wearing a hat 'ignore!' did a somersault, and the phone went black and lost power again.

"..."

—This system is completely useless so far. Can I get a seven-day no-questions-asked refund?

Chang Rong complained under his breath that ever since his soul transmigrated to this world of the Tomb of the Gods, the only thing this broken system had ever prompted him to pursue the already dead Lelouch in order to start his "Creative Brother Financial Management Mode."

Given the current situation, this kind of work should be done by a necromancer; it's a bit beyond my capabilities for me to do it myself.

Talking to the deceased to build up a good relationship with them is pure nonsense.

By the way, the deceased—

Upon thinking of this word, Chang Rong had already decided on her next destination: the prison where Baosheng Mag had once lived.

If possible, I'd like to learn more about this con artist.

Because the punishment room was next to the underground corridor prison, Chang Rong, although he did not know the full picture of this retro castle, still followed the path that the guards had led him to and arrived at the prison passage on the first basement level.

Perhaps because the other girls had just experienced the witch's trial and didn't want to go straight back to this oppressive prison to rest, the prison passage was unusually quiet.

—I remember Baosheng Mag's prisoner number was 664, which is the second cell near the exit... Hmm?

Originally thinking the cell was empty, Chang Rong discovered that a pink-haired girl had already slipped into the room when he arrived at the door of cell 664.

"Maga-chan... Mag-chan..."

—Sakura Emma seemed to be rummaging through something while crying… It didn’t seem like it was safe to go in right now.

In any other situation, Chang Rong would definitely think, "Hey! I'm about to get my hands on the head of the great god Ga La Ge Mu!" and then confidently approach him to trigger the favorability event, frantically increase the bond, unlock special CGs, and enjoy the delicious food.

But this involved the passing of someone, and facing a sensitive and delicate girl like Emma Sakura, Chang Rong didn't think her few words of comfort as an outsider would be of any use. She figured it was better to just leave quietly.

"Huh... Chang Rongjun? I... I'm so sorry!"

Before she could even leave, the pink and white-haired girl noticed Chang Rong. Sakura Emma was startled at first, then immediately wiped her eyes with her sleeve, trying to erase the traces of her tears.

"I'm sorry, I came over without saying hello."

Since she had already been noticed, Chang Rong had no choice but to go into the room.

Unlike the flamboyant and complex temperament of Baosheng Mag himself, this cell was surprisingly simple, with almost no decorations.

"No, no... well, thank you so much, Chang Rong-jun!"

Emma Sakura stood up from her kneeling position, forcing a smile as she tried to regain her usual cheerful demeanor.

"I don't have anything to thank you for, do I? Rather, I should say that because of my recklessness during the execution, I almost dragged everyone into it."

"Didn't Changrong help Hiro-chan? If it weren't for Changrong, everyone might really have thought Hiro-chan was the murderer..." Sakura Emma said with a hint of fear in her voice.

"Nikaido-kun? The outcome of the trial was more due to Nikaido-kun's more convincing logical reasoning and his 'I must survive' spirit."

Chang Rong wasn't being modest; after all, someone who could calmly say things like "the murderer actually killed me by stepping on my back" was destined to succeed no matter what he did.

"Chang Rongjun is also very important!"

Sakura Emma, ​​abandoning her usual docile demeanor, suddenly leaned close to Chang Rong with a serious expression. Her gradient light pink eyes met Chang Rong's gray pupils at close range.

"Well... then I'll take the credit. By the way, Sakura-kun, were you there?"

Staring at those big eyes, Chang Rong felt that even if she really wanted to refuse, she probably wouldn't be able to say it.

"Ah, I want to look around and see if Mag-chan left any belongings behind..."

When the topic turned to Marger, Emma's expression fell again.

"Sakura Emma, ​​what do you think about the Qi Dai Liu Bao Sheng Ma Ge Yin incident? And what about that ice skating incident that's supposedly a shady affair?" To prevent Sakura Emma from becoming more depressed, Chang Rong took the initiative to ask.

"I... I don't understand why things turned out this way. The conspiracy, the witch factor, killing for love... I really don't understand at all..."

"But whether it's Mei Qi Lu Lu or Ma Bage Jiang, the fact that she has disappeared and left makes me very... sad."

Emma Sakura leaned against the edge of the bunk bed, speaking softly with her head down.

Looking at the soft, whimpering pink-haired girl in front of him, Chang Rong was caught in a dilemma:

—Want to touch it? Right now, here?

He could even see the interactive QTE icon popping up above Emma Sakura's head (PS. Not the kind that squeezes out red souls, nor the kind that allows you to instantly kill David Tao).

While there's a 50% chance of getting your affection level increased by petting your fur like Noah, there's also a 50% chance of ending up like Hero, with your fur standing on end and you hissing in disgust after being petted.

Which one should I choose? Which one should I choose?

—Tsk, hesitation leads to defeat, Chang Rong, you're a master of Gala Gemu! The atmosphere has been built up to this point, there's no reason to run away!

Chang Rong reached out her palm and carefully placed it on Sakura Emma's head.

"This shows that Sakura is a kind girl who can feel the same joy and sorrow as others."

"Eh...?" Feeling the unusual warmth on her hair, Emma Sakura quietly lifted her head and made a small noise.

"Actually, when I saw Hosho Maga turn into a witch, I felt inexplicably angry. To paraphrase Nikaido, the idea of ​​a person turning into a witch is absolutely 'wrong,' so—"

After kneading for five rounds, Chang Rong gently patted Yingyu Emma as a finishing touch.

"Let's work together to find a way to prevent everyone from being corrupted by the witch and leave this place."

"Chang Rongjun... um!"

Emma Sakura nodded vigorously and smiled, her pointed canine teeth at the corners of her mouth looking extremely cute.

—Looks like Emma Sakura really is a 'puppy-like' dog, huh, plan in action! She's practically chewing up the big dog at the doorstep... oh, I think I've already used that analogy.

Chang Rong withdrew his hand with a sly grin, like a conspirator who had succeeded in his scheme, but suddenly felt a sharp pain as his hand brushed against the edge of the bed.

"Hmm—a nail?"

Chang Rong then noticed that Bao Shengma had hammered a few nails by the bed, one of which had red liquid hanging from it.

"Judging from the arrangement of these nails, it looks like they're intended to be used as hooks for hanging curtains—"

"Chang Rongjun, you're bleeding...!"

Chang Rong was still analyzing the room decoration that Bao Sheng Mag hadn't been able to finish, while Ying Yu Emma held Chang Rong's right hand, her tone somewhat flustered.

"I guess he got scratched by a nail. Luckily it wasn't a rusty nail, so it won't cause tetanus." Chang Rong didn't take it too seriously. A wound like this would stop bleeding quickly even if left untreated.

However, unlike Chang Rong, who seemed indifferent, Sakura Emma showed a somewhat anxious expression.

"We still need to do something about it! At least stop the bleeding... Ugh, right, that's it...!"

Emma Sakura clenched her fingers, deep in thought. Then, as if struck by a sudden thought, a blush crept onto her fair face.

The next second, Chang Rong watched as Sakura Emma opened her lips, closed her eyes slightly, and slowly leaned forward, putting Chang Rong's bleeding finger into her mouth and sucking it.

A moist, stinging, warm, and itchy sensation travels through your fingertips in one breath.

Chang Rong wanted to say something, but when she saw Sakura Emma carefully holding her injured wrist with both hands and clumsily and diligently licking her fingers, she couldn't utter a single word.

However, if you can't come up with an answer, someone else can help you.

“Sakuraba… Emma—!”

Separated by the iron bars of the cell, Nikaido Hiro, who had arrived at some unknown time, looked at the scene before him and uttered syllables that sounded like they came from hell.

Volume 1: 21. What to do if your puppy is panting?

“Sakura, Emma…!!”