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

"Are you an idiot...?"

Each of the aspiring witches had a different reaction when they first saw the 'food' prepared for them in the cafeteria. Some cursed loudly, some were terrified, some felt nauseous, and some remained silent with a livid face.

But after Chang Errong's nine types of (staring blankly for seven or so seconds) of self-hypnosis, he began to seriously hypnotize himself, which was indeed the first time that Ryujiro had seen it.

"As expected of a government that builds such a magnificent castle-like prison, they really know how to spend lavishly! Even breakfast is foreign food. I bet this stew tastes really... pfft!?"

Chang Rong, refusing to believe it, scooped up a spoonful of stew and put it in her mouth, then made a sound like a frog being flattened.

"Hmph... Impressive, authentic Ganges flavor, definitely Indian food." Chang Rong wiped the blood he had vomited from the corner of his mouth and looked at the stew in front of him with admiration and awe.

—This guy's ability to deceive reality is enough to create an entire timeline on its own.

Because she was so stubborn, all Xiluo could do for Chang Rong was respect.

Although she didn't know why the food was so incredibly bad, Chang Rong had no choice since she hadn't eaten anything since she arrived yesterday. After filling her plate with porridge and black bread, she found a seat nearby and sat down.

Perhaps because she arrived late, Chang Rong was the only one in the restaurant at the moment.

"Remember to get back to your cell before 10 a.m. You are free to move around and have lunch between 12 p.m. and 3 p.m. You should also have a schedule on your phone, so don't forget to check it after you finish eating."

"Okay, Nikaido-kun, thank you so much." Chang Rong expressed her gratitude to Hiro while looking at the Indian witch's cuisine with an expression of bewilderment, as if she had mistakenly entered a members-only restaurant and was buried in snow.

"That's really troublesome..."

Hiro rubbed his eyebrows, and after confirming that the rabbit probably wouldn't cause any more trouble, he prepared to leave the restaurant.

However, just as Nikaido Hiro took a step, a familiar pink and white-haired girl walked in.

Volume 1: Chapter 27. I won't bother you two, take your time.

"I really need to eat something... Hmm, Chang Rong-jun?"

Emma Sakura, who had been wandering around the restaurant looking dejected, immediately perked up and greeted the white-haired boy when she saw Chang Rong.

"Hmm? Good morning, Sakura-kun. Did you oversleep too?"

"No, no. I really didn't have any appetite when I came here before, but I can't go on like this, so I came back thinking I'd eat something."

As she explained, Emma Sakura picked up the crumpled apple and walked over to Chang Rong.

"That's right. Although something like that happened yesterday, we need to replenish our energy to prevent similar tragedies from happening again. That being said, the food in the cafeteria is just awful! I thought our school's chefs were invincible, but what kind of expert is this enemy from the sky on Prison Island?! Is the cook a local from the Ke family?!"

Chang Rong, who had been forced to drink a thick paste until she was delirious, her eyes rolled back, foaming at the mouth, and making peace signs with her hands, finally couldn't hold back anymore and exploded.

"Haha, everyone had a hard time accepting it at first too... Waaah!"

Emma Sakura smiled when she saw Chang Rong's flustered and irritated appearance, but she suddenly stepped on the raised edge of the carpet, lost her balance, and fell to the ground.

"Are you alright, Sakura-kun?!"

Chang Rong, who prided himself on being a master of Galaga wood, naturally wouldn't let such a perfect opportunity slip by. He put down his spoon, moved closer to Sakura Emma, ​​and gracefully pulled the pink-haired girl up from the ground.

"Sorry, I'm always so clumsy, hehe... Ah, apple—"

Emma Sakura rubbed her hair, revealing an awkward yet innocent silly smile. After discovering that her apple had fallen to the ground and cracked, she adopted a pitiful, dejected posture.

"Take mine, the rest of the apples are almost rotten, don't bother picking them."

"How can this be... um!" Sakura Emma wanted to say something, but Chang Rong simply shoved the apple into her hand and then habitually ruffled her pink hair. Sakura Emma didn't argue anymore and obediently let him stroke her hair.

"Friends should share good things with each other, don't overthink it. Next time I oversleep, Sakura-kun, remember to secretly hide a few good apples for me, okay?"

"Hehehe, um...!" Emma Sakura, her hair being stroked, held the apple in both hands, a happy smile on her face, and nodded earnestly in agreement.

—Hmph, what's truly frightening is my own talent! In just two short days, I've effortlessly become completely at ease with Emma! No doubt about it, I am the Galagemu Saint Body! Wherever there are cute girls, even in a battle royale setting, I'll conquer them for you!

—That way I can get closer to Chang Rong-kun. We must become really, really good friends, Chang Rong-kun... Even if Hiro-chan tries to stop us, we will definitely become great friends, right?

—Tsk, I can't stand it! What a disgusting and evil creature, Emma Sakuraba…!

Three people, three ideas, and none of their ideas overlapped at all.

Having witnessed the entire event, Nikaido Hiro clenched his fists tightly, and the veins on his forehead bulged again.

—This girl has always been like this, always pretending to be a pitiful victim, using this shameless method to grab attention! I know, only I know the evil nature beneath Sakura Emma's exterior!

If you are the only one who knows about something, then choosing to stand by and do nothing is 'wrong'.

Therefore, Nikaido Hiro began his operation.

"Bang!"

Nikaido Hiro walked straight to the two of them and plopped down opposite Chang Rong and Emma.

"Huh? Nikaido-kun, aren't you...?"

“It is not right to talk while eating, Chang Rong.”

"Uh, eh?"

Chang Rong stared blankly at Nikaido Hiro, but Hiro was staring intently at Sakura Emma sitting next to Chang Rong.

"Hiro-chan, shouldn't we be on patrol at this time?" Sakura Emma tilted her head and asked Nikaido Hiro curiously.

“Right now there are guys whose conduct is completely substandard, and that’s part of the patrol.” Nikaido Hiro responded with a cold snort.

"Huh?" Chang Rong, who was inexplicably targeted by Hiro, made a confused sound.

"What? First of all, you can't talk while eating. Secondly, if you touch anything other than utensils or food, you should wipe your hands clean before continuing to eat. Finally, the way you're holding the fork is completely wrong!"

"Huh???"

The question marks on Chang Rong's head could be used to cook a dish. How can she be tortured while struggling to eat black bread and Indian food with a fork?

"Um, Hiro-chan..."

"Sakura Emma, ​​you too! You didn't wash your hands after picking up the apple that fell on the ground, did you? And your hat is crooked too."

"Ugh... I'm sorry, Hiro-chan..." Emma, ​​annoyed by Nikaido Hiro's snort, lowered her head and whimpered like a puppy.

"But... Hiro-chan, after you confiscated Noah-chan's spray paint can this morning, you ate breakfast without washing your hands..."

"—Gurgle!?"

An unexpected revelation! Caught completely off guard, Hiro was instantly thrown off his rhythm by Emma Sakura.

Despite her weakness, her light pink eyes refused to back down, confronting the scarlet eyes head-on.

—Sakura... Emma...! Is your evil nature finally about to burst forth!?

—Hiro-chan, if I can't make up with Hiro-chan, then I might as well...

—You know what, you really can't believe it! Once you get used to this flavor... damn it, I just can't stand it, it's so awful!!!

The three of them were once again completely out of sync, and this little contest ended with Chang Rong finally managing to mentally prepare for dinner, only to be scared away by the two's imposing presence.

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—Inside the abandoned study—

"I'm so hungry, I didn't eat enough for breakfast..."

"...?"

"Don't look at me like that, like, 'This guy can't even get enough of that hellish food, what kind of cruel life did he go through before he was locked up here?'"

"—!?"

"What the hell? Is this guy's magic [mind reading]?!" He looked at me with astonished eyes. "Speaking of which, why did you so naturally and skillfully pick the lock and run into my room during the morning curfew?"

Chang Rong, sitting at his desk, complained loudly to Kurobe Nanoha, who was leaning against the door, while his stomach was growling.

“As long as the guard responsible for patrolling inside the castle is ‘it’, it’s still easy for me to sneak out,” Kurobe Nanoha replied seriously.

"Ta? Never mind, since you're already here, here's your gun back."

Chang Rong took out the long spear hidden behind the desk and handed it to Kurobe Nanoha.

"...What is the basis for your trust in me?"

Kurobe Nanoka didn't quite understand Chang Rong's behavior and frowned as she asked.

"【False Evidence】True trust doesn't need a reason, does it, Kurobe-kun?" Chang Rong replied with a smile.

—Actually, it's because this thing is too big to use for self-defense. Keeping it hidden in the house always felt like it might become evidence in some case. It's better to put this hot potato back where it came from. Only this guy carrying a long gun around hunting every day wouldn't seem strange to anyone.

“You… are really strange, Chang Rong.”

After hesitating, Kurobe Nanoka accepted the spear.

"Everyone in this prison is a little strange, for example, the guy who suddenly starts correcting other people's eating posture, the guy who looks weak but suddenly criticizes others, and the guy who silently picks locks and sneaks into other people's rooms as easily as if he were going home," Chang Rong sighed helplessly.

"So, is there something you need, Kurobe-kun?"

"I'm here... to return your bedding." Kurobe Nanoha Kaori glanced sideways, a hint of embarrassment appearing on her previously expressionless face.

"Oh, thank you so much—where's the thing?"

"—"

"..."

"Well……!"

After staring at Kurobe Nanoha for a long time, and then watching Kurobe Nanoha's sudden realization followed by Hongwen running away, Chang Rong realized two things.

Firstly, the 'mysterious girl' in front of me, who I would have thought was a detective, actually seems to be the one furthest from the detective attribute among all the aspiring witches.

If I don't put in a lot of effort to take care of her, this Kurobe Nanoha will most likely cause trouble sooner or later.

Secondly, if I can't find the warden during the free time in the afternoon, I'll not only be freezing tonight, but this time I won't even be able to hug a tactical doll (?).

Oh right, let me add a point I already knew:

There are no humans left!

Volume 1: Chapter 28. Hiro-chan's Heart-Fluttering Index is Off the Charts

After watching Kurobe Nanoha Kaori make a beautiful escape with her weapon, Chang Rong, finally able to relax, turned on his phone.