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

Upon hearing this, Hiro maintained her perfect, virtuous smile, but she was almost about to slip into arrogance. After all, the word "husband" was incredibly powerful; anyone who heard it would drool.

—Well, this is really… Although Hiro looks childlike in some ways, I’m just as bad in a way.

Baosheng Mag sighed inwardly. At the moment, her feelings toward the white-haired boy behind Hiro were more out of curiosity about seeing a 'rare creature' and a similarly childish act of defiance.

Margaret herself did not intend to accept his views and opinions on 'love'. Not only that, Margaret also wanted to expose and shatter the 'false love' between him and Hiro, which was full of falsehoods, shattered, and whose origins were completely unknown.

Whether it's exposing the truth, sowing discord, or seducing... Baosheng Mag felt he could easily destroy this fragile relationship maintained only by a hollow facade of 'trust.' Just like how he used to use 'deception' to manipulate those unlucky, greedy guys who thought they could control everything.

“I will naturally give my fiancé a happy and fulfilling life—but what are you, Baosheng Mag, doing here at this inexplicable time?”

Nikaido Shiro raised an eyebrow and asked why the purple man would spawn in front of Chang Rong's former brothel at this time of day.

"Of course I'm here to atone for my sins~ Oh dear, does someone as sinful as me even deserve the forgiveness of the lovely priest?" Baosheng Mag said with a smile, his eyes narrowed as he placed one hand on the front armor that was no less impressive than that of the uncle and Meruru.

"...Then you've come to the wrong place today, since this place isn't open for business yet, right?" Hiro snorted in response, glancing back at the white-haired priest behind him.

"Yes, yes... Before officially opening, we should at least add another lock to this cubicle..." Chang Rong replied softly, looking at the final line of defense that was so easily breached by the mysterious woman with fake documents.

Chang Rong never imagined in his life that the most important qualification for a qualified pastor is to have the ability to protect himself.

Otherwise, if every time I receive a customer I'm cornered and pushed around by a 'lost lamb'... then forget about accumulating merit and good deeds; I'm afraid the more I do it, the more 'karmic obstacles' I'll accumulate.

You came to seek atonement from the novice pastor, not to commit sins against him!

"Hmm? Is something wrong, Student Council President?" "Tsk..."

Hero stared at Baosheng Mag in front of him. After a brief, fruitless standoff, Hero could only click his tongue and turn his gaze away from the purple man in front of him.

It seems that Mag is not in the state of being on the verge of collapse during the witch's trial, but rather in his prime with no flaws. Under these circumstances, it is still a bit too much to ask what he is thinking.

“Check her ‘witch transformation progress,’ you idiot rabbit.”

"Huh? Uh, okay—28, that shouldn't be too high a number, right? But everyone's numbers don't seem to have changed much, has it not been refreshed yet?"

Hiro leaned close to Chang Rong's ear and whispered something to her. Although the latter was a little confused, she still checked the witch transformation progress as Hiro indicated, and found that the so-called value did not seem to be updated in real time.

"It's not being tracked in real time? That's not right—anyway, listen up, Chang Rong. Baosheng Mag and Xia Mu An'an are special cases. If possible, it's best not to get too close to them."

"Huh...?" Chang Rong looked confused upon hearing this, but with the person in question right next to them, it was inconvenient for Xi Luo to speak frankly.

Simply put, among the current batch of prospective witches on Witch Island, if we're talking about the witches most likely to step on forbidden landmines, Magnanan might not even be on the list.

They don't really qualify as the 'most inexplicable and meaningless taboo'.

However, when it comes to the 'most uncertain and unstable taboos,' these two are definitely on the list.

For most witches, a 'taboo' is a tangible and explicit action. For example, Heero's own 'suicidal act' taboo does not affect her usual way of thinking. Although the topic may cause Heero to feel more stressed when it comes to related matters, it is only when she actually performs the act that it rapidly affects the concentration of witch factors in her body.

As for Kurobe Nanoha's taboo, if it is touched, she will directly enter the burst damage clearing route if she happens to be in a bad mental state. However, after knowing the bottom line of the rule that "cannot be protected", it is not difficult to avoid control. Just find a way to inform others of her taboo in advance to avoid being caught.

However, the boundaries of taboos like those of Baosheng Mag are extremely difficult to define. She once developed a superfluous emotion called "love" because of the overly meticulous and sincere care she received from Ice Meluru, and ultimately killed Ice Meluru in the safest and most comprehensive way. No one knows exactly when she transformed this misguided love into pure, twisted murderous intent, let alone how to avoid it.

Then there's An'an, who's just trying to build up goodwill with someone, and then this gloomy, bean sprout landmine girl suddenly yells, "There's a cow!" and starts punching you in the heart with her fists, dagger in hand.

The reason for the outburst is that you boosted her favorability and swayed her best friend... How can you defend against this? There's no way to defend against it! Her punches are completely unpredictable, and you can't even be sure when she made up her mind to go to the temple.

Thinking about it this way, the group chat for "A Loving Family (Second Playthrough) IP. Witch Island" doesn't seem as warm and wholesome as I imagined. At least if I want Chang Rong to avoid being targeted by Bao Sheng Mag... Damn it, is that the only way?

"Go, go touch her head."

"……what?"

Just a second ago, Hiro earnestly told Chang Rong not to get too close to bad women, but the next second, after what seemed like a well-thought-out struggle, he suddenly threw out this command that was like a battle between his left and right brains.

"Don't look at me like that, like 'Is this guy out of his mind?'" Hiro was getting a little angry.

—Damn it, how could I be cheating on myself! To willingly throw away a rabbit I've already got into someone else's arms—can most people really do something like that?!

But ironically... this action was necessary. Since it was impossible to know what Mag's attitude was, or whether she had developed murderous intent towards someone due to the activation of the witch factor, the most preventative measure was to have Chang Rong smooth her hair and clear the number of layers in her murder book every day.

Hiro is quite qualified to speak on this matter, after all, she has personally experienced Chang Rong's constitution several times.

Of course, this refers to experiencing Chang Rong's ability to "absorb witch factors to suppress extreme emotions," not something like "this guy can absorb everyone's witch factors to accelerate the reversal of the electricity meter and make it chisel harder and harder."

If Chang Rong hadn't patted his head to help him control his stress and absorb the witch's genes, he might have inexplicably gone to find the pink-haired puppy and blown him up long ago.

If you want to prevent Mag from going down the same path now, the safest solution is to mindlessly exploit her witch factor every day—and the price is that you have to hand over the reins to Chang Rong so that he can touch Mag, which is commonly known as self-discipline.

If Hero hadn't known that a certain somersaulting witch had also done it, and on a much larger scale than what he was doing now, he probably wouldn't have been able to accept this arrangement at all.

—Anyway… although I don’t know exactly what happened, since Hiro said that, she must have her reasons.

Chang Rong tilted her head, briefly pondering whether Hiro's conflicting instructions between his left and right brains concealed some unknown mystery. However, she ultimately chose to abandon the thought and trust the wisdom of her predecessors (the old man from the previous timeline).

"Well then, cough cough... Baosheng Mag, I now know the reason, and I choose to forgive your sins—"

Chang Rong coughed twice, putting on a mature and composed demeanor, and walked towards Baosheng Mag. He made a mysterious hand seal, which looked less like he was talking to God and more like he was preparing to summon a tailed beast.

"Hehehe, so what kind of sins have I been pardoned for?" Baosheng Mag asked with a teasing smile, while deliberately pointing to her lips with his right hand, which was covered by a black silk glove, as a hint.

"Uh... well... in short, the Lord said He doesn't care, and the Lord agrees!"

Chang Rong was too lazy to be dragged along by Magella any longer, so he quickly raised his hand and aimed at Baosheng Magella's forehead to use the command throw—

Then, his supposedly invincible throw was dodged by Hosho Mag's retreat.

"Oh dear, so you're asking for a touch right off the bat? I quite like that direct and forceful attitude, but... sorry, I'm not used to being touched by others~~"

"Marge...?"

Although Baosheng Mag still had that signature smile on her lips, she took several steps back to distance herself from Chang Rong. Her effortless pretense cracked for a moment, but was quickly covered up by the con artist's superb acting skills.

“No, not even our little rabbit priest, hehe~” Baosheng Mag put his index finger to his lips, then shook his index finger from side to side to indicate his refusal.

—Marge just did something so bold with me (referring to the kiss), but now she's incredibly resistant to my attempts to stroke her head, to the point of 'disgust'... Does this mean that Marge only likes to 'lead' others from a position of authority, rather than being the one being dominated and stroked in a relatively weaker position?

Chang Rong was incredibly curious about Mag's unusual behavior, but before he could ask any further questions, the girl in the butterfly-patterned kimono had already left the corridor without making a sound.

...It was almost like they were 'fleeing in disarray'.

"Tsk... She really is a super troublesome one—forget it, you'd better stay away from them. In the end, they're just a bunch of landmine girls, nothing compared to my childhood friend, right?"

Hiro breathed in the direction Mag had left, then immediately looked at the trainee 'priest'.

“But… Marg seems to have something on her mind, and I would really like to help her if I could.”

Chang Rong looked worriedly in the direction Bao Shengma had left. Perhaps that con artist girl could deceive everyone, but she couldn't deceive her own past and her own heart.

Upon seeing Chang Rong's familiar expression, Nikaido Hiro almost immediately realized that this idiot rabbit had already set her sights on the next target to breed with.

"--Hmm, as expected, you idiot rabbit are beyond saving. You might as well just stay here in the basement and let me kill you with my head."

"Eek!? Why, why?!" Chang Rong had absolutely no idea what she had done to be dragged to the basement by Xi Luo.

"But before that, let's continue what we were interrupted about earlier."

"Which one... Waaaaaah!!?"

Before Chang Rong could even recall what had interrupted her, Xi Luo had already pinned her against the wall once again in a cubicle that desperately needed additional locks.

Is this guy really my 'gentle, virtuous, quiet, classic, cheerful, and elegant' childhood sweetheart?! No way, absolutely no way!

That's it! It must be that witch's factor! It must be that witch's factor that possessed Hiro!

Thinking of this, Chang Rong desperately raised his hand and reached for Nikaido Hiro's head. Because the movement was sudden and without warning, Chang Rong successfully stroked the big king's fur.

Success! Chang Rong used the 'head-patting technique'!

A few seconds passed as Hiro looked on with a somewhat confused expression.

"...What is this, an invitation to a romantic dinner?"

Then, time began to flow. The pause was broken by Hero's words.

"Huh?" Chang Rong blinked.

"You bastard, you've been seducing me since the very beginning... What kind of priest is this? He's completely the wrong kind of guy, you imposter, I'll kill you!"

"Hey!?"

Shiro, his veins bulging, was poised to strike. He pinned Chang Rong against the wall, leaving her with nowhere to retreat, with Moscow right behind her!

No, wait, that can't be right! Wasn't it supposed to be that patting someone's head could absorb and neutralize the witch's genes? Why does it never work on Hiro, and it's even counterproductive!

The intelligence is flawed...!

"Oh, right, put on your priest's robes," Hiro suddenly said.

"Hiro! Are you finally turning over a new leaf? It's alright, as long as you repent, you can start over anytime, anywhere—"

"It would definitely feel even better and more comfortable to stand up after stripping them naked."

"Alas--!?"

Chang Rong was feeling self-satisfied, thinking that Xi Luo had finally seen the light and was about to atone for his sins. But before he could finish speaking, he was ruthlessly interrupted, accompanied by an even heavier, scorching breath that swept over his face.

Childhood sweetheart, gentle and virtuous, a Yamato Nadeshiko...? Don't these character archetypes even last a day?!

"【Coo coo coo... Although I have no right to interfere, how about we tone it down a bit... Miss Nikaido? This is still Prison Island, not some special island built with government funding...】"

"Ugh—!?"

The warden's voice suddenly rang out, causing Hero to click her tongue in annoyance once again. She got up and circled around, trying to find the wretched bird, but to no avail. She could only frown and assume a thoughtful posture.

As the saying goes, "One effort is enough, but a second will be weak and a third will be exhausted." After being pulled back and forth several times, the killing intent within Hiro severely condemned his master's behavior of being a mere bum who only talked big but didn't eat meat. They all said that if this continued, they would allow him to retire and return to his hometown.

"Really... never mind, let's get down to business first."

"Alas!?"

"No, that's not what I meant... What am I even doing?!" As Hiro spoke, he finally began to realize the various troublesome things he had done recently. Not only had he completely destroyed the persona he had painstakingly built up, but he had also failed to get anything.

This is basically a strategy that maximizes losses and generates the most comments! Damn it!

"Um, this sin, Hiro, you must always keep it in mind and remind yourself of it..."

As for Chang Rong, the white-haired pastor who could unconditionally forgive and tolerate all sins chose to avoid and accept Hiro for the first time.

Sister, you should really reflect on yourself. Your original sin is too big and hard; I can't handle it, I'm already wet.

Not far away, around the corner of the corridor, Baosheng Mag, who was imitating the warden's voice, sighed.

—Oh dear, what am I worrying about? It has nothing to do with me at all. Although I enjoy fooling people, I don't have a habit of getting myself into trouble.

But... to be able to so unabashedly 'trust' and touch others, to so openly claim to know 'love'... Little bunny, you really make me envious, so envious that... I want to destroy you completely with my own hands!

An unnatural flush rose on Baosheng Mag's cheeks. She hadn't felt this excited in a long time. She was filled with anticipation, eagerly anticipating the moment when she could personally destroy this 'bond' that they claimed could overcome all difficulties, and eagerly anticipating the wonderful scene of dragging that hypocritical young priest, who pretended to be holy, into the mire and defiled him, sending him to 'hell'.