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

Chang Rong awkwardly tried to categorize the image of Nanoha Kaori shyly unbuttoning her clothes into the 'wrong timeline' and seal it away, but he immediately noticed that the black-haired girl with the cycling hat and twin tails was gone.

"Ah, uh... Xiao Nai had something to take care of," Milia said awkwardly, touching her cheek.

"Is that so? I hope you don't overwork yourself."

Chang Rong nodded. He wasn't worried about Kurobe Nanoha, who possessed the strongest jungler's stealth and AFK abilities, causing any trouble. At most, he was worried that she might quietly cause a big problem.

"So--!"

After praying that Nanoha Kaori would stop causing him trouble, Chang Rong clapped his hands together in front of An An and Milia.

"Although there was a minor mishap along the way, we still managed to complete the operation successfully! Since the operation was a success, naturally we should reward ourselves! As for the reward—"

Chang Rong smiled and deliberately kept the two in suspense, using a tone meant to liven up the atmosphere.

"【Are you finally willing to become my human desk?】" "Do you need my super deluxe lap pillow package, uncle?!"

"I refuse! This is not the kind of compensation I'm entitled to!" Chang Rong retorted loudly.

After a while—

"Ta-da! Special caramel popcorn and ham-flavored potato chips, please try them if you don't mind. It's a pity there's no Coke in the warehouse... otherwise it would make a perfect movie companion set."

At the entrance to the recreation room, Chang Rong held up a large bucket of freshly popped popcorn and potato chips, showing them off to the two of them.

As a reward for the two, Chang Rong planned to hold a movie screening in the entertainment room, and popcorn and potato chips were naturally essential commodities.

Although popping popcorn unfortunately startled the mysterious pink-haired double-handed dog, I was fortunate to have prepared enough for 5 people beforehand. After reluctantly discarding 2 of the portions, I managed to successfully repel Emma.

Emma Sakuraba...a terrifying woman!

Perhaps if he complained to Meruru about not having Coke, the FBI might airlift an ice-cold Coke to him in an Apache helicopter the next day. However, Chang Rong felt it wasn't necessary to make such a fuss, so he decided against it.

"Ooh ooh...!"

Natsume Anan is still a child after all. Upon seeing the snacks, her eyes immediately lit up and she let out an adorable exclamation.

"Ugh, it's... it's fried food... Uncle, my stomach is starting to ache..."

However, unlike Natsume Anan, whose eyes were shining brightly next to her, Milia instantly showed a regretful expression of stomach pain after seeing these things.

"Ugh—!? I'm so sorry, Milia, I didn't realize you didn't like greasy fried food…! I… I'll atone for it with my death—"

"Xiao Rong, you should probably spend less time with Xiao Lu! Also, although I don't like greasy food, I definitely need popcorn to watch a movie. Thanks so much, Xiao Rong!"

Seeing that Meruru's jellyfish virus was beginning to spread on Witch Island, Milia quickly tried to stop Chang Rong from committing suicide by grabbing a handful of popcorn and putting it in her mouth.

Although Natsume An-an initially held up a sign saying "I'm not interested" when it came time to watch a movie, she eventually came to the entertainment room after being coaxed into doing so. Holding popcorn and potato chips, An-an couldn't hide the happy expression on her face.

"How was your research trip today, great writer?"

"Hmm...it's so-so...I've got some inspiration, but I haven't decided what to write yet..."

With her arms wrapped around popcorn and potato chips, An An, who was now like a cat asking "What...?", simply didn't have the energy to pull out her sketchbook. After a brief moment of hesitation, she turned her head away and responded in a sulky tone.

"Haha, it's good to have inspiration. I'll just take my time to come up with ideas. And thank you, Milia, for involving me in such a dangerous matter. I'm really sorry."

Chang Rong smiled and rubbed An An's arm, then looked at Milia and said.

"It's not dangerous at all, Xiao Rong. You've arranged everything so carefully. I feel it's even safer than the defenses I've participated in before! After all, I won't accidentally get whipped into a spinning top or be targeted by an assassin..."

"I can't even say a word of comfort..."

Chang Rong is ultimately just an ordinary person; he can't empathize with a mysterious lawyer like Milia, let alone offer her comfort.

"Well, anyway, Xiao Rong, you've worked hard too! Cough cough, um... Do you need, do you need an uncle's lap pillow? Consider it encouragement—um!"

"We have also tried our best."

After hesitating for a long time, Milia finally mustered up the courage to invite Chang Rong. However, before the white-haired boy could respond, An An sat down on Milia's lap first and gestured to her in a cold voice to rub herself.

"Haha... I know, Uncle..." Milia smiled wryly, and could only stroke the gloomy bean sprout landmine girl.

Chang Rong couldn't help but smile at the heartwarming scene before him, but he immediately wiped away his sweat and frowned.

"Speaking of which... why are there only horror movies here...? Is there not a single normal movie...?" Chang Rong complained softly, as he really couldn't handle the horror movies playing on the screen.

At the most tense moment of the plot, Chang Rong, a man from Sigma, decisively chose to glare at his opponent with contempt!

It's commonly known as hiding in the cracks of the sofa to escape like a coward.

—Hmm, this scene seems familiar...?

Saeki Miria looked at the large screen next to her with its back turned and its butt sticking out. When Hiro saw this, his eyes lit up and he lightly tapped the screen twice, making a light punch that emitted black smoke. She recalled the feeling of déjà vu.

"Hmph, you're supposed to be a perverted monster, yet you can't even handle this poorly made horror movie? I command you—[You're not allowed to watch movies with your butt]!"

"I don't want to...!"

Chang Rong refused on the spot with a domineering attitude.

"What? You're not allowed to—wait?"

An An first angrily bit into the potato chip, but then she suddenly realized something and quickly looked at Milia next to her.

"Uncle, I command you—[Pinch my cheek]"

"Huh? Xiao An, are you feeling unwell...?" Milia blinked, a little confused, but did not follow An An's instructions to be hypnotized.

"We command you—[Feed us]"

“Okay—” Milia, who was just confused, fed popcorn to An’an in the next instant.

"Stupid Monster - [Facing the big screen]"

"Eeeeeee...!?" This time, Chang Rong struggled to turn around and look at the TV screen, and then immediately made some random noises like "Quack, I don't want to see his miserable state!"

"Uncle—[Leaves the recreation room]"

"Huh? What, what's wrong, Xiao An—Waaah, Xiao An, please don't do anything bad with Xiao Rong—!"

An An gave Milia another order. Although Milia remained conscious this time, she obediently left the entertainment room. Before closing the door, she could only remind the two of them not to cause any death.

"An'an, could it be... that you've mastered your own magic?"

Chang Rong peeked out from behind the cushion and looked at the girl in front of her, asking softly.

“It seems…we really…[you also leave]” An’an looked at the sketchbook that she always held in her hand, then looked at Chang Rong and gave the hypnotic command.

“I don’t feel like I’m being controlled,” Chang Rong responded immediately.

"Because, because we 'don't want' you to leave..."

An An's voice trembled slightly, and her eyes blinked in disbelief.

An An's 'hypnotic magic' has three levels.

Those who are hostile to her or completely indifferent to her will ignore An'an's hypnosis.

People who have goodwill towards An'an and like An'an will be able to fully execute hypnotic commands if the person does not resist them.

If the hypnotic command is somewhat resistant to the subject, then the subject will be forced to carry out the command while remaining conscious. For example, Milia reluctantly leaves the recreation room, and Chang Rong reluctantly watches the screen.

But none of these hypnotic spells have any restrictions; they are 'curses' that An An will unconditionally execute as soon as she utters them, regardless of her subjective intentions.

But just now, An An suddenly realized that the hypnotic command that she 'didn't really want to carry out' could be filtered out as no command this time, instead of being carried out by the other party.

Chang Rong did not obey An An's joking 'commands'. Only when An An actually wanted something to be done would Chang Rong be deeply or unwillingly hypnotized into taking action.

In other words, she was able to control the magic, the curse.

After realizing this—

"Waaaaah... What is this... What is this mocking us!?" An An threw the snacks in her hand on the ground, and then tears welled up uncontrollably from the corners of her eyes.

"We turned our father and mother into 'dolls' with our own hands...and yet, we're now able to wield this magic...!?"

“We, we are simply—” “I command you— [clean the floor].”

"Hmm...? W-what?! Waaaaaah!?"

As Natsume An'an was cursing in a self-destructive manner, Chang Rong came up to An'an, reached out and pinched her cheeks, pulling them apart.

"You, you monstrous, depraved monster...! I'm telling you to get out of here!"

"Really? But I have no desire to leave." Chang Rong shrugged, which made An An even angrier, and she even forgot about Little Pearl.

"That, that's just because we didn't make up our minds—wait!?"

"Because An'an, you are actually very kind, that's why you took this tragedy upon yourself."

Before Natsume An'an could utter any harsh words, Chang Rong placed his hand on her head, ruffled it, and said softly with a smile.

"An'an, you finally mastered how to use your magic to help everyone. Isn't that a good thing? So don't cry, you should be proud."

"But, but our fathers and mothers—"

“Although I don’t know the specifics… however, now that you’ve mastered your abilities, An’an, we might still have a way to undo our past mistakes. But in any case, we must leave this witch’s island and find a way to restore their consciousness—instead of regretting our growth, that’s how a mature writer should handle things, right?”

“An’an, you’re a great writer. Shouldn’t writers know very well that when the ‘protagonist’ grows up and gains new abilities, that’s the perfect plot point where he goes back to fix the mistakes he made in the past, right?”

“I, I…we—you’re right.”

Feeling the warmth and caress from the boy's palm, Natsume Anan gradually calmed down.

She used 'hypnotic magic' that she herself was unaware of to turn her parents into puppet-like beings day after day, but that doesn't mean the story ends there.

There will definitely be a better ending, and everyone will surely find their own happiness.

"Now that you've calmed down, let's tidy up here first... Oh dear, An'an, did you and Noah stay up all night again?"

"No, I didn't! I just... just stayed up a little late..."

The witch factor fluctuates with emotions, and after the fluctuations, the aspiring witch will naturally feel tired. An'an, who hadn't slept well to begin with, slowly leaned back on the sofa and began pecking at rice after all this commotion.

Helpless, Chang Rong could only smile wryly as she carefully placed An An against her chest as a lap pillow. One hand gently smoothed An An's loose hair, while the other slowly stroked the furry girl's forehead.

"You idiot Chang Rong... I, I command you—no, you must 'promise' me that you won't leave me without permission...? I will definitely show you the amazing story I've written, a story where everyone has a happy ending..."

"Yes, I promise I will always look forward to the day you finish your work, my great author."

Chang Rong responded with a smile, and after seeing the boy's somewhat clumsy smiling face, Natsume An'an nodded in relief, then curled up in Chang Rong's arms and slowly fell asleep.

In that instant, Chang Rong felt as if she had truly entered the tranquil fairy tale constructed by this furry writer.

"Whoosh... Hehe... Become my dog..."

“^q^ Oh dear…”