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

"Ugh, sorry... Pfft!?"

Hearing Milia's sarcasm, Chang Rong shrank his head even further. The violent and monstrous actions that his small head had performed while controlling his body all turned into boomerangs after his big head regained control of the account, hitting him squarely on the head.

"Haaah... Really, listen up, Xiao Rong!"

Seeing that Chang Rong had really slumped down again, Saeki Miria sighed heavily in despair, enduring the soreness and discomfort all over her body, and raised her hands to rub Chang Rong's cheeks vigorously, while speaking to him in a sterner tone.

"No one was forced or unwilling! Although, although the process was a little uncomfortable... no, overall, everyone voluntarily came to this step with you! It was only after I learned about those past experiences again that I finally mustered up the courage to take this step, and Xiaoxi and Coco must have been prepared for the same thing."

“You are someone we trust, someone unique. That’s why, Xiao Rong, what you need to do is not to regret it afterward, but to work hard to prove that we didn’t choose the wrong person, to prove that you are indeed someone we can entrust our lives to, understand?”

"I... um, I understand...! I'm sorry, Milia. Just think of it as me throwing a tantrum because I couldn't fully express myself."

Chang Rong, whose face had been being rubbed, pulled his face away from Milia's hands, and his eyes became much more determined.

Trust in the wisdom of the ancients! Trust needs no reason! As the ancients said, "Even the grass is already withered." Since things have come to this, what you should do is not regret not taking more precautions (?), but rather work harder in the future to become a Sigma man worthy of them!

but……

Having realized this, Chang Rong secretly glanced at Saeki Miria, who was leaning against his chest.

—I always felt that Milia was really like a caring and gentle mother figure…no wonder everyone likes to chat with Milia. So what am I to her, a mother figure…no, no, no, Milia is just like that, not really!

Fun fact: We're a normal couple around the same age, and we're not related by blood at all...!

Chang Rong shook his head frantically until the back of his head slammed heavily against the wall behind him. With a dull, crisp thud, he calmed down and became docile again.

"Then, I'll go to Marg tomorrow to ask about the specifics of the ceremony. If she needs any help, I'll try my best to see if there's anything I can do to help her."

The emotional exchange and sharing that followed their physical intimacy also came to an end. After wiping themselves and Milia clean with towels and alcohol wipes, Chang Rong got up from the hospital bed and changed her clothes.

"The warden and Meruru can probably keep the humans monitoring Witch Island in check for now, but the time we have isn't unlimited. Only the final step of summoning the Great Witch remains. To avoid any unforeseen complications, we need to complete it as soon as possible."

"Hehe... This is the reliable and proactive Xiao Rong I know."

Looking at the white-haired boy in front of her, who was methodically listing the tasks to be done, Saeki Miria showed a gratified expression, much like a mother who was extremely pleased to find that her child could stand on his own.

Whether it was the perverted rabbit who had just grabbed her hair and completely ignored her pleas, only focusing on ramming her head and body against her, or the nagging rabbit who collapsed beside her afterward, crying and asking if she was unclean, to be honest, they were all quite unfamiliar to Milia. It was definitely Chang Rong, who was both mischievous and incredibly reliable, who was more in line with the familiar image in her mind.

Of course, being able to collect and witness Chang Rong of different rarities is also something that makes Milia very happy. The only downside is that the process of unlocking the character portrait CG is a bit physically taxing, which is a bad thing.

"Then I'll head back first—Milia, aren't you coming?"

After tidying up her clothes, Chang Rong suddenly noticed that Milia was still lying in the hospital bed, holding the sheets with both hands and giving her a kind, maternal smile, showing no intention of moving.

"Why aren't you leaving, Uncle? Is it because you don't want to? Or... is it because your back and legs are so sore that you can't move at all, so you can't get out of bed?"

Milia still had a smile on her face, but noticeable veins were slowly appearing on her forehead.

Chang Rong's nonchalant and carefree demeanor, coupled with his naive question like "Why don't they eat meat porridge?", instantly made Milia, who was so thoroughly ravaged that she couldn't get out of bed, blush instantly.

"Waaah... I'm so sorry! I... I'll definitely be more careful next time—"

"Xiao Rong, you've said similar things to Xiao hope and Coco before, haven't you?!"

"Alas!?"

Unexpectedly, Milia instantly exposed Chang Rong's true nature of knowing his mistakes but not correcting them, causing Chang Rong to let out an embarrassed and awkward sound effect.

"If I had known it would turn out like this, I should have gone to the 'edge of the gap' like Xiaoya and Meruru did... No, but would that still count? No, we can't go back now... Cough cough, anyway, this is a one-time thing!"

Milia coughed twice, her face flushed, and said to Chang Rong.

"Okay, okay... I'll help you then, Milia."

Chang Rong rubbed his hair and gave an awkward smile, then walked over to Milia to help her home, just like he had done to Hiro before.

"Hmm... no need, Xiao Rong, you go back first. I'll just rest here for a bit."

Milia shook her head and refused Chang Rong. After all, unlike the well-rounded warrior Hiro who usually focused on training, Milia's physical strength was still a bit lacking. Although she wouldn't be able to be used as a condom and directly raped until she passed out and fell into a deep sleep like Coco, she wouldn't be able to recover so quickly either.

"Oh, I see... then I'll stay with you—" "You should go back and rest early too, Xiao Rong. Don't you have important things to do tomorrow?"

Chang Rong originally planned to stay and take care of Milia, but the latter was very firm in her stance. Helpless, Chang Rong had no choice but to leave with a submissive expression that said, "I'm sorry, I know I was wrong, I'll do it again next time."

"——Xiaorong"

Before leaving the infirmary, Milia's voice suddenly came out again.

"Actually, I'm not what everyone thinks I am. I've been secretly complaining all along. I've been complaining about why it had to be me, complaining about everything I've encountered and experienced here."

"But—after meeting you, I suddenly realized something. All the injustices, cyberbullying, suffering, and bad luck I experienced before were actually all paving the way for meeting you here."

"Thank you, Xiao Rong. Uncle, I really... really like you."

Milia smiled at Chang Rong, a smile devoid of any flattery, appeasement, or compromise, but purely one of joy and pride.

"...Thank you too, Milia. Thank you for liking me, and thank you for taking care of me and comforting me all this time. Without you, I wouldn't have gotten this far. Please continue to guide me in the future, Ms. Attorney."

Chang Rong smiled back, and after exchanging these sentiments, Chang Rong left the infirmary.

Ah…it feels like a dream. Could it really be a dream…?

After watching Chang Rong leave, Milia lay on the hospital bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

The soreness in her waist and legs became evidence that Milia was not in a dream world.

This long-lost tranquility, this relieved joy, this happiness of finally getting closer to each other's hearts, this warm current filling my lower abdomen... warm current?

As Milia lay in bed, she suddenly sensed something, and her face gradually changed from initial relief and joy to a kind of shy and embarrassed embarrassment.

After a brief internal struggle, Milia finally blushed, gritted her teeth, took out her phone, and painstakingly dialed a number.

"Zzz...whoosh...um, Milia? You're in the bunk below me...huh? You twisted your ankle on the way to the infirmary...? Need to use the restroom...?? I, I get it—"

A sleepy-eyed Leia poked her head out of bed and, still half-asleep after receiving a phone call, groggily made her way to the infirmary. Although she looked at Milia lying on the hospital bed with her clothes loosely draped, looking completely bewildered, before she could even ask any questions, Milia blushed and begged her to help her to the bathroom.

"Phew...you've been a huge help, Xiaoya...!!"

Milia leaned against the wall, supporting herself with difficulty, and thanked Rhea with immense gratitude.

"Uh... is that so? It's only right for roommates to help each other out... By the way, is someone waxing the castle? Hero just twisted his ankle."

Although Leia looked completely bewildered, she still responded with a prince-like smile.

“No, that’s right, it must be that Nanoha-neechan has been waxing the floor and polishing the carpet recently…” Milia nodded quickly in agreement.

"So, Milia, you came to the infirmary for medicine because you twisted your ankle? Honestly, you could have just told me—can you hold my hand?"

Leia sighed and reached out to Milia. If Milia hadn't already secretly fallen for Leia and successfully tasted the forbidden fruit, she might have actually been captivated by Leia's overly dashing, prince-like behavior.

However, after sharing her memories with Chang Rong, all Milia could think of when she looked at the blonde short-haired artist in front of her was a grotesque image of her writhing and begging for mercy, only to be grabbed and instantly subdued by Chang Rong.

Moreover, no matter how much Chang Rong stuffs you into the world of the edge gap, it's all fake. The real S3 third place winner is neither a veteran, nor Ice Meruru, nor Hasumi Rya, but me, Saeki Miria!

"Hehe... Hmph hmph hmph...!" Thinking of this, Milia couldn't help but let out a victor's smile, which surprised Rhea.

"Could it be that the inflammation is causing the fever and making him delirious—"

"I'm perfectly sober, Xiaoya...!" Realizing her lapse in composure, Milia quickly shook her head to indicate that she was alright, while leaning against Leia and preparing to return to her underground bedroom to rest.

"Speaking of which—Xiaoya, have you ever thought about finding a boyfriend?"

"Pfft, cough cough...!? Why are you suddenly asking this in the middle of the night, Milia!?" Leia choked instantly. She was sleeping soundly when her roommate woke her up, only to ask her this kind of question so abruptly? Is this the latest trendy way for sisters to communicate?

"Why did you ask that...? Hehe, please just take it as a spur-of-the-moment question, okay?"

—Wait, why does Milia's maternal glow seem especially radiant today...?

Looking at the blonde bombshell's all-encompassing, forgiving smile beside her, Rhea's mind was filled with even more questions.

"Anyway, yes, it is...and I don't think I've ever tried to hide it. It's Romeo."

Leia sighed and honestly confessed her feelings for Chang Rong.

"But what about an idol's career? Generally speaking, idols, actors, and singers can't have any scandals when they first debut, right?" Milia asked curiously.

"Well... I can just switch careers! Hmph, although it would be devastating for my fans if my great and handsome face disappeared from the stage, but... as long as I can sing for Chang Rong, as long as he can see my dance, that's enough."

Leia responded with a cool and narcissistic air, tossing her hair, but as she spoke, a relieved and happy expression appeared on her face.

She has found a stage that truly belongs only to her. As long as she has this stage and can capture that one and only audience, that is enough for Leia.

—It seems that Xiaoya was indeed prepared before embracing this relationship.

Looking at Leia's response, Milia realized that the sincerity and depth of other people's feelings for Chang Rong were definitely no less than her own.

"So—cough cough cough, what about the others? Xiao Rong is still quite sought after, isn't he...? Can Xiao Ya hold onto Xiao Rong tightly and enjoy him all to herself?" Milia asked with a smile, while trying to hide the unease in her voice.

"Well, well... I probably can't do that. Occupying Changrong all to myself, although I really want to, it's really difficult—but! Well, even with other people, it's... no problem for me!"

Rhea blushed and patted her chest, her tone firm and resolute, sounding full of determination.

"I see..."

Saeki Miria nodded, and at the same time breathed a slight sigh of relief.

At first, she was still thinking about whether her behavior could be considered "a mistress cutting in line and taking advantage of someone in distress," and it even made Chang Rong feel insecure, making her reflect on whether she was a dirty, despicable scumbag.

But after hearing Rhea's words, Milia felt much more relaxed and at ease.

I never expected that everyone's moral standards and legal knowledge are so weak—it's a reversal, turns out I'm like that too.

Although at this moment, the boy named Chang Rong, and the people around him whose relationships with men are undeniably morally and legally problematic... this is Witch Island!

On Witch Island, naturally the witches were the ones who ate the garlic! And the witches also said that they had no objections!

Hmm... It seems that I, as an older man, will have to keep working hard so that I don't become just another background character who gets to eat meat once and then fades away with regret...!

After hearing Rhea's response, Saeki Miria, seeing Rhea's confused look, revealed a firm and serious expression and thought to herself.

Thanks to Chenguang Moxin for the sudden burst of enthusiasm! I've got my daily dose of Chocliz!

Thank you for the feeding, Orca Sword Saint Skadi, Simple Drawing Fairy Orchid, and the Unsalted Salty Fish King!

3 words extra today

To be honest, I'm really thinking of getting some sleeping pills so I can fall into a deep sleep and wake up the next day, thus adjusting my biological clock.

246. This is my bedroom, not a public toilet, right?

After parting ways with Milia, Chang Rong's expression was very solemn as she walked back to her bedroom, which had been converted from the Goblin Chamber.

He wasn't thinking about everyone's future, the ending of Witch Island, or whether Yuki would answer the summons; he was simply thinking about who he had already slept with.

"Hmm... I have a feeling that if this trend continues, it'll really end up being someone who's slept with everyone..."

Just as his fingers were about to break through the 'number 10', Chang Rong stopped counting and instead raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.