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

"That's right, that's right! Anything can be solved by pooling everyone's strength! For example, Emma is so smart, she'll definitely come up with a solution! And isn't there that self-proclaimed detective guy? That muscle-bound idiot will definitely find a solution too!"

Upon hearing Noah's suggestion, Tono Hannah immediately echoed, saying that she should trust the wisdom of the masses, especially her eldest and third brothers.

Of course, Hannah's true intentions were not what they seemed. Now that she had finally caught the last train, she naturally wanted to have a good talk with Emma and Sherry, those two heartless runaway lowly women, to find out what really happened.

"Oh dear... is it really about the witch resurrection ritual that you want to talk about?"

Seeing how excited and eager the two were, Marge didn't point it out. As the one who had always been the most mature in terms of mental age, Marge had long since moved beyond the mindset of a student.

Bragging about who got laid by the rabbit the longest is just childish thinking! As a truly mature woman, Marge has already started thinking about how to team up with Chang Rong to loot all of her cheap mother's gold coins after leaving Witch Island, using them as funds for their marriage.

"The wisdom of the masses is indeed a very effective method, but for now, let's think about how to avoid the masses...!"

Unlike the three who were leisurely enjoying their meal, Chang Rong, now back on his account, was covered in sweat. He was frantically trying to figure out how to cover up this blunder while picking up the clothes from the ground and draping them over Hannah. He was also tidying up Baosheng Mag's disheveled sideburns and helping the slow-moving Noah put his socks back on.

"Huh...? What's going on all of a sudden...?" Tono Hannah was flustered by Chang Rong's unusual behavior. She grabbed her coat and asked in confusion.

"Nothing, nothing...! It's just to avoid any potential risks—let's use the reason Rhea mentioned, being swallowed by the gap, how could those great witches be so wicked—anyway, I'll go over the details with you later, at least for now we need to get out of here quickly!" Chang Rong urged everyone to leave quickly.

"Rongrong... does this count as what An'an meant by 'ruthless removal'...?" Noah tilted his head and asked softly.

"Of course not! This was just... uh... an emergency evacuation!" Chang Rong quickly replied.

"Oh dear... Although I can roughly guess what you're worried about, Brother Chang Rong, as you can see, we don't even have the energy to put on our underwear right now~?"

Marge teased Chang Rong with a smile on her lips. She slowly raised her hand in a casual manner, but she couldn't even lift her kimono to cover her imposing front armor.

"As for why everyone turned out this way... well, you'll have to ask Chang Rong himself, right?"

"Ugh...!!"

The initial pleasure of kissing was followed by a nightmare. Despite having learned this fact time and again from her experiences with other prospective witches, Chang Rong still instinctively cried out "Oh no!" when faced with the actual situation, ignoring the other party's pleas for mercy and continuing to poke until there was no response. The result was the current situation—none of the three girls could even get up.

From this perspective, Heero's physique is indeed very strong. After the suicide pact in the second playthrough, she was even able to get up and move around on her own. Although there is a connection between damage sharing and the "enzao" potion, compared to that, Heero truly deserves to be called a Yamato Nadeshiko, easily accomplishing what ordinary people cannot do!

But now, it's that very 'Yamato Nadeshiko' who's come to claim my life!

There's no other way... things have come to this point, I absolutely can't get caught! I have to run away first—

"Miss Noah, wait a moment, I'll be right back! Margot, hold on tight!"

"Hmm...!? Oh dear, could you be a little gentler, Brother Chang Rong...~?"

Chang Rong, with a perfect waist and horse stance, picked up Mag, who was lying on the bed in a seductive pose, and carried her in a princess carry, then quickly went to the door to run away.

In previous text messages, Leia speculated that Chang Rong might have 'disappeared' because she was caught in the gap again, which meant she would definitely come to the underground cryogenic chamber to investigate, and the room next to the cryogenic chamber was her bedroom. Moreover, Coco had also investigated Mag's location, so it was only a matter of time before the Survey Corps found her bedroom.

The crime scene must be cleaned up before they arrive.

Click!

Chang Rong, carrying Marge, pushed open the door. However, the moment the door opened, Chang Rong's gaze immediately met that of someone standing outside her bedroom.

"..." Nikaido Hiro, who was in the lead, held the ceremonial sword and was tense all over. The solemn expression on his face had not yet faded.

"..." Zedu Coco covered her eyes with one hand and was about to activate Amaterasu, but she and Chang Rong stared at each other in a daze.

"..." The flickering flame in Arisa's palm was the only proof that time had not been stopped.

"..." Ryota Hasumi was holding Hannah Tono's luxurious lace dress in her arms. The superstar, who always thought she could keep the conversation flowing, was completely unable to keep up with the scene.

"Waaaaah...??" Wearing a Red Cross armband and carrying a first aid kit, the poor brain of Ice Meluru was forced to overclock again, making a sound like a jellyfish being thrown onto a hot plate to be braised.

Time seemed to have been paused at this moment by a vampire carrying a steamroller, with only the gazes of the crowd frantically clashing and confronting each other.

—Cold, calm Chang Rong… There’s still room for maneuver, you still have a chance to turn things around. Think of a way to escape this dead end…!!

A bead of cold sweat trickled down Chang Rong's forehead. She had never been this nervous when she stood on the referee's stand, falsely accused of 'rigging the case,' and had to find a way to prove her innocence.

After this seemingly endless silence, before Chang Rong could figure out how to respond, it was Baosheng Mag in his arms who broke the deadlock first—

"Oh my gosh... So everyone's here for my wedding with Chang Rong...? Hehehe, that really touches my heart~~"

Marge, leaning against Chang Rong's chest with a shy smile, instantly turned the tense situation into a nuclear explosion.

"Wedding—hey, what's going on here, you idiot rabbit?!" Hiro began to cancel the fire poker in his hand.

“Wedding…wedding…and Baosheng…?? What’s going on? Why is it Baosheng…??” Arisa stared wide-eyed, completely bewildered.

"Whoa!? Is this a movie shoot!? It must be a movie shoot! This plot is not interesting at all, Chang Rong!!" Even Leia was unusually upset.

"Eek... Lord Changrong, you... you... you're just going to abandon Meruru like this...?" Meruru almost started dropping her little pearls again.

Huh? Chang Rong was worried that everyone couldn't become witches, but looking at it this way, it seems like everyone will be able to form a group and become witches soon?

"No... let me explain first ^q^..."

"You wretched butterfly woman, I knew you were going to play tricks... Even if we're going to get married, the one who'll end up with that idiot knight will definitely be me, Desuwa...!"

"No, no, no... Noah's going all out! Anyone who dares to take away Noah's Rongrong, Noah will force-feed her until she's full of soy milk...!!"

Before Chang Rong could explain, Hannah and Noah, who slowly crawled out from the inside of the room, interrupted him once again. Their expressions were resolute, as if they were protecting their food.

"—"

Everyone present was no longer the naive and innocent Xiao Chunu they once were. As prospective witches who had been chiseled by the devilish rabbit, the current state of these three people wriggling out of the bedroom was almost immediately clear.

"—Chang—Rong!!!"

"Ughhhhhhh!!??"

In the next instant, the members of the Survey Corps swarmed forward and pounced on Chang Rong.

"[Coo coo coo... Is this the mistake of youth...?]"

The warden shook his head and sighed silently for Chang Rong. This boy, who had wanted to save everything, had ultimately lost his way and become the most unfamiliar existence as he moved forward. The way he was being devoured by a group of prospective witches was a testament to the deserved end he had suffered for betraying his true self.

Actual cause and effect, retribution!

-

Thanks to Chenguang for the sudden, unexpected help!

Do I have to adjust my biological clock again...? This hopeless cycle...

Volume 1: Chapter 280. The entire Witch Island was in complete chaos.

Inside the reception room, the aspiring witches who had gathered on Witch Island for various reasons were all assembled, each with an extremely solemn expression on their face.

The reason is simple: the "Witch Trial," which they thought would never happen again, has to be staged once more. Despite their reluctance and sorrow, the aspiring witches must still undergo this trial.

Their suffering is understandable, because the person to be judged this time is the very boy that the prospective witches care about most.

After being caught red-handed at the bedroom door, the suspect Chang Rong tried to escape immediately, but she was outnumbered and was captured on the spot by the prepared witches. The victims who were originally asleep gradually woke up, and the group went to the living room to discuss how to deal with Chang Rong.

The pain of having to execute a close relative made the atmosphere in the crowded reception room exceptionally heavy, like a preliminary voting meeting held after the discovery of a body.

"Imprisonment, forced kissing, bigamy, abduction of a minor, unlicensed high-altitude flight, damage to public property (bed sheets), illegal use of drugs, failure to meet moral and legal standards, scumbag, monster, and runaway—in summary, my suggestion is to impose the death penalty. Does anyone have any objections?"

With long black hair and red highlights, and dressed in an outfit that resembled a prosecutor mixed with a high school girl style, Nikaido Hiro stood in front of the only high-tech item in the room, the LCD TV screen. Holding a manuscript in her hand, she methodically listed the crimes and finally read out the verdict.

"No objections~ I never expected Watson to be like this, we really need to strike hard!" "Onii-chan... I have no objections...!" "This kind of thing has happened again... Rong, why did you go down this path? It must be because I didn't raise you well..." "This monstrous and depraved beast must be eradicated, we agree...!"

As Hiro announced his verdict, the aspiring witches sitting below unanimously voted in favor. This suspect was no ordinary criminal; a heavy blow was necessary!

"Hmm... Can you feel it? This is the will of the people. Do you have anything else to say?"

After listening to the jury's testimony, Hiro nodded and walked to the 'criminal's' side, quietly asking if the sinner had any final words he wanted to say.

"No more words... No, no, I have so much to say! Putting aside the fact that those later charges were just things you, Hiro, added arbitrarily based on your own subjective intentions, the charge of 'unlicensed flight' has nothing to do with me, it's clearly Hannah's problem!"

Chang Rong, the criminal on trial, finally got the right to speak. Faced with overwhelming evidence, he did not choose to honestly admit his mistakes, but instead tried to bite back, looking like a vicious criminal who had been driven to the brink of despair.

"Ugh!? I, I don't know anything about this desuwa...!" The blonde twin-tailed girl sitting on the sofa, holding her waist, shook her head hurriedly. How could a lady like her do something like stripping naked and flying around in the air with someone in her arms!

"Young Miss...! Damn it, even if that's the case, at least the crime of illegal drug use has nothing to do with me!"

Unexpectedly, Chang Rong was betrayed by Tono Hannah so easily. He frowned but was still unwilling to give up and continued to try to overturn his death sentence.

"This, this... Chang Rong-jun, how about you confess and be lenient...? I will always remember Chang Rong-jun..." The pink and white furry puppy, Sakura Emma, ​​said softly while rubbing her hands together.

"I feel sorry for your despicable behavior of trying to shift the blame and get away with it. Please calmly face your own end, my accomplice." Kurobe Nanoka pulled her cycling helmet to hide her flushed cheeks while advising Chang Rong to honestly admit his mistakes.

"No, no, no... Noah thinks so too! Rongrong, stop struggling...!" Even her beloved little darling turned on Chang Rong, blaming her instead.

"You bunch of traitors...!" Chang Rong stared wide-eyed in despair. Whether it was the O drug or the sweet water, she was clearly the victim who was being targeted, but these aspiring witches had all disappeared and turned black into white!

"Oh dear... Anyway, since there's no way to defend ourselves against the charges, let's hurry up and proceed with the final judgment~"

Baosheng Mag, the person who framed Chang Rong for bigamy, also leaned on the sofa. Although her lower body and waist were so tight that even the slightest movement caused pain, she maintained her manipulative and charismatic demeanor, cheerfully urging the judge of justice, Hiro, to issue the final announcement.

"At least give me a chance to reverse my thinking! Or at least let me hire Milia as my defense attorney to try and fight for it again—"

"Rebuttal denied!" Hiro interrupted Chang Rong without hesitation, clearing his throat as he read out the final verdict.

"Chang Rong, you have bewitched people, spread a bad atmosphere, and reached out your evil hands to countless people, destroying the youth and bodies of innocent aspiring witches. Therefore, your final judgment is—I will lock you in the basement and force you to kiss me for 500 years!"

"Hiro-chan really is trying to run away!" "Hey, you're planning to hog Onii-chan again!" "Lord Changrong... Lord Changrong isn't a bird that can be caged. His mission is to spread Fuon with Meruru...!"

As Hiro read out Chang Rong's sins, the prospective witches instantly erupted in chaos, and the 'Chang Rong Victims Alliance,' which had just been united in hatred, vanished like snowflakes.

"Shut up...! This kind of sinner is not someone who can be dealt with in the usual way. It must be restrained and guarded by me, the arbiter of justice. Isn't that obvious?!" Hiro, who was being criticized by everyone, quickly retorted to the crowd with a red face.

"The club member has made such a big mess, it's only right that I, as the club president, should step in, right? Hehehe~! I'll handle Watson, everyone's happy, everyone's happy—" Shirley laughed with her hands on her hips, indicating that she really had to take charge, but because her movements were too big, she accidentally pulled on her still pineapple-like kidneys again, almost sinking herself.

"Hahaha, everyone stop arguing! The fan has taken such extreme actions, and as his idol, I am also to blame. How about this, everyone take a step back, you all go home, and I'll take Chang Rong home. Isn't that a happy ending for everyone?" Lianjian Leia laughed heartily, put one hand on her chest, and pointed at the crowd with the other.

"Everyone's happy, my foot... You stupid monsters are my readers. I will never let you misuse them before I finish writing my work...!" Natsume Anan breathed at Rhea, while placing one hand on the sketchpad to cosplay as Kira, ready to eliminate her opponent with a single click at any time.

"Doesn't that mean Rongrong will be with An'an for life? After all, An'an is a total 'pigeon spirit'..." Noah Shirosaki muttered sarcastically from the side.

"I... I'm just taking time to reflect! You, a balloon who can't even draw anything, have no right to talk to me!"

"Hmph... Planning a fight? Noah isn't the same Noah as before... An'an, you have nothing to be so smug about!"

Amidst the cacophony of voices, infighting had even begun. The usually inseparable best friends were now at loggerheads, their faces flushed as they stood facing each other with their rather meager frontal armor, neither showing any intention of backing down.

"Stop messing around, Noah. I haven't even talked to you about your reckless use of sleeping pills before." Seeing that her balloon was about to stick together with the bean sprout, Hiro quickly stopped her.

"Because I've already tasted it, I'm just pretending to be magnanimous, Hiro-chan... I've always considered Hiro-chan my best friend, and Hiro-chan even said she wanted to apologize to me, but she still kept it from me. If I hadn't finally tasted Changrong-kun's flavor, maybe you would have kept it from me forever...?"

Emma, ​​who was standing nearby, also moved closer to Heero, her resentful tone tinged with a hint of smugness, as if telling her childhood friend that the pink-haired puppy would finally get to eat!

"Ugh...! That, that's a different matter—wait, Emma, ​​have you regained your memories?!" Faced with Emma's question, Hiro blushed instantly. She quickly waved her hands in denial, but suddenly realized something and hurriedly asked Emma if she had regained her memories, remembering the five-person silver party at the end of the last playthrough.

"Recover your memories...? No." Emma blinked and shook her head, somewhat curious as to why Hiro would suddenly ask this question.

"You haven't regained your memories? Then how did you know, Emma—wait, could it be that you, Emma, ​​also...!"