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

“No, because Noah, all you could think about at the time was lust. Also, after this meeting, Noah, remember to wash your bottom and wait for me in the studio.” Hiro replied with a bright smile, while tightening his white gloves.

"Nono no...!? Rongrong, Noah knows he was wrong, don't let Hiro scold Noah anymore..."

Seeing that he was about to be whipped into a spinning top by his eagle-like mother, Little Balloon quickly shrank behind Chang Rong.

"Oh dear, Noah didn't mean to—" "Stop talking nonsense, or I'll sleep with you too!" "Ugh..."

Chang Rong's honest fatherly personality resurfaced, but was immediately crushed by a single sentence from Da hope Wang.

"I finally overcame that dark history that I didn't want to face, and now I have to pick it up again? I think... isn't that a bit too perverse...?" Saeki Miria awkwardly pressed her fingers to her cheek. She had finally overcome the despair of wanting to escape everything and just disappear, but now she had to pick it up again?

"Putting aside whether it's funny or not, the problem is that even if I face it again, I still can't turn into a witch, meow..."

Zedu Coco pulled out an orange box from somewhere and put it on her head, instantly cosplaying as a master of stealth and a CQB expert.

"My taboo is 'hiding,' but ever since Onii-chan cured me, I can't become a witch even if I deliberately break my taboo," Orange Box said.

"Hmm... if that's the case, then my taboo has actually been overcome and cured long ago." Hiro frowned, revealing a thoughtful expression. Her taboo was [suicide], but this taboo was completely overcome during the second playthrough of Silver Party's rewind. In fact, the taboo of [suicide] itself had already disappeared after she reconciled accounts with Emma and learned about Xiaoxue's true ending.

"My taboo is being protected. I used to feel guilty because of my older sister's protection, but after coming to this witch's island and experiencing all this with my 'accomplice'... I no longer resist being protected. My own strength is insignificant. Sometimes, only when I am protected by others can I have the ability to protect others. That's right, if I were alone, I would have absolutely no way to stop my older sister just now."

"Hiss hiss hiss—!!!"

Nanoha Kurobe nodded in agreement, and even the hairband-wearing guard beside her expressed his satisfaction at his sister's growth.

The prospective witches began to review their taboos, and then they all realized that these taboos had actually been crossed long ago, unknowingly, under the influence of a certain white-haired boy.

The gentle yet strong girl received her own blessing and happiness. [The Blessed Girl]

The righteous and obsessive Yamato Nadeshiko has finally let go of the noose that had been around her neck in the past. [A hero who occasionally embarrasses herself.]

The pampered young lady, fearing abandonment, found a reliable knight to whom she could entrust her life. [The Reliable Young Lady]

The rebellious girl, afraid of being forgiven, gained the courage to treat others with kindness. [Classic Yamato Nadeshiko]

Unable to confront himself on online media, the middle-aged man has finally found something to lean on to move forward. [The Middle-Aged Man Who Dares to Conquer the Courtroom]

The seemingly mature but naive girl can finally enjoy the protection from her accomplice with a clear conscience. [Protecting the current sniper]

An idol with a morbid thirst for attention has found a dedicated fan who allows her to shine. 【An idol just for you】

An artist who didn't want their handwritten artwork to be seen mustered the courage to pick up a paintbrush again for the sake of someone they admired. [A rookie artist from Xiaoyi]

A girl hidden in the painful corner of her past found another 'I love' who allowed her to face the darkness. [The gentle old man]

The girl, who was afraid to express her love, finally succumbed to her own heart and embraced pure love. [The Conman Yearning for Love]

A gloomy, pigeon-like writer, afraid of happiness, emerged from the pitch-black room and began writing her own happy ending. [The Pigeon-like Writer Creating Happy Endings]

The nun, who had wandered alone in anguish for a century, finally relinquished her obsession with the Great Witch and became a fanatical follower of a certain white-haired boy. [The Happy Jellyfish]

The journey wasn't long, but it wasn't short either. What started as a tragedy due to a misunderstanding, through everyone's efforts and the repeated heart-to-heart talks and encouragement from the boy who called himself a Sigma man, led to a happy future for each of them.

However, these aspiring witches have suddenly been told that if they want to truly embrace the future, they need to abandon their growth along the way.

"There's no way to become a witch... Damn it... You wicked nun, aren't you a veteran of the underworld? You should know a lot about witch transformation! Quickly transform me into a witch!"

"Waaaaah... I used to just casually incite everyone to turn evil. I thought it was because I had a special talent, but now it seems it was just the witch's genes at work..."

An'an wanted to help Chang Rong but didn't know how, so she could only vent her anger on Mei Lulu. Meanwhile, Sister Jellyfish shook her head with a tearful expression, indicating that she was also at a loss.

"Hmph... It seems this is the time for Ben Holmes to step in!"

Just as everyone was in a bit of a daze, a blue-haired girl wearing a detective hat and calling herself a detective suddenly stepped forward!

“Ultimately, the so-called witch transformation is just about plunging yourself into emotional despair, right? If that’s the case, then it’s easy~ As long as I imagine Watson abandoning me, I can easily become a witch, right!” Tachibana Sherry said cheerfully.

“While that makes sense, but…” Hiro frowned. This kind of ‘I think’ approach to turning someone into a witch is a bit too childish.

However, considering Chang Rong's special physique, even if Tachibana Sherry really succeeds in becoming a witch, our side only needs to deploy the idiot rabbit tactical nuclear weapon to ensure that Sherry will never return!

No, wouldn't that just give her pleasure again?

Just as Hiro was pondering the pros and cons and trying to stop Tachibana Sherry from making such a reckless move, the blue-haired guy had already started thinking ahead.

"Watson never really liked me. He only put on a smiling face for me to keep everyone's social circle stable. In reality, Watson always thought I was a hopeless freak—"

"I...uh..." Listening to Shirley's rambling, Chang Rong wanted to step forward and refute, "That's not how it is," but seeing how serious and hardworking Shirley was, she felt that interrupting her at this time would be a bit unfair to her efforts.

If that doesn't work, I'll spend more time hugging and cuddling the club president as compensation later. If that's still not enough, then I'll just have to let the club president experience what it feels like to be too weak and powerless.

After a brief silence, Tachibana Sherry slowly raised her head—

"Hehehe, failed~☆" The blue-haired girl blushed shyly, stuck out her tongue, and struck a cute pose as she spoke to everyone.

"Since you failed, don't make such a big fuss to attract attention, you super-strong woman!" Tono Hannah immediately retorted.

"Because...because no matter how I think about it, I can't imagine Watson doing that kind of thing to me."

"Well……!"

Shirley Tachibana looked at Chang Rong, blushing and smiling. Chang Rong's face also turned red instantly upon hearing these words.

"Failure is one thing, but don't try to sneak away with such a devastating sweet talk!!" Hannah floated up and grabbed Sherry's collar, yelling at her.

As expected of the most prestigious veteran champion of S2, their skills are truly impressive!

The rusty heart of the girl who claimed to be incapable of feeling love and pain begins to stir again. [Love Detective]

But with Sherry's defeat, all the aspiring witches have now failed and transformed into witches. For a moment, everyone was a little unsure of what to do next.

"Well, we're just killing time anyway, let's have a party!" Sherry suddenly exclaimed, a lightbulb popping into her head.

"Is your brain just full of trivial stuff, you violent detective? Wait, are we having a party...?"

Hiro paused halfway through her rant, frowned as if she had suddenly thought of something, and then turned her gaze to Chang Rong, looking her up and down, finally fixing it on Chang Rong's lower abdomen, revealing a close-up with a clear meaning.

"...Ugh, what, what did you do?"

Chang Rong swallowed hard, somewhat guiltily responding to Hiro's burning, ruby-like gaze.

He recognized that look. Back in Season 2, when they were locked in a deadlock and everyone finally decided to start a new game and have Hero commit suicide to begin again, Emma and her group rushed into her bedroom and study with that same resolute look on their faces.

They really ran away...?

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The doorman's gone, time to climb the tower.

Volume 1: 282. The entire team mobilized to work on Chang Rong!

"Actually, when you and Baosheng Mag had already built up a good relationship and even got into bed together (hears this through gritted teeth), I also did some tests and found some clues."

After Sherry suggested, "Let's have a party first!", Hiro looked at Chang Rong with a determined and approving gaze. However, she did not actually wave her hand and announce that everyone should go out and cook rabbit heads. Instead, she suddenly changed the subject and took out the light red ceremonial sword.

"At least our relationship has definitely become closer..." Chang Rong muttered to herself in protest. Regardless of the form it took, at least she and Mag were truly open to each other. As for the specific gestures they used, that didn't matter.

"...In short, what I want to say is that I hadn't noticed before that this ceremonial sword actually produces slight differences depending on the user when it's held." Hiro glanced coldly at Chang Rong, suppressing the urge to physically shut him up, and placed the ceremonial sword on the table in the reception room.

Hero closed the door to the drawing room, then extinguished the fire in the fireplace and turned off the lights overhead and on the table, plunging the entire house into darkness in an instant.

“When I hold this sword and experience emotional fluctuations, the ceremonial sword itself emits a subtle glow—like this.”

Hiro gripped the hilt of the sword on the coffee table, and a faint, inconspicuous light slowly emerged from the darkness, looking like a glow stick that was about to expire.

"The brightness of this light is probably related to the concentration of the witch factor, and the effect varies from person to person—Emma, ​​you try it. Also, don't think I can't see you secretly rubbing against that idiot rabbit just because it's pitch black!"

Hiro shouted at Sakura Emma with veins bulging on his forehead. When she turned off the lights, some prospective witches were confused, some were watching the show with amusement, and some looked thoughtful. But Emma was the only one who stuck to Chang Rong the moment the lights were turned off.

As expected... Emma, ​​you're wrong!

"Ugh!? Okay, okay—kiang!?" Emma, ​​caught by Hero, stuck out her tongue shyly and hurriedly got up to come closer. However, because she was in such a hurry, she didn't look carefully and accidentally bumped her knee directly into the edge of the coffee table, making a cute impact sound.

"Be careful! Are you alright, Emma—"

“Miss Emma, ​​you can’t be too hasty… Let me help you relieve this pain…”

Chang Rong wanted to reach out and catch Emma, ​​who was about to fall, but before Hiro could angrily stop her, Meruru suddenly floated over like a ghost. The gentle jellyfish dressed in a nun's uniform steadily supported Emma, ​​smiled and placed her palm on Emma's knee. A faint cold light healed the bump on Emma's knee.

"Thank you, Meruru-chan~"

—Ugh, because I've been up to no good, not only Hiro, but now everyone else is on my guard? This will make it even harder to seduce Chang Rong-jun…

Emma flashed a cute smile with her fangs showing, while inwardly she was frantically scheming. Right now, she was so focused on competing with Hiro for favor that her actions seemed to have alerted others. If she were to be watched by others, she would soon be sitting at the same table as Nanoha Kaori. No, no, absolutely not!

After a brief brainstorming session, Emma decided to stay put for the time being to avoid becoming the target of everyone's attacks. She finally came to Hero's side and, following his example, grasped the ritual sword.

"Hmm...?"

When Emma grasped the ceremonial sword, although the blade itself emitted a faint glow, if Heero's glow was like an expired glow stick, then Emma's glow was only as faint as fluorescent underwear, much dimmer, and almost invisible unless you looked closely.

“Just as I thought—Hannah, try again.” Hiro immediately called out Hannah Tono’s name again.

"What's going on here... It's so mysterious and weird, desuwa."

Despite feeling sore all over and unable to move easily, Tono Hannah reluctantly moved slowly to Hero's side and grasped the ceremonial sword.

"—Huh?"

Unlike Hero and Emma, ​​Hannah couldn't see even a glimmer of light when she grasped the ceremonial sword.

"Yes, so my guess was correct after all."

After the three-round handshake agreement, Hiro nodded and turned the lights back on in the reception room.

"Guess? What guess?" Zedu Coco was completely bewildered. From her perspective, this was just Hiro showing off her glowing ritual sword.

"Mmm... I completely understand now!" Rhea Hasumi snapped her fingers instantly, pointed at Hiro with a confident expression, and flicked her bangs with her hand.

"Looks like Rhea, you do have moments of brilliance. That's right, this is my guess. The essence of the witch resurrection ritual, the reason for witch transformation, is actually—"

"Actually, this ceremonial sword is just like King Ya's Thunder Hammer. Only a chosen person can unleash its full power, and those who are not qualified can't even lift it, right!"

"That's not right at all!! And King Arthur's weapon wasn't a hammer, was it?!" Hero immediately retorted loudly after being interrupted by Rhea.

"Oh dear, I really can't do anything with you guys. In that case, I, the idol, will be the destined hero." Rhea Hasumi ignored Hiro's complaints and walked to the ceremonial sword, raising it with an elegant and cool posture.

"So that's not what you meant... huh?"

Hiro shook her head and sighed, but she immediately noticed that the ritual sword in Rhea's hand did indeed emit a brighter light than Emma's and her own, so bright that it could be seen with the naked eye without even turning off the lights, just like a candle.

"Hehe... This light is undeniable—the one who picked up that first napkin is me, Rhea Hasumi!" Seeing the light of the ceremonial sword in her hand, Rhea immediately struck an even more exaggerated pose.

"I, I don't believe it! I want to try it too...!" Seeing Ryota Hayami stealing the spotlight, jealous An'an immediately wriggled over. However, when An'an finally managed to grasp the ritual sword handed to her by Ryota, the sword did not emit any light.

"Oh, it's okay, An'an. Even if you can't draw the sword of the hero, you can still become your own hero, right?" Leia smiled as she comforted An'an and soothed the sulking, gloomy bean sprout.