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

"Then... please find the final truth for me, hehe... Watson who belongs only to me."

After obtaining permission from the club president, Chang Rong gently and carefully put Tachibana Sherry down, and then, in a tender manner, like Zangief, held Sherry tightly in his arms to perform the witch resurrection ritual.

He slowly approached the malfunctioning robot in front of him, while Tachibana Sherry, who had long ago revealed a happy smile, waited excitedly. This girl, who only knew how to protect herself and fight against the world with violence, finally felt the ultimate, irresistible tenderness at this moment.

The broken heart, which it perceives as faulty and flawed, resonates with an incredibly vibrant frequency in this melody that brings peace and tranquility.

after a while--

"Hmm... Take a short rest and have a good dream, President."

Chang Rong smiled and stroked Tachibana Sherry's cheek, while the girl drifted off to sleep with a gentle smile.

"—" "..."

The courtroom was completely silent, and then—

"The difference in treatment...it's too much! Woof...!" Emma struggled to lift her head and looked at Chang Rong, complaining in a soft, weak voice.

"Huh?" "Kiang!? Yes, I'm sorry...!"

But Emma's complaints were quickly silenced by Chang Rong's death stare. While the little idiot had a peculiar, almost demonic, tendency to glutton, she didn't have that mysterious, gluttonous hobby of repeatedly challenging the final boss and getting kicked over in quick succession.

Meanwhile, the prospective witches on the witness stand also had some complaints.

"Are you kidding me, you bastard! I'll kill you, you bastard! The difference in art style is too much!!" "What is this? Let's get this intense life-or-death duel going!" "You only do this to Tachibana Sherry, it feels like she's won by accident! She didn't even put up a fight, she just gave up on Desuwa right away!"

The aspiring witches transformed into hyenas, expecting to devour another lump of history, only to find upon biting into chocolate filled with the sweet honey of love, and instantly died with a snap. While everyone was furious, Natsume An'an hesitated, her sketchbook swaying uncertainly, her gaze shifting back and forth between Chang Rong and the others.

Finally, after a fierce exchange, Natsume Anan slapped her cheeks to encourage herself and suddenly jumped out while everyone was fuming and complaining.

"Hmph! Although it feels very unpleasant, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! The stupid monster's emotions are very stable right now, which means—the effects of my Word of Power can now be maximized!"

Suddenly appearing, Natsume Anan dropped her sketchbook, covered her left eye with one hand, revealing a slit, and pointed her index finger at Chang Rong with the other.

"I command you—[become my loyal hound]!"

"What—uh!"

Before Chang Rong could react, her body felt as if it had been struck by an electric current, and she froze on the spot.

"We...we succeeded...! Hmph, what a bunch of weaklings, but in the end, it was still our victory after all...!"

Natsume Anan cautiously observed from the side, and only after confirming that Chang Rong did not launch a single attack on her did she approach Chang Rong with a radiant expression.

"Shake hands." "Shake both hands."

An An raised her hand to give the command, and Chang Rongquan quickly responded by taking her hand in his.

"Stick out your tongue!" "Hehe—"

"Hmph hmph hmph... Hmph hmph hmph hmph! Indeed, what is most terrifying is our talent!! We cough cough cough...!!"

The hypnosis was successful, and Natsume Anan could no longer contain her excitement. She was so excited that she even lost her breath.

"What Sherlock Holmes, what witch assassins, what War Thunder, what entertainers—they all fell to my magic! [I could go to heaven now without a problem!]"

"Yes, sir. I will send my master to heaven."

"Huh? Wait, wait a minute, that's not what I meant—this, this is just a literary device—Eeeeeeeeeoo ...

Changrong Dog, who was in standby mode, received the command and immediately activated the overthrow command, vowing to make his master, Natsume An'an, experience what Father Pucci felt like.

—W-why is it trying to use hypnosis on me right from the start…!? This guy, this monstrous monster, wasn't it hypnotized at all!? Ughhhhhh—No, my witch factor is banned, so I can't use magic freely either…!

From the moment Natsume An'an announced that she had become a god to the moment she cried and rubbed her eyes in the rain, transforming into Hei Xiang, less than a minute had passed. However, the subsequent spinning top segment continued for a while.

"Hiccup... Guh... I, I command you to dispel the hypnosis...!"

Finally finding a break, An'an used all her strength to break Chang Rong's hypnosis. Seeing Chang Rong stunned again, she finally breathed a sigh of relief and completely relaxed.

"At least this way I can rest... Huh?"

Suddenly, An'an saw Chang Rong again in her field of vision. The white-haired monster was standing next to her with a half-smile on his face.

—I just witnessed this scene…! Hmph, as expected, even a stupid monster can be quite gentle… Huh, huh?

An An thought she would experience the same gentle melody resonance as Shirley Tachibana, but when she came to her senses, she found herself being posed by Chang Rong in the classic Wittrum subway riding pose.

Unfortunately, An An was very familiar with this position, having experienced it herself not long ago, and the result was far from pleasant.

"Wait, wait a minute... you stupid monster, you... you... didn't you just... didn't you just let me experience Made in Heaven...?! And now again!?"

Realizing the situation was dire, An'an used a frenzied escape technique! At the same time, she tried to bring Chang Rong back to her senses, but what awaited her was a flat, indifferent statement:

"That was something Chang Rong did. What does it have to do with me, Chang Rong?"

"Huh...huh?! That's not how it is, is it?! Let me go, I'll never talk nonsense again, I'll stop being a keyboard warrior—waaaaaah!!??"

And so, the hypnotist Natsume An'an was hypnotized and lulled to sleep by Chang Rong using physical methods. Judging from her drooling, smiling, and snow-white ashes, it must have been a very peaceful dream.

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Thanks to Linglan Huaxing for the spicy razor blade strips!

Thanks to Chenguang for the generous donation of this "salty fish spike" (a humorous, slightly exaggerated attack)! 309. I couldn't take it anymore, so I'm sneaking in, sisters!

"Nono nono... An'an, you big idiot...! Didn't we agree to use our Spirit Fusion Technique together with Noah to take down that idiot Rongrong? Why did you suddenly rush up and get yourself killed!?"

Watching the gloomy bean sprout who once said he would fight alongside him now move back and forth and flutter up and down like a yo-yo, finally crashing to the ground with a thud, completely announcing its tragic end, the colorful little balloon Noah was instantly speechless, complaining with a mixture of panic and anger.

After practicing for several days in Pacific Rim, the day finally arrived to confront the nasty monsters, but his teammates inexplicably rushed in and got killed, which made Noah Kinosaki give up and think he should just surrender.

"Hmm... Is that all? That's far from enough—not enough, not nearly enough... I can feel this primordial power surging even stronger; it thirsts for a purer battle! WRYYYYYYY!!!"

On the other side, after settling An'an aside and confirming that she really didn't have any more witch genes for him to exploit, Chang Rong spread his hands, uttered some nonsensical and mysterious remarks, and struck a pose of extreme high, as if he himself was about to go to heaven.

"Um, something about Onii-chan's behavior seems a bit strange... I've witnessed something similar before in the VIP section, but Onii-chan wasn't this excited back then...?"

Zedu Coco swallowed hard as she cautiously observed Chang Rong. The white-haired boy's aura, actions, and speech all seemed somewhat unfamiliar. Even during the last hurrah in the study earlier, Chang Rong hadn't displayed this berserk mode, but the current Chang Rong clearly seemed off.

The courtroom is a place created to pursue the truth. No matter who you are, once you stand in your witness stand, you have to make an effort to find the truth.

However, this time the truth everyone is looking for has changed from 'who is the real culprit' to 'why Chang Rong looks so strange'.

"Witch Factor... Is it a problem with the amount of Witch Factor reserves?" After a moment of thought, Arisa Fujito offered a seemingly plausible response.

"Witch Factor...? Hmm, thinking about it carefully, although the idiot knight and everyone else had that kind of experience before, and even, there was a ritual involving a group of five... but, but that's all. A larger number of witches is an experience that we've never had before, and it's the same for him. And it's clear that the number of people involved in this ritual so far has completely exceeded every previous experience."

Tono Hannah was also racking her brains, but in previous witch trials, her only mission was to clear herself of the blame for "there were no footsteps at the crime scene, so the culprit was Hannah!" She was completely unable to participate in the process of finding the truth.

But this time, she was no longer bound by B's steps, and the poor young lady finally showed her reasoning ability.

"Emma, ​​Sherry, Uncle, Rhea, Margot, Anan, Meruru—they have indeed surpassed the previous five's limits..."

Nikaido Hiro Enma called out the names of the prospective witches who had spent every day with him, but all of them were now lying scattered on the execution platform, becoming layers in Chang Rong's murder book.

"Is there no next challenger? If not, then I'll have to take the initiative~~~?"

Chang Rong on stage was getting impatient. The previous act of the witches lining up to save their grandfather and feeding him to her had suddenly stopped, which made him a little unhappy. He decided to just pounce on them and enjoy it to the fullest.

"I don't really care about anything unusual. All I can see is a boy waiting to undergo the ritual. If the others hesitate, then I'll satisfy your ever-growing appetite, my accomplice."

While everyone hesitated, unsure whether to answer the call, Kurobe Nanoha, a black-haired girl with twin tails wearing a cycling helmet and goggles, stepped forward. Her face maintained its usual composed, almost mature demeanor as she unwrapped the bandage from her left hand and tightened her right black glove, preparing for battle.

Although the fates of the previous trainee witches were indeed terrifying, that was no reason for me to back down. On the contrary, all the training I had undergone was preparation for this very moment!

My older sister's protection, my companions' trust, and my perseverance day after day—all of these can become my weapons in the face of Chang Rong!

Indeed, this body is made of gun, blood as strong as iron, heart as pure as glass. Faced with Chang Rong's thousand strikes in an instant, only the 'Infinite Gun Technique' that I have mastered through countless trials can contend with it! This time, I will absolutely not miss three shots from behind, I will absolutely not agree again! Kurobe Nanoha took a deep breath, gently placing her palm on her chest to feel her surging heartbeat, this rhythm being the proof that she was alive at this moment.

But the instant she placed her fingertips on his body—a bizarre scene flashed before her eyes. Even though she was still some distance from Chang Rong, it was as if she had been struck by the Crimson King's Time-Delete technique; the next second, she suddenly found herself, like a martyr, asleep in Chang Rong's arms.

Not only that, but his appearance could only be described as 'tragic'. This muscle, which had been tempered to the point that it could not be an exaggeration to become a secret investigator, was not even capable of resisting in the slightest. The process and result of the trial were completely declared unilaterally by that white-haired boy, leaving no room for struggle or rebuttal.

The secret agent skills he had painstakingly honed seemed utterly meaningless and laughable in this situation. After all, he could have used lockpicking to force his way into areas that should have been explored later, but now everyone was openly facing the witch's resurrection ritual, and his clever little tricks were no longer of any help in the battle.

Even more terrifying was that his black plaid shirt disappeared as if it had been hit by a space bomb. To put it simply, he looked like a lover who had been repeatedly Ora Ora by Jotaro for three and a half pages. It could only be described as a gruesome and inhuman sight.

The scene was so shocking and realistic that even the illusion magic, which shouldn't have evoked any empathy, allowed Nanoha to feel the warmth emanating from Chang Rong's body pressed against her. This warmth, which should have symbolized reassurance, now felt like a death knell, sending chills down her spine.

"Whoa—!? Ha...ha...!?"

Nanoha Kurobe gasped for breath, gasping for air, and at the same time, the 'image' vanished. Having narrowly escaped death, she quickly looked at the boy not far away.

Chang Rong remained standing in the same spot, the only difference being that his expression seemed to have become more impatient.

—Was it an illusion? It must be an illusion. I'm still standing here perfectly fine, not defeated by Chang Rong. The scene just now was merely a figment of my imagination due to pressure. I've undergone countless trials and tribulations; there's no way I'd end up dying halfway through my entrepreneurial journey before even having a chance to fully realize my potential!

What's more, I also possess the magic of [Vision], which allows me to glimpse the future—hmm?

Just as she was about to step forward, Kurobe Nanoha paused, as if she had suddenly realized something.

One thing can be learned from previous experiences: the magic of the aspiring witches has been amplified to varying degrees, and their control over magic has become more proficient.

My own [Vision Magic] must have been enhanced; perhaps I can see the past and future of an object just by touching it.

So, what did I do before seeing that terrifying apocalyptic ending scene? Hmm... I think I 'touched my chest', right?

So, in other words... that wasn't a fantasy, but rather a glimpse of the future that came from using [Vision] on oneself?

"Ugh...!?"

After realizing this despairing truth, Kurobe Nanoha, who had been walking forward, stopped in her tracks. She swallowed hard, her legs trembling, and after a brief sway, she finally turned away.

I can't win...! Only my older sister can barely hold her own; I can't do anything on my own...!

She had worked so hard for this moment, but in the end, she was still the girl who needed to be protected... This disparity was hard to accept, but right now, the more important thing was to preserve the spark of the fight...!

Nanoha Kurobe's beliefs were shattered by the visions she saw, and her act of turning around and running away only sealed her fate.

"Hmph, want to run away?"

"Huh—uh!?"

I am familiar with the Oedipus tragedy; it refers to the greatest tragedy of humankind. The more a person tries to escape their fate, the more their actions actually bring about that fate.

Nanoha Kaori, who originally chose to confront the enemy head-on, might have had a sliver of a chance. But when her faith was shattered by fate and she chose to turn away, she had already completely lost the opportunity to control her own destiny.

Her collar was firmly gripped by a large, tangible hand, followed by an irresistible, terrifying force that pulled Nanoha Kaori, who was trying to flee in fear, back into Chang Rong's domain.

What happened next is self-explanatory; it was nothing more than formulaic statements like "Brother Rong, no!", "Brother Rong, I was wrong!", and "Eek, oh, oh, this won't do!"

—My dear sister…I…I really can’t protect anything after all…

Endless darkness and despair surged forth, like a monstrous wave that completely overwhelmed and swallowed Nanoha. In the final moments before Chang Rong completely absorbed her witch genes, Nanoha's eyes caught sight of the headband-wearing guard standing quietly at the corner. Even through the mask, even with her face covered in badapple, in that brief exchange, Nanoha understood the words in her older sister's gaze:

"You've had a wonderful meal again, my silly little sister."