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

"Looks like the farce is over... I was the biggest fool for having expectations of you all—come down, young lady, it's time to face your end."

I thought these three would actually pull off some amazing martial soul fusion technique, but it turned out to be another farce where they shattered at the slightest touch. Chang Rong shook his head, then casually raised his hand towards Hannah in mid-air, made a gesture, and softly uttered a word:

"Azure"

"What... ugh!?"

The young lady of the Azure Sky was wondering what was wrong with the stupid knight just a second ago, but the next second she was directly 'sucked' towards Chang Rong.

—No, that's not right. It wasn't sucked in; it couldn't float, so it crashed!

thump!

"It seems that after absorbing a certain amount of witch factors, I can now neutralize the witch factors of a specific target at a specific point. Your knight has learned an even cooler new ability. Shouldn't we celebrate for this, my young lady?" Chang Rong caught the falling child steadily and smiled as she softly boasted to her.

"Waaaaah... This, this cheat-like ability is nothing—no, no, there's no such thing in the manga, this doesn't count—waaaaaah!!?"

Unfortunately, this is not the world of shoujo manga, but a real world filled with blood and tears, devoid of dreams, miracles, and pink speech bubbles.

"Meow meow meow... Um, onii-chan, how about we go for the pure love route...?"

Ze Du Ke Ke, who was slumped on the ground in shock, smiled desperately as she tried to awaken Chang Rong's long-dormant family affection.

"At this very moment? You must be joking, Coco-chan." Chang Rong's response was short and desperate.

"I...I will try my best until the very last moment...I'm just a humble woman, please forgive me...!!"

Arisa Wisteria mustered her courage. Although it was a goal that was destined to be impossible, she still bravely faced the ritual in order to save everyone. This act of doing the impossible is a great hymn to humanity!

I miss our best trio: Hannah (who died in a plane crash), Coco (who was terrified), and Arisa (who defected to the enemy).

The fates of the three are self-evident. Coco, the minor character, has once again become the unit measuring device for speedrunning ANY% Witch Island. It's not just a matter of sitting at the same table as An An anymore; her results are not as impressive as An An's.

Arisa's Yamato Nadeshiko training did not last long. Due to years of OD and unhealthy lifestyle habits, her physical condition was not good, which caused her to fail and become a victim before she could even finish half of the originally planned process.

In the end, it was actually Hannah Tono, who came from a poor family and suffered from malnutrition but whose perseverance was forged through a life of hardship and simplicity, who ultimately bore the burden of everything for the trio.

"Quick, run, Hiro! Chang Rong is no longer— Eeeeeeeee...!!"

Hannah Tohno desperately reached out to Hero, but she couldn't even send out a final ripple. The king of the sky fell to the earth, utterly defeated in the final darkness before dawn, as the ritual was perfectly completed.

The twelve prospective witches, along with the entire courtroom, fell into an eerie silence. They had all become parts of a grand ritual, like offerings in some terrifying sacrificial ceremony, making the atmosphere in the room incredibly strange.

Beside the witches, the white-haired boy still stood firmly on the ground. The ritual, contrary to initial fears, hadn't left him exhausted; instead, it had strengthened his resolve, making his eyes shine with unwavering determination.

"You're the only one left, Hero."

Chang Rong looked up at the black-haired girl in front of her and her smile faded.

"...Ah, yes."

Instead, Hero smiled, a smile that represented her will, which would never be extinguished no matter how much despair she witnessed.

"You should know that I feel extremely...empty right now." Chang Rong swallowed hard. The amount of witch factor he had absorbed had already surpassed any time before. At this moment, he only wanted to absorb all the witch factors in the world into his pocket in one go and complete this great ritual.

"Ok, I know."

Hiro casually moved her wrists and neck, just like the routine she did every morning after waking up.

—I don’t have the magic that others are proud of, nor do I have a way to retreat or hide. All I have right now is this body that will never give up on the 'right thing'.

There are no miracles here, no salvation. Only a hopeless end awaits me. But even so… I have no regrets. This is a story I started myself. It is a choice I made willingly.

—If my sacrifice can bring Noah Hannah and the others some salvation, then my existence will definitely not be meaningless, and something will surely be passed down.

"...Come on, Chang Rong, come face me, come end all of this, come and put a period to the final chapter of this story!!"

Nikaido Hiro faced Chang Rong; her fate was sealed, but seeds of hope would always be nurtured and sprout new shoots.

"Hiro-chan...no, no...!"

"Emma...!?"

Just before being devoured by Chang Rong, Sakura Emma's tender, tired yet incredibly resolute voice reached his ears. Hiro stared in utter shock at the pink and white figure that was teetering on the brink of collapse but still desperately trying to stand up.

"Why...why did you stand up again, Emma!?" Shiro shouted at Emma. Her battle should have been over!

"Because... hehehe, because I'm an idiot, I can't just leave Hiro-chan, who's an idiot too, alone." Emma forced a smile, her soft, pale pink eyes sparkling with an indomitable spirit.

"It's not over yet... Watson, only a detective can tell the final truth...!"

"—Sherry!"

The blue-haired girl leaned against Emma and slowly got up, revealing a forced, carefree smile. "I, I'm not so easily shot down—" Tono Hannah swayed as she stood up again.

“My service, I want to continue a little longer…” Arisa Fujito reluctantly tugged at her hood.

"Uncle, I can't let Xiao Rong run wild...!" Saeki Miria slowly stood up, her front armor trembling.

“Vision’s future is not necessarily the real future—” Kurobe Nanoha Kaori pressed her spear against her and stood tall once more.

"Bearing the beliefs of the veterans, I cannot fall here!" Hasumi Ryoya still did not take her final bow.

"Noah... Noah's filial piety won't be so easily exposed!" Noah's face turned rainbow-colored again.

"My future with Onii-chan will definitely be a future full of infinite possibilities, meow!" Sawatari Coco regained her courage to face the future.

“My dear husband… this is all you’ve got, but it’s not enough to satisfy my ‘love’…” Baosheng Mag weaves a new lie.

"We are not mere fodder... We are the masters of the soul...!" Natsume Anan opened her mouth and issued a command.

"Lord Changrong... I have made many unforgivable mistakes, but... even so, I must accompany Lord Changrong to the very end...!" Meru on Ice prayed, yearning for redemption.

The defeated prospective witches rose to their feet. Though they swayed precariously, none of them fell again. Each of them supported and helped the other up.

If you lack physical strength, make up for it with your beliefs; if you lack beliefs, use the bonds of others to hold yourself together!

"You...you bunch of...idiots."

Nikaido Shiro stared in shock at his close companions. At that moment, their souls resonated, their thoughts aligned, and countless ideas converged, ultimately weaving into a simple yet infinitely powerful phrase:

Go, Hiro, defeat Chang Rong. If it were you, you could definitely do it.

"--Yes, trust me."

Hiro nodded, with a lovely smile.

Trust me, because... [I trust everyone else too].

Then—Xiro was instantly killed by Chang Rong without any suspense.

Then Chang Rong used the excuse, "Since you can still stand up, it means you still have a lot of witch factors to provide, right?" to ignore the risks and forcibly install it, starting another overtime game on her own.

In an instant, the courtroom was filled with wailing cries, and all sorts of prospective witches of different types and sizes lay sprawled on the ground. Only the white-haired god stood in place, bathed in the light streaming through the stained glass, appearing incredibly holy.

Immediately afterwards, the ceremonial sword standing on the judge's bench suddenly emitted a blinding light—the ceremony was successful. 311. Long time no see, Xiaoxue.

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With the final hunter of the witch faction, Hiro, also collapsing from exhaustion, the witch resurrection ritual involving 13 prospective witches has finally reached its decisive moment.

“The light… it’s so dazzling, such an eerie red… it makes me feel very uneasy…” Sakura Emma barely managed to support herself as she looked at the ritual sword not far away. The ritual sword, which was originally just like a red crystal, was now emitting a dazzling scarlet light.

The red light did not evoke any image of the rising sun or any sacred warmth. Those bathed in the light only felt a strange stickiness, and could even smell a non-existent rusty odor.

It was less like 'light' and more like 'blood' in a different form.

"Oh my... It's the same phenomenon described in ancient books, except... seeing it in person is even more terrifying and shocking..."

Baosheng Mag managed a wry smile with his remaining strength. Ancient texts did indeed record that when the ritual ended, countless streams of blood would gush out from the seal, and within that fountain of red soul, the "Great Witch" would be reshaped and return to the human world.

"Hey...hey, this is really bad...it's not just a matter of light anymore, this thing is actually spitting blood out...!"

Tono Hannah stared wide-eyed at the center of the courtroom. The pillars that had been there had disappeared without a trace, replaced by a gurgling, crimson, rusty liquid.

"Don't be afraid, young lady. No matter what happens, I will protect you."

Chang Rong came to Hannah's side and shielded the blonde twin-tailed girl behind her, looking at the strange event before her with a serious and solemn expression.

“Foolish knight…” Hannah blinked, watching Chang Rong’s back, and unconsciously nipped the fear that had not yet sprouted in the bud.

After confirming the success of the ritual, the familiar 'silly knight' immediately returned. The terrifying 'Emperor Rabbit King' aura that Chang Rong had previously possessed vanished completely. The boy standing in front of him to protect him had once again transformed into the gentle white-haired boy who would bravely step forward no matter what and would always unconditionally accept everything about him.

The witches' feast has ended. What follows will be a confrontation with the Great Witch that will determine the fate of all aspiring witches, and even the entire 'human' race. Chang Rong understood this perfectly, which is why he changed his mindset so quickly.

Such a heavy and immense responsibility weighing on my shoulders should have made it difficult to even breathe, but... as soon as I see that boy's figure, it seems that all difficulties can be easily swept away.

Not only Hannah Tono, but every prospective witch, after the initial panic and fear, became more determined when faced with this strange phenomenon that was beyond human comprehension.

No matter what that great witch is up to, no matter how terrifying she is, no matter how this story ends—as long as you move forward with that boy, you will never feel fear again.

"So this is the Great Witch's oppressive aura... Hmph, while it did surprise me somewhat, that's all. My body feels so light now, there's nothing left to fear—"

"Waaah, I understand what you mean, but that's a forbidden word. Good kids absolutely can't say it, meow!!"

Zedu Coco quickly covered An An's mouth. It was one thing not to add buffs at such a crucial moment before the boss fight, but what kind of operation was this to set a flag?!

To be honest, it would be better to let Hero say those lines.

"Xiaoxue—" "Xiaoxue-chan..."

Emma, ​​the pink-haired girl, and Shiro, the disciplinary committee member with long black hair, both had very solemn expressions as they looked at the strange change in the distance, their feelings incredibly complicated.

Although he had already made up his mind to punish his friend 'Yuki Tsukishiro' who had gone astray, when the moment of their reunion was approaching, even Hiro, who called himself an agent of justice, would eventually feel dazed and confused.

As the final judgment drew near, Heero inevitably began to question herself. Could the 'right' she had always upheld truly lead everyone to a happy and fulfilling ending?

"Just do what you think is right, Emma, ​​Hiro."

A warm current flowed through their palms, and the two instinctively looked up, meeting the gaze of the smiling boy.

“…Yes, Chang Rong-jun.” “Of course I know…!”

Emma smiled and nodded, revealing her cute tiger teeth. Although Shiro was a little shy for a moment, his hand honestly gripped the boy's hand tightly.

The forgotten witch, the last witch, the primordial witch, the cursed witch, the vengeful witch… After countless ages, her story will finally come to an end here. Whether it's resentment towards humanity or mourning for the witch race, everything will settle down after this ritual.

……

After a group of people stood around the bubbling blood spring, experiencing an awkward and eerie silence as if waiting for a cafeteria meal to be served, Marge frowned.

"...Huh? Something feels off—the blood flow is a little too weak. Could something be wrong?"

"If that's the case... then it does feel a bit off. Although I don't like watching horror movies, this level is definitely different from what I imagined. Generally speaking, it should be a lot of vomiting out all at once, right?"

Nanoha Kaori, standing to the side, pondered and responded. The 'blood spring' in front of them only looked impressive when it first appeared, but later it turned into a small stream of water gurgling out like an old, loose faucet, with a flow rate even less than that of a showerhead in a shower room.

"Could it be that the concentration of witch factors accumulated is not enough? But the ritual sword clearly emitted light... Ugh!?"