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

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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"That evens things out, right?"

"..."

"Tsk...you wretched brat, don't think I'm that easy to talk to—I'll give you one more piece, that's my bottom line, there's absolutely no room for negotiation!"

"I'll let you off the hook today."

Inside the study, after the commotion, Chang Rong was sitting with the furry assassin, Natsume An'an, sharing cookies.

After Nanako Kurobe, who had been picking locks every day, finally had a change of heart and fed herself some mysterious snacks. But before she could even warm them up in her pocket, only a few pieces were left.

It's all because of that Hakimi from Sawatari Coco—oh right, and Natsume Anan too!

The two who are usually used as scapegoats really went all out this time, but when it came to pinning the blame on them, they weren't as happy as they thought. Humans really are twisted creatures.

"So, you've been a dog, you've done assassinations, you've eaten cookies—is there anything you need, An'an?"

After much fuss, Natsume Anan finally appeared calm enough to have a normal conversation, which prompted Chang Rong to quickly ask her questions.

"I'm here to hunt monsters."

"Don't worry, although this study looks shabby and old, there aren't any rats, cockroaches, spiders, centipedes, or anything like that—Pfft!!"

"What I was talking about wasn't those things!? Also, if they really do appear, you'll have to eat them up for me—!"

The conversation had barely begun when Chang Rong chose the wrong option. Startled by the outburst, Natsume An'an immediately attacked with a pillow, dealing -1 HP damage.

—She drags her uncle to watch horror movies every day, but in reality she's quite timid, An'an.

“【The monster I’m talking about is you】” After being startled by the increased G value and retaining her original voice, An An picked up the sketchbook again.

"【You stole my... my most important friend—】"

"Hey, An'an-chan, you really didn't need to use punctuation marks. I can probably understand the emotions in your writing. Besides, ellipses aren't six periods, lol!!!"

It seems the second dialogue option was also wrong. Natsume An'an, her face flushed, angrily erased the ellipsis from her sketchbook, then pulled out her pillow again and delivered a perfect blow to Chang Rong's head, -1hp.

"[We wish we could kill them all]"

Natsume Anan gritted her teeth and wrote something in her sketchbook, but then paused.

Although Chang Rong really wanted to ask An An, "Have you forgotten how to write words? It's okay, I'm the same way. It's all because of this damn mobile internet!", Chang Rong noticed that Natsume An An's expression was unexpectedly serious at the moment, so he decided to keep his mouth shut and stop hitting the fragile heart of this gloomy, bean sprout-like girl.

After a moment of silence, Natsume Anan tore off the previous piece of paper, crumpled it into a ball and threw it away, then started scribbling again.

"【I really did consider killing you, so Noah would keep playing with me, and Rhea would have more time to listen to my script】"

"I was initially very happy. Here, I didn't have to face the outside world, and no one cared about me. Uncle, Noah, and Leia were all very kind to me."

"【But you monster stole them all away, leaving only the old man to keep us company. Even Noah always nags about you, which we find incredibly annoying.】"

"...So that's how it is."

As Chang Rong watched the sketchbook pages turn one by one, her expression became much more serious and solemn.

No wonder Natsume Anan's progress in becoming a witch suddenly accelerated; it's because she was taking away everything that Natsume Anan knew and trusted.

Although if it were I, Xilingluo, I would definitely scold An An for being too impulsive and selfish - / I can understand to some extent the helplessness of being afraid of things changing around me and being abandoned.

When you presumptuously interfere in Noah and Leah's lives under the guise of "preventing everyone from becoming witches," will An An be standing by, desperately holding up a sign and silently shouting, hoping that you will stop shaking her precious peace and happiness?

"We were all prepared to eliminate the monster, but Noah and I had a falling out."

"【Even though it's clear that I haven't been able to write anything, Noah keeps saying that she can't draw the scenes I want, which is why the stage play script is delayed.】"

"[I wanted to tell Noah that it was all my fault, but Noah suddenly got angry after hearing it. I wanted to make up with Noah, but]—"

"But... I don't know what to do... If it were you, you might know... Damn it, why did I have to ask a 'monster' for help...!"

The fluffy girl put down her pen again, her nose twitching as she tried not to drop her little pearls in front of the 'monster'.

Looking at the bean sprout girl in front of her, who was desperately sniffing and seemed about to exhaust herself and enter a power-saving rest mode, Chang Rong realized something:

Natsume Anan—what a terrifying guy.

Because his friend was bullied, he wanted to kill Huang Mao. Also, because he had a falling out with his friend, he wanted to learn from Huang Mao.

This girl, who refers to herself as "we," is just like the scripts she writes—abstract, divine.

But... it just so happens that the real 'yellow-haired guy' was someone who almost got punched to death on the first morning, but then that night he happily changed the dressings and stitched up the wounds of the 'sunflower criminal' (who had attempted murder), and eventually even became the 'sunflower criminal's' henchman. He was an absolute genius MK.

Isn't that ridiculous?

"An'an, do you know how to make a dog obey? Just stretch out your hand like this, palm up, in a 'put your hand on me' gesture."

"What are you saying... um, like this...?"

Natsume Anan was stunned by Chang Rong's topic, but she still followed the instructions and stretched out her palms, waiting for the dog to put its paws on them.

"That's right, that's right—good boy!"

"Ugh—!?"

Natsume Anan thought that Chang Rong would obediently place her paw on it, but after a long build-up, the white-furred rabbit in front of her instead placed its paw on her hair and started rubbing it.

A warm, itchy, and strange sensation flowed down her hair, even startling An'an, who was about to get angry.

"Although I don't know if An'an is a good child—cough cough cough—I mean, although An'an is definitely a good child, considering Noah's feelings, let's analyze how to make up, shall we?"

After smoothing things over, Chang Rong offered to help.

"..."

"If we can't come up with a better solution, we'll still have to kill you, you monster."

Natsume Anan raised her sketchbook, but this time she seemed to have raised it too high, obscuring her face.

"Hehe, then I must live on!"

Chang Rong's five souls ignited!

"Anyway, An'an, you and Noah had a disagreement because of 'work,' right? So, the best way to resolve this conflict is naturally to handle work in a cool and tacit way, which will naturally make your bond even stronger!"

“【Mmm mmm mmm】”

"An'an, how's the script coming along?"

"【2/50p】"

"48 pages left... Ahaha, uh, it's okay, everything is difficult at the beginning, once you get started, the rest will be much easier."

Chang Rong smiled and comforted An An, who then quietly picked up a new sheet of sketch paper:

"【2 characters/50 pages】"

"...So what about Noah? How's our Noah's progress?" Chang Rong decided to change her approach.

"A total of 10 scene backgrounds and 7 costume designs are needed."

"Noah is truly amazing! He can be a background artist and a costume designer at the same time, he's incredible!"

"【0/17】"

My brain is starting to refuse to understand the meaning of the numbers in An'an's sketchbook. It must be my mid-laner's K/D ratio.

"...Um, may I ask, what's the deadline?"

"【tomorrow】"

"OK, OK, I understand the situation completely. So, my solution is to run away before you even see me again—Pfft!!?"

Chang Rong immediately got up to run away, but was attacked by Natsume An'an with a flying pillow boomerang. -1HP-1HP-1HP

Because of excessive force, her armpit was accidentally pulled, causing Natsume An'an's maximum HP to decrease by 30%.

"I must have been hit on the head by a book to even think of asking you, a monster, for help...! You're completely useless, a piece of trash... a big piece of trash!"

In the end, they still couldn't figure out how to get past the deadline, and Natsume Anan stormed out of the study.

However, aside from the fact that Natsume An could invent TRT2 technology, I don't really believe that Natsume An could break through the death line.

And compared to those minor details—

"Hey, give me my pillow back first!?"

Chang Errong, who was being suffocated by two giant pillows, shouted at Natsume An'an, but the other party did not respond at all and just left while holding the pillow.

Thus, Chang Rong's haul for today: -3 cookies, -1 pillow.

In short, go ask Noah.

No matter what, this place is ultimately a 'graveyard prison' that holds countless witch remains. If the friends can reconcile, it would be better to get back together with Qun Yinliu Yishi Wujiu Siba as soon as possible.

To avoid regretting it for the rest of your life and being talked about for the rest of your life.

Chang Rong got up and left the study to go to the art studio, silently thinking that Arisa Wisteria hadn't gone to pay homage to her idol, Miss Balloon, at this time.

And after Chang Rong left—

"Hey! You devilish rabbit—why did you run away again...Tch, you finally realized how powerful I am, so you're too scared to face me now, huh? Phew, thank goodness you're not here."

Zedu Coco arrived at Chang Rong's study shortly after. Upon discovering that Chang Rong was not home, she immediately switched to a jumpy mode, but then quickly switched to a thorny alert mode. Only after confirming that no monstrous white-haired devil was smiling and approaching her with an instant-refining posture did she breathe a sigh of relief.

"This guy is really busy... huh?"

Sawatari Coco sighed, having come up empty-handed, and prepared to go back. But just before she left, she caught a glimpse of something in the room.

Volume 1: Chapter 70. The Eve of Calm

———Noah's Studio———

[Currently in seclusion working to meet deadlines, please do not disturb.]

"...?"

Chang Rong stood at the door of Noah's Studio, completely bewildered by the sign hanging in front of her.

Is it fair to say that Natsume An'an and my Noah are truly a pair of star-crossed lovers? An'an had just been complaining to me about the deadline problem, and then Noah turned into a deadline warrior.

"Thump thump thump—Wow, this feeling is so novel...I V? 2 bar 〇罒扒?逡!"

After hesitating for a moment, Chang Rong decided to knock on the door, and found the action to be incredibly novel.