Shirou, who returned from the Fairy Kingdom

Shirou misunderstood from the very beginning.

Because Yuzhu had already gotten what she really wanted from him long ago.

Yuzu never dared to hope that Shirou could become her possession.

Possessiveness is present.

As a witch, Arisu possesses a stronger possessiveness and jealousy than anyone else.

But for Shirou, it doesn't matter if I have to give up those mundane things; it's something I'm willing to do anything to get—

That was something more precious than romantic love between a man and a woman, something the witch longed for... a "place to live".

But just now, Yuzhu destroyed all of that with her own hands.

Driven by ugly desires, she murdered the only person in the world who understood her and cherished her most.

Shirou was still thinking about his own things until the very end, but she killed her with her own hands.

"--------ah."

At the moment Shirou breathed his last, something "revived" in Arisa's mind.

That is... a memory.

Memories that don't belong to you.

Memories from the future.

The most precious treasure (memory) for Shirou is the week he spent living in the mansion with someone.

The selfish witch murdered the boy and took all those memories for herself.

"Ahhh, ahhhh... ahh ...

Kuonji Yuzu finally broke down, hugging Shirou.

Deep within the forest of no return that she had created, she wept bitterly.

"No...no...no no no no no...! Amamiya-kun, waah!"

Tears streamed down the boy's face.

"I was wrong... I'm sorry... Waaah, I shouldn't have been so willful... I shouldn't have tried to get your attention this way...!"

The witch cried loudly while forcing a fawning smile at the boy with his eyes closed.

“Let’s go back, Amamiya-kun… I’ll make you some black tea, and let’s have some snacks together…”

The boy showed no reaction, which only fueled the girl's agitation.

"Why did this happen...no..."

She dug her slender fingers into the boy's back as she spoke.

"Don't sleep... Amamiya-kun... This isn't a place to sleep... Waaah, Amamiya-kun..."

No matter how much she cried or begged, she received no response. Finally, she realized a fact.

Shirou no longer pays attention to him.

This time it's for real; no matter how much she throws a tantrum, Shirou won't pay any attention to her anymore.

I can no longer spend quiet afternoons with him.

I can no longer look forward to the dinners he prepares.

She can no longer talk to Shirou, and she can no longer act cute with Shirou.

The seemingly insignificant and mundane daily life that once seemed so trivial is gone forever.

"Gurgle...!"

Kuonji Yuju experienced firsthand what it truly meant to be heartbroken in the literal sense.

My chest hurts so much, it really hurts.

It was as if the finger had pierced not Shirou's heart, but his own.

Shirou must have been in even more pain than I was before he died...

Despite giving her heart, she was cruelly trampled on by the unromantic witch.

Again and again, again and again.

Hehe... Thinking of this, the girl smiled.

"Hehehe, hahaha, ahahahahahahahaha! Aha ...

She tilted her head back and laughed maniacally, mocking herself.

After laughing for an unknown amount of time, Yuzhu gently placed the boy's body back on the ground.

"Amamiya-kun... I'm sorry! Amamiya-kun... I'm sorry! Amamiya-kun... I'm sorry!"

Yuju lay on Shirou's body and started crying again.

She cried and apologized, pleading as she apologized.

"I was wrong... I was really wrong... I'm sorry... Please, Amamiya-kun... Didn't you say you wanted to stay by my side forever...? So don't leave me, don't die... Please..."

The witch's cherry blossom-colored lips kept uttering illogical words.

She pressed her body as close to Shirou as possible, but what she felt was even more terrifying—

Shirou's body had already gone cold.

Because of the staggering blood loss, his body became both cold and stiff in just a short time.

This fact terrified Yuzhu.

"How could it be...so cold...Oh no, I'll catch a cold if this keeps up...Amamiya-kun!"

The witch took off her thick black coat.

She covered Shirou with the woolen coat and hugged him even tighter.

"Are you feeling any better, Amamiya-kun? Has it gotten any warmer?"

It was late December, and snow had already begun to fall. Yuzhu was only wearing a thin black cardigan.

The cold mountain air made the girl's skin turn red, but she didn't seem to care.

"Do you remember? When I fell asleep in the front hall before, you secretly fixed the heater for me..."

I felt so warm at that moment... It was a warmth I had never experienced before, even in my dreams..."

"…………but."

Ayumi's tears kept falling onto Shirou's face.

"After I woke up, I went to the living room and scolded you... saying you did something unnecessary..."

I told you you were doing this to please me... that your behavior was blatant and disgusting...

Waaah... I'm sorry... That wasn't what I really meant... I'm so sorry..."

Starting with repairing the heater, Yu-joo begins to recount the regrets buried deep in her heart.

He hurt Shirou time and time again with his words.

She even felt a faint sense of pleasure when she saw Shirou lower his head in dejection.

She is an utterly hopeless and hateful woman.

Of course, Shirou could never fall for a woman like that.

Ultimately, she felt she was simply not worthy of his gentleness.

"But even so... you still don't want to hate me, you still don't want to abandon me... Waaah... Waaah."

Yuju nestled against Shirou, her sobs gradually fading away.

Suddenly, a commotion arose not far away.

"………………ah."

A blond werewolf boy appeared, and upon seeing the tragedy before him, he wore a shocked expression.

"Shirou...? Oh! How did you die!?"

He shouted anxiously as he rushed towards them.

"Big sister! What have you done! Shirou, let me give you a CPR..."

Yuzhu quietly raised her upper body and stretched out one hand.

"...Don't get in my way."

Suddenly, a large black hole appeared beneath Beowulf's feet.

"Wa ...

The next second, he fell into the abyss.

The forest fell silent.

Kuonji Yuju looked at the boy in her arms again and intertwined her fingers with his.

The accident just now cleared her mind a little.

Sadness, regret, and despair still tormented the girl's heart.

However... amidst endless suffering, a certain will arose within the pearl.

"I won't let you die."

Kuonji Aratsu raised Shirou's stiff arm and gently placed it on her cheek.

"I will absolutely not let you die."

"Even if it costs me my soul, I will let you live."

The girl's dark eyes revealed an absolute will.

"The Resurrection of the Dead"

This is a miracle that surpasses the five great magics.

Since the dawn of life on this planet, there has never been a precedent of the dead being resurrected.

No, actually there is.

The only example.

With nearly three billion followers, he is hailed as the saint, savior, and son of God of the world's largest religion, and once performed the miracle of "resurrection" in front of the masses only once.

The so-called resurrection of the dead is about making oneself a supernatural being almost equivalent to that.

Magician.

The number one magician.

The first and oldest magician.

The magician who "changed everything".

—A witch named "Yumina".

If Shirou is to be resurrected, Kuonji Aratsume must become that kind of being.

As the last "Mainster", she actually had that right.

Yuju Kuonji, known as "the first fragment," lacked only enlightenment.

But that is now in the past.

What she lacks least now is enlightenment—the enlightenment to completely say goodbye to her human self.

"Amamiya-kun".

The witch touched her cheek with the boy's cold hand.

If it could restore warmth to his hands, Yu-joo would do anything.

Kuonji Aryu opened her slender palm, and a delicate little bottle containing a suspicious green liquid appeared in her palm.

This is one of the fairy tale monsters (Ploy) she inherited from her mother.