"So? You ca here specifically to tell
this??"
After hearing Yvonne's words, the Witch Lady frowned in displeasure.
Though based on her previous 'self-proclamation', she should now be referred to as the Witch.
At the bar counter, sitting next to Yvonne, the Witch was holding a glass, looking at this young lady in love with an exasperated expression.
After hearing Yvonne's words, as if tasting sothing sour, she looked quite disdainful.
The Witch shrank her neck, burying her face in her collar, shaking her head continuously.
Evidently, she had no interest in Yvonne's love story, at most she might clap her hands and offer an insincere congratulatory phrase like 'congratulations'.
"Hmph, you've probably never been in love anyway, Witch. How could you understand my feelings?"
"Hey hey, don't underestimate adults!"
Not revealing each other's nas was a kind of unspoken agreent in the bar.
The Witch would teasingly call Yvonne 'young lady', sotis adding strange adjectives, and Yvonne naturally wouldn't back down verbally either.
Although her relationship with the female protagonist Elsa had progressed from friends to lovers, due to the system, she still had to continue 'bullying'
After her position changed, this point began to make Yvonne increasingly uncomfortable,
Regarding this system... the only clue that might be uncovered was concentrated on this mysterious self-proclaid witch.
But since that divination, the Witch had kept silent about the things Yvonne cared about.
So Yvonne also wondered if she had misunderstood sothing.
Perhaps... that ti really was just a simple divination...
Although sowhat disappointed, still... being able to talk freely with soone like this was a stress-relieving activity that allowed Yvonne to take a breather from the system in this closed other world.
They were just drinking buddies, with no connection outside of this place, so nas weren't necessary.
If the Witch changed out of this witch attire and walked on the street, Yvonne wasn't confident she could recognize her.
But it was thanks to her enlightennt that Yvonne could understand her true inner feelings and embrace her current happiness.
So, this gratitude was genuine.
"I ca specially to thank you this ti, Witch."
Saying this, Yvonne placed a corked bottle of wine on the table, pushing it towards her.
...Even the form of address has beco respectful?
It was evident that this young lady in love was in a truly good mood, even forgetting about the two tis the Witch had run off on her before, even though she had been chasing her for debt repaynt previously.
Won in love have their brains dulled—the Witch recalled this saying, her eyes showing a hint of helplessness.
"What's this?"
She asked this at least, pulling out the cork and sniffing, a rich sweet aroma quickly wafting over.
"It's homade ad that soone gifted. I noticed you seem to enjoy drinking, so I brought it for you."
During the bountiful season, townspeople sotis sent so homade items to the convent,
Of course, according to regulations, drinking was prohibited in the church. The Demon King Fiel seed very interested in the ad, but since she was the Demon King, letting her get drunk could be disastrous, so Yvonne simply decided to transfer this gift.
"Hmm... it slls fragrant, the taste should be good too. I'll accept it without hesitation."
"I'm glad you like it."
Seeing that she accepted without declining, Yvonne imdiately showed a smile.
It was obvious she was in a good mood.
Hmph...
After confirming her relationship with that child, is she this happy?
Looking at the golden-haired young lady before her, whose face couldn't hide her happiness, the Witch couldn't help but feel genuinely happy for her.
But...
Sohow, there was a slight feeling of jealousy.
"Since you brought wine, would you like to try so?"
Here, opening a gift in front of the giver is a form of respect for the gift-giver—there seems to be such a custom.
Moreover, since the gift is wine, of course it should be shared at the drinking table.
"But..."
Yvonne still hesitated.
Regarding drinking, she still maintained a cautious and conservative attitude.
The Witch began her persuasion:
"Although you say you can't drink, this wine isn't intoxicating—I've drunk many different wines, I can tell just by the sll... Trust
on this, okay?"
Saying this, the Witch winked at Yvonne, this habitual gesture similar to a certain soone made Yvonne feel a bit dazed.
Not intoxicating... aning the alcohol content isn't high?
Perhaps she could try.
"...Alright."
Perhaps because she saw the shadow of a similar person, Yvonne chose to trust this Witch whose na and face she didn't know.
Besides, it was the wine she had brought herself, so logically there shouldn't be any problem.
Seeing Yvonne nod in agreent, the Witch poured her half a glass,
"...It's delicious!"
"Right?"
The ad was sweet, with a very gentle sweetness upon entering the mouth, carrying the fresh fragrance of flower honey, surprisingly palatable.
It didn't have the slightly astringent taste impression that traditional alcoholic drinks gave Yvonne.
She couldn't help but take a few more sips.
Although she had lied saying it wasn't intoxicating, this wine actually had quite a kick.
"Witch... there are two of you now... hic."
What poor alcohol tolerance.
The Witch couldn't help but think helplessly.
Even after all these years, this aspect hadn't changed at all.
Looking at the flush appearing on her face, an image of extrely high similarity floated in her mind,
"If possible, have you ever thought about going back to the past?"
She took a sip from her own glass, suddenly bringing up this topic.
"Mmm... why go back when everything's fine?"
Although sowhat drunk, her mind was still relatively clear.
However, under the influence of alcohol, her way of thinking beca more direct, and the thoughts in her mind would be expressed directly.
"Although I've done things I regret, I don't want to change the past..."
"Oh? Why is that?"
"Because... if I changed the past, wouldn't so things in the present possibly disappear?"
She pondered for a mont before saying,
"For example... if I hadn't touched that aphrodisiac potion, I wouldn't have t you, Witch, right?"
eting her... was actually such a happy thing for her?
These words touched her slightly, and the sense of guilt in her heart deepened even more.
"...Have you ever considered a situation,"
"Mmm... what?"
"That is—what you have now is because your future self went back to the past and changed things."
"What kind of sophistry is this, a ti paradox?... Here, pour
so more."
She seed to disregard it, holding out her now empty glass, aning she wanted more.
...If she drinks any more, she'll really get drunk.
But actually, this was exactly what she wanted. Although it was sowhat malicious, she had co today specifically to get her drunk.
Thinking this, the Witch no longer hesitated and poured the last bit of ad for her, subtly ending the previous topic:
"By the way... this should be the last ti we et."
"Huh?? Witch... are you leaving Capella?"
"Yes, to be precise, I'm going back to where I'm supposed to exist."
"Going ho... that's good."
Propping her chin with her hand, her expression suddenly beca sowhat lancholic.
"But if that's the case... I feel like I'll miss you a bit, Witch..."
Saying this, she began to cry.
"Wah... Although the Witch is a weirdo... you're also a... friend who's willing to listen to ."
"Yes, I'm very happy to have t you too."
Being able to see her again, I'm truly happy.
"Can't I write you letters or sothing?" she asked pitifully with red eyes,
"I'm afraid not."
"I see... after all, you won't even tell
your na..."
She mumbled as she lay down, her beautiful golden hair scattered on the dirty wooden table stained with alcohol, making the Witch frown,
Then, she suddenly raised her head as if rembering sothing:
"Witch, still can't let
see your face?"
"No, no~ Isn't a 'witch' supposed to maintain an air of mystery?"
The Witch said with her hands spread, sotis she would joke like this,
"Letting
see won't hurt you, hehe... I've found a weak point!"
She reached out trying to pull down the Witch's collar, but these swaying attacks were all dodged by her sober opponent.
"Everyone has their little secrets... don't they?"
She said with a bitter smile, easily grasping Yvonne's wrist and pulling the defenseless Yvonne into her embrace,
The ti had co, it was ti to act.
Cutting off the last hesitation in her heart, she extended her finger, subtly tapping lightly on Yvonne's brow.
"...!"
In just an instant, consciousness was snatched away,
Her body went limp against the Witch.
"...I'm sorry, Evie."
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