Could today really be my end?
Damn it, I’ve gotten way too complacent over the past few months… and now that woman Roseithe has actually succeeded!
Lanafit screamed and raged in her heart, but clearly, it was all in vain.
Because at this moment, Lanafit was like a puppet whose strings had been cut, gently carried by Roseithe toward the bed.
As her chastity teetered on the edge of crisis, Lanafit’s mind was overwhelmed with thoughts—like the 33rd Witch, who ended up so traumatized by Roseithe’s “games” that she shut herself away.
Would she, too, end up like that?
All sorts of ominous thoughts raced through Lanafit’s head, but no matter how she struggled, she was like a mouse beneath a cat’s paw—utterly incapable of escaping her fate.
When her body finally touched the soft bed, Lanafit felt true despair.
At that point, Roseithe had already lain down behind her, her pale arms gently wrapping around Lanafit.
Lanafit knew exactly what was coming next.
Just wait, Roseithe.
Once I’m free again, I swear I’m shoving your head in a toilet!
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“Huh?”
But after five or six minutes had passed, Lanafit—whose clothes were still perfectly intact—let out a confused noise.
What’s going on?
That’s it?
Ever since Roseithe carried her to the bed and lay beside her, she hadn’t done anything else.
Lanafit was completely baffled.
She turned over, trying to see what Roseithe was plotting.
And as soon as she flipped around, she saw Roseithe lying there with a smile on her face, her purple eyes staring at her without blinking.
Honestly, seeing such a gorgeous woman lying beside her made Lanafit’s heart flutter for a second—but as soon as she remembered what kind of person this was, the feeling disappeared completely.
“Y-y-you, what are you trying to do…?”
She tried to scoot back, wary and tense, but couldn’t escape Roseithe’s embrace.
Lanafit could only glare at her, trying to threaten her with an aggressive stare.
But this just made Roseithe chuckle—“Pfft!”—and even such a small reaction was enough to startle the already anxious Lanafit.
“Lanafit-chan, relax. I’m not going to do anything.”
“Like hell I believe you! Do you think I don’t know what you’re like?”
Lanafit shot back instantly, not even bothering to think about it.
“There’s already Golia’s example on Sky Archipelago for that.”
“Ah… well…” Roseithe’s smile faltered a bit as her past came up, but she still tried to explain: “That was… different. I really won’t do anything this time. I just thought you wouldn’t want to sit down and talk with me calmly, so I used… this method.”
“So your idea of ‘calmly talking’ involves paralyzing me with magic, freezing the room, dragging me into bed, and holding me like this? Then what’s your left hand doing on my butt?”
“Ahaha… couldn’t help myself for a second.”
Faced with Lanafit’s sharp words and her own moment of weakness, Roseithe could only give an awkward laugh and withdraw her hand.
At this point, Lanafit more or less believed her.
Aside from the wandering hand earlier, Roseithe really hadn’t done anything else—and especially not with those eyes.
The usual lecherous glint was completely gone.
Well… not completely.
There was still a faint hint of mischievous desire.
“Don’t worry. This magic seal will wear off by morning. If I didn’t restrain you like this, you’d definitely try to escape or fight back.”
What she said was… true. Lanafit accepted it—halfway.
“So? What did you want to talk about?”
Since they were going to talk, Lanafit didn’t waste time and got straight to the point.
But the moment the question left her lips, Roseithe’s gaze changed again.
At first, it was like she was analyzing her.
Then that look turned into concern, and finally, she spoke.
“…Lanafit-chan, you didn’t follow the Demon God’s will, did you?”
“!!!”
At those words, Lanafit’s eyes went wide, her stare now full of panic.
“H-how do you know that?”
After all, that was the very reason she didn’t want to—and didn’t dare—return to Sky Archipelago.
Could it be… as her guide, Roseithe also received the Demon God’s will?
Was that voice directing her to supervise Lanafit, to ensure she slaughtered everyone in Stat Village?
That uneasy thought crept into Lanafit’s heart as she looked to Roseithe, hoping for an answer.
But Roseithe shook her head.
“I don’t know. It’s just… back in the bath, when I asked you why you hadn’t returned home for so long, your reaction told me everything.”
“…”
Lanafit didn’t respond.
Knowing that Roseithe hadn’t been sent by the Demon God to monitor her was a huge relief.
But even so, she still worried—What would Roseithe think if she found out about the will the Demon God gave her?
And worse—If Sister Anthera found out too, what would she do?
She would definitely try to persuade her to obey the will.
Anthera’s words always carried weight—so convincing, so full of reason.
If it came down to it… would she actually give in to her arguments and bring down so-called divine punishment on that broken little village?
Lanafit didn’t dare imagine it.
But then, Roseithe gently took hold of her tense, clenched hand and spoke softly:
“I know… you’re worried what Sister Anthera would do if she found out. So how about this—we make a promise. You tell me everything, and I won’t tell her. Is that okay?”
Lanafit looked into Roseithe’s eyes, which were filled with sincere honesty.
It made it hard to keep looking.
She hesitated, debating whether or not to tell her.
In the end… she nodded.
And began to quietly recount everything that had happened in Stat Village.
By the time she finished, Roseithe’s eyes were filled with emotion.
She suddenly pulled Lanafit into a tight embrace.
Her face was smushed into Roseithe’s soft chest, making it hard to breathe.
Lanafit struggled for a while before managing to stick her head out again.
“Roseithe, what are you doing?!”
She looked up to see Roseithe gently stroking her hair.
“You must have suffered a lot when making that decision, didn’t you? I understand.”
Those tender words flowed into Lanafit’s heart like a warm current.
Her resistance faded.
For the first time in months, the crushing pressure of the Demon God’s will felt like it was lifting.
The two of them stayed in that embrace for a long time, without saying a word.
Eventually, Lanafit started to feel embarrassed being wrapped in Roseithe’s arms and began to squirm her way out.
Seeing Lanafit’s blushing face, Roseithe immediately guessed what was on her mind—and couldn’t resist teasing her again.
“Aww~ Lanafit-chan, there’s no need to be so shy. You can cuddle with me all night long if you want.”
Then, with a dramatic sigh of regret, she added:
“I never imagined that someone as proud and strong-willed as Lanafit-chan would curl up so sweetly in my arms… Ahh~ It’s so beautiful. And yet—because of the promise I made tonight, I couldn’t make a move. What a waste of such a perfect opportunity…”
“…Heh. Right. It’s so impressive how well you keep your promises.”
Lanafit shot her a glare, but Roseithe’s ridiculousness at least helped dispel the earlier awkwardness.
Still, the issue of the Demon God’s will weighed on her again, and she hesitated before speaking up.
“…About the Demon God’s will… Sister Anthera…”
“Don’t worry. I won’t tell her. I respect your decision, Lanafit-chan. However—”
Roseithe’s playful smile faded, her expression turning serious as she met Lanafit’s gaze.
“I do hope you think about it more. After all, we are now the guardians of order. You’re no longer just human—you’re a Witch. And none of us truly know what the consequences will be… if you defy the will of the Demon God.”
Her tone was calm but firm, and Lanafit took her words to heart.
She nodded.
“I understand, Roseithe. I’ll think it through.”
But no matter how much she considered it—Lanafit knew, deep down, she could never go through with it.
To personally slaughter dozens of innocent people?
She just couldn’t do it.
Maybe she was being hypocritical—after all, she had created the Demon King, and the bloodshed he would one day cause would be far greater than just a few dozen lives.
But even so… she couldn’t do it.
The kind old village chief who treated her with such respect.
The mature and thoughtful little Annie.
The female hunter who had just discovered love.
Stat Village had fewer than a hundred people.
Lanafit didn’t know every one of them by name, but their faces—those lives—flashed vividly through her mind.
Each one of them had their own joys and sorrows, their own lives and stories.
Their lives should belong to them.
Asking her to kill them all?
She couldn’t do it.
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That night, for the first time ever, Lanafit truly accepted Roseithe.
She fell asleep in her arms, thinking: This woman… maybe she’s not all bad.
Maybe I don’t need to keep guarding against her so much.
After all, it kind of hurts her feelings.
But the next morning—
Seeing her clothes in disarray… feeling Roseithe wrapped around her like an octopus, hands wandering everywhere even in her sleep…
Lanafit immediately threw that idea out the window.