Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End

"However, it's been quite a long time for the first meeting, and I even made a date, so I had a good time."

"Why did you ask me on a date?"

"Ok?"

"A date like this is not just because I can bring you out of death, is it? Is the witch a kind old person who will repay you before she has done her favor?"

Under Altasia's surprised eyes, the black-haired boy turned his head to look at the witch and asked, his golden pupils were rational and calm.

The fragrance of flowers filled the nostrils. Altasia's skin and white hair seemed to be shining against the dark dress. The two looked at each other. After a long time, the corners of the witch's mouth curled up, and the akane pupils narrowed.

"Of course not, how could there be such a person among the witches?"

Altasia got up, and the delicate and cute face that had always been on her face faded slightly. Facing Roja's question for the first time, she showed a happy smile like a witch with a deep meaning.

"The reason for dating you is simple, because you are the only existence qualified to walk side by side with me."

"..."

Roja's pupils shrank slightly when he heard the unexpected answer, and Altasia smiled, and then suddenly said as if he had taken the topic:

"Ah, by the way, there is one more thing I've been wanting to let others try."

"Ok?"

"Hmph, what do you think it is?"

A smirk appeared on Altasia's face, before Roja could answer, she stretched out her hand and snapped her fingers. The next moment, the boy's gaze changed, and when he reappeared, he was already on the throne in the middle of the sea of ​​flowers.

"!"

"How is it? The line of sight here is very wide."

The sudden change of position made Roja's eyes widen, and Altasia's voice came to his ears. The boy turned his head and saw the smiling witch standing beside the throne.

"I watch everything from here, so I always want others to experience this feeling, but the things I have used can't be handed over to others easily, but it doesn't matter what you say, how about it, do you like it? ?”

"..."

Looking at the witch with Qiao Xiaoyan's eyes full of expectation, Roja didn't know how to answer for a while, Altasia stretched out her finger and exclaimed, as if thinking of something.

"Ah, by the way, no one can stand next to the throne. I made a mistake."

Touching her cheek shyly, the white-haired girl disappeared out of thin air the next moment, and reappeared under the high platform.

"In terms of my position, it should be here, hmm—"

Looking around with a face full of freshness, Altasia turned her head to look at Roja above, raised the corner of her mouth and raised her skirt to salute.

The moment the Witch King bowed his head obediently, an inexplicable feeling began to grow in Roja's heart. It was a feeling mixed with a sense of superiority, power, and desire to control. It's the feeling of being omnipotent, wanting to control everything.

"Sure enough, there are still people below, how about it? If you look there, the people below are very small, right?"

"......Yes."

Roja, whose golden pupils lighted up slightly, hesitated for a moment and nodded lightly. Altasia, who was below, blinked and smiled brighter.

"...Does Hero want to be king?"

"what?"

"I'm already tired of that place, but Mr. Hero hasn't sat there yet."

"No, I don't have that plan..."

After recovering, Roja resolutely denied it, but the girl's voice rang in his ears the next moment.

"But, I'm very happy."

"!"

The black-haired boy turned his head violently with a beating heart, and saw the gentle and understanding face of Altasia who came to him at some time.

"Happy things, it's normal to like it, it's normal to want to do it, it's okay if it's the hero who brought Altasia away from death."

"what?"

"I can help you realize this wish in reality, not only that, but also other things, emotional desires, physical desires, I can satisfy them, but...need some conditions."

"condition?"

The black-haired boy asked back blankly, and Altasia nodded with a smile on her face, and said lightly:

"The girl who came with you, I need her to be my host for a little bit."

"!"

"Oh, don't stare at me with such a scary expression."

Altasia, who was glared at by Roja for the first time since getting along, showed a bit difficult expression, and said with some grievances:

"Helping you in reality will definitely require a body. I can promise not to harm her soul."

"impossible!"

"..."

Under Roja's categorical refusal, the white-haired woman fell into silence. She pouted first, and then sighed.