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

"Well, that's about enough."

Altasia showed a charming smile as she said this, and she appeared in front of Roja the next moment. The girl picked up the flowers as if asking for credit, and asked proudly:

"Hmph, how is it? This is a dreamy flower unique to my place, isn't it beautiful?"

"Ah."

"That's good. Originally, I was worried that you would hate flowers, so it will be fine as a raw material."

"Raw materials?"

Roja asked doubtfully, and Altasia smiled and nodded in response.

"Yes, it's the raw material."

The witch who said so opened her hands, and the flowers floated into the air and began to intertwine with each other. A moment later, a crown woven with flowers appeared in the woman's hands.

"This is the crown Altasia made for the hero."

"How is it, do you like it?"

The witch tilted her head and asked innocently.

Chapter 3 Altasia's Call ([-]k)

In front of the throne between audiences, the beautiful witch held a wreath and looked at the young man in front of her with a bright smile on her face.

"How about it? How about giving it a try?"

The voice of the witch's persuasion came to his ears, followed by the high desire in Roja's heart. The black-haired boy looked at the corolla in Altasia's hand in a daze, but quickly recovered as the golden pupils lit up. normal.

"No, thank you for your kindness, but I'm not interested."

The face of the waking boy sank slightly, and he watched the witch answer with a sense of crisis in his heart. Altasia pouted when she heard the words, and sighed again after a while.

"I've been collecting it for a long time, don't you think it matches you well? A crown or something."

"...[The crown] is my essence, but not my will."

Saying so, Roja stood up, stepped away from Altasia's throne, watched the witch and said softly:

"Altasia, stop tempting me with these things, I'm not interested in the king."

"...Alas, as expected."

After a moment of silence, the white-haired witch sighed, gently put the corolla on her head, and then leaned forward towards the boy, closing the distance as if about to kiss, forcing Roja to lean up slightly .

"It's distressing, is it because you've seen too much rise and fall? How many years have passed since Shia left, and even we have given up, and you are still clinging to your duties... But never mind, I kind of expected this result.”

Altasia straightened up, as if she had given up using the throne to seduce the black-haired boy, Roja stared at the witch in front of her, and suddenly said:

"Altasia, what is your purpose?"

"The purpose, as I said before, I hope the hero can let that girl be my boarding body..."

"That's not the truth, at least not entirely."

Roja interrupted the witch's words, and said his conclusion lightly. Altasia blinked when she heard the words, tilted her head and asked strangely:

"Huh? Why do you say that?"

"The reason why the witch is called a witch is because I can't understand it with ordinary people's thinking. At first I thought you wanted to be resurrected in the real world, but then I thought about this old-fashioned and boring thing. It's really the name of a witch." Is this the king's desire to exist?"

Under Roja's words and gaze, Altasia was surprised at first, and then gradually raised the corners of her mouth. She listened to Roja's question as if she was enjoying it, and her narrowed eyes were full of joy.

"Is it too hasty to judge based on rumors, and the witch must use tricks? Stereotypes are not good."

"Is it a stereotype? Altasia is right. I think that the image, movement, demeanor, and tone that please men can increase my favorability, so I acted so vividly."

"Hey? Why do you say that? Can't I be a lovable witch?"

"Altasia...you never called me by my name, did you?"

"..."

When Roja asked this question, the white-haired witch was taken aback for a moment, and then the corners of her mouth curled up uncontrollably. Seeing this, Roja said lightly:

"You don't call me by my name, but you always call him Mr. Hero. Actually, it's because you know that I'm talking about a fake name. As for the reason... it's been verified when I said it, right?"

The pupils of the boy staring at the witch shrank slightly, and his tone was as cold as ice.

"What is it used for? A curse? Or some other spell?"

"...Hmm, really, Hero-sama thinks too badly of Altasia, I don't have any curses or anything like that."

Facing Roja's angry gaze, the white-haired witch's cheeks flushed with a faint blush, she pouted as if angry, but said happily:

"I just used the name Roy to try the spell of seeing through the heart, but it didn't work at all."

"See through the heart?"

"That's right, even I can't see through the [Crown]. To me who can always know what other people think, you are like an unknown creature. I have no idea how to deal with this situation. Yet?"

Altasia's temperament changed slightly with her words, and she gradually began to reveal her true nature. Her innocent and cute expression was slightly restrained, and it turned into a rational but excited smile.

"Thanks to the gift of the hero, I have fully experienced what is called a girl's heart. Will it add points if I do this, will such an action be more cute, etc. I have never experienced similar thinking in the past. Pass."

"Does that mean it's all fake?"