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

The contract between Roja and Altasia will be frozen, and the white-haired witch can no longer appear by his side at will, nor can she lend her strength until the golden color fades, or the young man who serves as its carrier collapses and dies .

For this kind of result, Roja had already foreseen it, but even so, looking at the witch on the throne, the boy was still full of guilt for a moment.

"As the last time before parting, the expression of you, Mr. Hero, really embarrasses me."

On the high platform, the white-haired witch stood up gently, her emerald eyes flickered, and there was some displeasure on her face, just like a girl who is having a fight with her lover.

"Abandoning my loyal words and making a choice willfully, you must be the hero. Don't you regret it now?"

"...No, I just feel that something has wronged you."

"..."

Hearing the words of the black-haired boy, Altasia fell silent, while Roja showed an apology on his face.

Regardless of any era, regardless of any race, its king must be proud, just like the giant king Glandar and the holy beast king Petra, although they treat Roja as a contractor with kindness, they are essentially indifferent to other people. is constant, especially against enemies.

The witch clan, compared with other races in ancient times, had a very special status and authority. It was a race that made all living beings fear and fear. Even angels who claimed to be messengers of God did not dare to offend easily. As the king of witches, Altasia , but also has a very high self-esteem.

Being eroded by the power of the kings of other races is undoubtedly a shame for them. However, because of Roja, Altasia gritted her teeth and endured these things, and even took the initiative to resist the angelic king. strength.

On the throne, the white-haired witch's expression calmed down a little after hearing what Roja said. She watched the boy, and the anger in her heart gradually extinguished. After a long time, her eyes turned to one side and said:

"Although I don't agree with the decision that will threaten you, I have to say that your actions have indeed complied with the contract, and are even in line with my wishes."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"contradiction."

On the throne, Altasia showed a rare smile on her face, stretched out a finger and said with bright eyes:

"The contradiction between the body that is going to collapse and the heart that wants to be saved, the so-called conflict between matter and spirit, for me, this is a good observation object, rather, I am looking forward to the result."

"Is that so, should I say that you have not forgotten your original intention?"

The young man who understood Altasia's thoughts smiled helplessly. He was used to being the object of observation of the witch. Looking at the young man below, the slight resentment in the witch's heart finally disappeared, and she gave a warning instead.

"The erosion of Angelification doesn't stop here. It will continue to deepen after me. When you encounter the enemy, the erosion should have reached the final stage. At that time, I am afraid that only Glandar, whose attributes have the most violent conflict with it You can act now, and your enemy is probably not as simple as you imagined."

"......what do you mean?"

"I feel a chaotic atmosphere, full of ominousness, and the results of divination are not optimistic."

Altasia said so with a serious face, and Roja naturally knew what the ominous and divination in the witch's mouth meant.

The king of witches, who was synonymous with disasters in ancient times, could make Altasia feel something ominous, perhaps extraordinary, and the divination of witches is second only to the authority of the goddess of fate.

"Unable to get our help, gradually weakened body, unstable people around us, and a state where they may turn into enemies again at any time, and an old enemy that is approaching unexpectedly, hehe, this is really a hopeless situation, and it even matches the fragments of history. More than anything else.”

"Indeed."

"But even so, you will not escape."

Looking at the calm and slightly helpless young man below, Altasia had a pleasant smile on her face, and she slightly narrowed her eyes, her eyes full of expectation.

"It is indeed a great crime for me to bear this insult, but if I can see a drama that is more interesting than the anger in my heart, then the patience for a moment before the opening is nothing, so Hero, please work hard Give Altasia what she wants."

The small and flexible tongue gently licked his lips, and the white-haired witch rubbed her cheeks and squinted her eyes, revealing an inexplicable desire. Roja was unmoved by this, but his support for the witch came from the heart Give thanks.

"Thank you, you said that, I am really touched."

"Hehe, you need to give something if you want to get something. For extraordinary people, it is the same in ancient times and now. Depression and happiness are equally contradictory. It always makes me face this kind of situation. Your lord hero is really wicked."

"I really always become the bad guy unconsciously."

The black-haired boy raised the corners of his mouth and shook his head, then looked at the witch above, teasingly but seriously asked:

"Then, as a villain, can we get the treasure of the beautiful and noble Lord Altasia before a short farewell?"

"Oh? Is there anything you want?"

"Well, it can be regarded as a prop on the stage."

The smiling Roja whispered the desired spell, and the white-haired witch blinked and slowly raised the corners of her mouth.

"You actually want to give this kind of thing to women. Sure enough, the hero is a bad guy, hehe, but it's very interesting, so leave it to me."

Altasia smiled happily after hearing Roja's request, and after a long time, the Witch King who had completed the commission looked at the boy and said goodbye with a smile.

"Then, Mr. Hero, it's time to leave. After all... the girls outside have almost reached their limit."

"Yes, in order to save the princess, I can only bid farewell temporarily, Your Lady Queen."

"Hehe, it's really a rare title, but I quite like it."

The white-haired witch smiled happily, slightly lowered her head and raised her skirt, and at the same time, everything around the boy began to blur and distort.

"I look forward to the day when we meet again. May you have good luck."

Amidst the witch's heartfelt wishes, the boy smiled and nodded, and the next moment Roja's consciousness fell into darkness and returned to the present world.

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Before dawn, beside the sleeping black-haired boy, Noelle Heathcrest was experiencing unprecedented torture and conflicts.

In the dark room, the girl sitting up wrapped herself tightly in a blanket, covering her body that was constantly emitting light. However, in the pupils, the erosion of the golden light continued, and the spreading divinity squeezed the blue sky. The pupils are also constantly oppressing the girl's personality.

Looking squinting at Roja, who completely trusted himself and fell asleep with his back to the girl, a look of pain flashed in Noelle's eyes. Began to hesitate.