CH 32

“So? Why are you talking with me?” the still-naked Witch of the North says as she proudly puts her hands on her hips.

“Can you put on some clothes first?” Lulurun asked. “I can’t concentrate.”

“Why so?” the Witch of the North said.

“Don’t ask, just do!” Lulurun cried.

“You don’t have to worry about that between women,” the Witch of the North said.

With that said, she wore a thin dress that had been thrown away by her bed, and she wasn’t naked anymore. Well, almost naked. To say it again, she’s almost naked.

The Witch of the North sits on the bed and observes Lulurun seriously.

“It’s no use,” Lulurun said.

The Witch of the North stopped staring at her. “Huh, amazing, I can’t see anything even if I look at you with Observation Magic, it’s the first time this has happened,” she said.

“The magic of this world has no effect on me, like I said earlier, I have a barrier that automatically disables it, and even if you use Observation Magic, you can’t see anything,” Lulurun said.

“I see, this world, huh,” the Witch of the North said.

The Witch of the North seemed to respond strongly to that phrase, it caught her attention and she grinned, it seemed this young woman calling herself a magical girl has just admitted she is an alien.

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This Witch-like person seems rather interesting for the Witch of the North, someone who’s rarely interacted with anyone aside from other Witches like herself.

Intrigued by Lulurun’s insistence, the Witch of the North starts happily speaking to Lulurun.

“So, you seem to be a lot stronger than me, but it feels like you want to do something about me right now? If my magic doesn’t work, I’m just a helpless girl, aren’t I?” the Witch of the North said.

“I’m not going to do anything to you, I just came to talk to you,” Lulurun said.

“Talk? That’s it?” the Witch of the North said.

“Yes, I came to see what kind of people the Witches are,” Lulurun said.

“Seriously?” the Witch of the North said.

“And that is why I wanted to talk to you,” Lulurun said.

The Witch of the North smiles happily. “Did you seriously come to visit a Witch for that reason?” she said.

“Yes,” Lulurun said.

“I see, that’s why you came to see me,” the Witch of the North said.

“Well, yeah,” Lulurun said.

“I’m a Witch,” the Witch of the North said.

“I know, so I came to talk to you,” Lulurun said.

“You’re serious?! www,” the Witch of the North laughs.

Lulurun was a little wary of the implications the Witch of the North was making, but since she now knows Lulurun just came to visit her, Lulurun asks her again:

“I’ll ask you outright, are you evil?”

It’s simple and without unnecessary extras. Depending on her answer, Lulurun may have no choice but to use force.

After a short pause, the Witch of the North answers:

“I don’t understand what makes me evil.”

“If you’re doing it intentionally, using magic to hurt and cause misery for others, that’s evil,” Lulurun said.

“What even is that?” the Witch of the North said. “I’m just using magic for myself.”

“’For myself’? What do you mean?” Lulurun said.

“Huh? The thing is…”

The Witch of the North suddenly seems reluctant to respond and no longer willing to talk, she puts the fingers of her hands together to hide her mouth.

“Can’t you answer the question?” Lulurun said.

“Yeah, I can answer it,” the Witch of the North said.

“Then, answer it!”

“Ma—”

“Ma–?”

“Don’t laugh?”

“What do you mean?”

“If you laugh, I won’t say it,”

“I won’t laugh”

“Honestly?”

“Huh?”

“You’re not going to laugh?”

“I’m not going to laugh.”

“Serious?”

“What?”

“Are you serious?”

“I’m serious”

“You’re not going to laugh?”

“I’m not going to laugh.”

“Absolutely?”

“Absolutely.”

Perhaps she’s surrendered, the Witch of the North awkwardly looks away and speaks.

“I want……”

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“I want?”

“I want.”

“I want?”

“Ma–”

“Ma–?”

“Don’t you dare laugh.”

“I won’t laugh.”

“…… Honest?”

“Ah! Yes! I won’t laugh, so say it already!”

“………”

“………”

A moment of silence raises the tension between the two.

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“Marriage, I want to marriage to a nice man!!”

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“…… Huh?”

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The witch of the North twiddles her index fingers.

“I want to marry a nice man… which is why I was using magic all the time☆.”

She was serious.