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

The seductive tea scent lingers on the nose, and the soft seat makes people not want to get up. When Roja opened his eyes again, there was a dazzling array of refreshments in front of him, and the witch holding a teacup across the table, just with the front. The difference between the two times is that this time Artasia is much more well-behaved.

She didn't tempt Roja to do anything, and she didn't let him appear in a strange position, just greeted him with a faint smile at the peaceful tea table.

"Good evening, Lord Hero."

"Well, good evening."

Looking at the night outside the window, Roja calmly greeted him, then picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea.

The third time we met, Roja's mood was very stable. After experiencing various crises, the young man became calmer in the emergency, but it was this unusual calmness that made the witch lady across the table puzzled.

Artasia looked at the calm boy, hesitated for a moment, raised her eyes, and said cautiously:

"It really surprised me. I thought I would be murdered when I saw you this time."

"Huh? Why?"

"Because... the skills I gave you didn't work, aren't you angry?"

"... angry?"

Hearing Artasia's words, the black-haired boy paused for a moment, then nodded slightly.

"There will be, but only to myself."

"Hey? Himself? Why?"

Looking at Artasia with wide-eyed red eyes, Roja put down the teacup and said lightly:

"You are a witch, a fickle and incomprehensible representative. It is absurd to use the skills you gave as a life-saving straw, and that skills are not autonomous abilities, but similar to summoning, so the person who summoned them refused. It's also one of the possible outcomes, after all that's your right."

"After all, you never once said that you were my companion."

Roja raised his eyes and looked indifferently at the white-haired witch on the opposite side. Artasia pursed her lips when she saw this, showing a somewhat aggrieved expression.

"Master Hero, do you see me as an enemy?"

"No, it's not hostility, it's just distrust, or jumping out of a fixed mindset. I was really too lazy before."

The black-haired boy sighed as he said that, recalling what Priest had said to him.

After experiencing two crises of historical fragments, although Roja still believes that the dangers of historical fragments should be taken seriously, in fact, contempt has arisen unconsciously in his heart, which is the arrogance in Priest's eyes.

Ancient existences are bound to be encountered in historical fragments, but will these ancient gods definitely help him? No one can guarantee this.

Especially this time, the king of witches, Artasia, was not the result of matching with Roja, and coupled with the capriciousness of the witch itself, it is normal for something to happen at a special moment.

"From the moment I resonated with Lilian-senpai and learned that she is also from the Akate family's blood, I became dependent on me, lost my sense of tension, and subconsciously wanted to share my burden with her, causing As a result, senpai almost died trying to save me."

"You didn't show up at that time. It can be said that it shattered the illusion in my heart and allowed me to be down-to-earth again. From this point of view, I should thank you."

Roja looked at the white-haired woman in front of him and said so, the golden pupils did not contain any deception, but when he heard these words, Artasia was stunned. After a long time, the body of the Witch King gradually trembled, and then he couldn't. Suppressed he laughed.

"Haha, haha, we really got along very well, Lord Hero, yes, there is indeed a contradiction between the heart of dependence and the test your family has experienced, but this is not what I did on purpose. You understand me."

"Altacia is not such a bad witch. I didn't show up just because I was summoned by your state at the time, and I couldn't solve the problem, but it would kill you."

The white-haired witch stroked her cheek with her hand, looked at the young man opposite her, squinted her eyes and said intoxicated:

"I like Lord Hero very much, so please don't doubt it."

"Like it? Do you mean my pain and lament when I'm at the center of a conflict?"

"Oh, don't ask that, isn't it like asking me to say what I like about Hero-sama? It's a bad idea."

Artassia cupped her cheeks and said this as if shyly, but the next moment she showed a smile full of joy.

"Although I like those too, I still hope that the hero can overcome these. After all, isn't your family such a contradiction? Whether it is inner entanglement and hesitation, or outer conflict and danger, these are like curses. The things that will always accompany you, and the hero is a typical example."

"I said that we get along well. This sentence is not a lie but a fact. I am actually compatible with the hero, but it is only in the witch."

Artasia smiled happily, while Roja raised her eyebrows slightly.

"I see, so it seems that witches are really a group of bad characters."

"Really, when you say something like this again, you're saying that she's not a bad woman anymore."

"Is that so? If you're not a bad woman, you should know why I'm here this time."

Looking at the witch king who was pouting slightly with dissatisfaction, the black-haired boy asked with a serious face, Al

Tacia stopped when she heard the words, blinked and raised the corners of her mouth.

"Hehe, indeed, you can't stand in front of the enemy without reaching source level 3, so..."

The white-haired witch said so, biting the corner of her mouth, she stuck out her tongue and smeared blood on her lips, picked up the teacup and sipped it lightly, leaving a blood-colored lip print on the edge, and then handed it to Roja.

"Just drink it along this trace. This is the blood of the witch. I don't know what will happen if I ingest it too much."

"..."

Looking at the smiling Artasia, the black-haired boy calmly drank the remaining half cup of tea, and the witch blushed slightly when she saw this.

"How about it?"

"what?"

"The smell of my blood and kisses."

"..."

Roja, who heard the ambiguous question, silently returned the cup and refused to answer. Artasia puffed up in anger at this, and then continued:

"This is also my first time, it's also the bloodshed for others, and this kind of behavior you call indirect kissing, don't you think you should say something?"

"I just don't think it's something that can be judged, whether it's a lady's blood or a kiss."

"!"

The unexpected answer came into Artasia's ears, and Miss Witch stared at Roja with wide eyes, then she lowered her head shyly and wrapped her hair with her fingers.

"By the way, it's just that it's not over yet. To make it work, you need a catalyst."

"catalyst?"

"Well, ask the child who came with you for a little blood, a few drops are enough, drink it when you want to start it, but I have to remind you in advance that it hurts."

Artasia, who seemed to be kindly reminded, said so, but the words were extremely suspicious in Roja's ears. Feeling the suspicious eyes of the boy, the witch explained helplessly:

"I'm a witch, how can there be so many ways to help people? My blood is actually just a bridge, allowing you to temporarily reach the level of a child with the same bloodline. Other people's blood will not work, and pain is inevitable. ."

Hearing the witch's explanation, Roja, who had been thinking for a long time without an alternative, could only nod in agreement, and the wound on the corner of Artasia's mouth healed in an instant, and then looked at Roja's dissatisfaction and complained.

"Sir Hero is really, don't pity others at all, Artasia is about to become a convenient woman who is arbitrarily asked by you."

"Any request? No, I'll pay for it."

"remuneration?"

"good."

Facing the doubtful witch, the black-haired boy looked serious. He stared at Artasia's dark eyes and said earnestly as he promised:

"Altacia, I will definitely take you out of this world."

"!"

Looking at the boy's pupils shining in the candlelight, the white-haired witch lost her words for a while. She opened her mouth to say something, but she couldn't think of what to say for a while. After a while, she could only turn her head and hide. Cairoyan's glowing eyes.

"...It's not over yet, so let's just say that at such a time? What if I miss my appointment again?"

"Then I can only accompany you in the world after death."

"!"

Hearing Roja's answer, Artasia suddenly widened her pupils. She turned her head and stared at the man in front of her, and her face was flushed when she turned her face away again.

"...The hero has a bad personality, right? Use such words to deceive me. What if I get moved?"

"I haven't finished my words yet, let's not mention the survival, even if it is death, I will definitely not hand over the senior to you."

"...Hmph, so that's really important, your senpai."

The witch who heard the names of other women looked at and said dissatisfiedly. After thinking for a while, Artasia looked at Roja and said:

"But I have to remind you of one thing, that skill actually no one has succeeded except her, and your idea was paradoxical from the beginning."

"...Maybe it is, but this is my problem. Waiting is sometimes an expectation, isn't it?"

Roja, who accepted Artasia's reminder, spoke with a confident smile, while the white-haired witch was stunned for a moment, and suddenly laughed after a while.

"So that's the case, it seems that you already have an idea, hehe, I'm really looking forward to it."

The witch with her hands folded became excited and raised the corners of her mouth:

"Then let me make a promise too... If you sacrifice that child, I will definitely appear, and I will definitely bring you victory."

"Huh? The witch's promise?"

"Yes, it's the witch's promise. If you break it, even I will pay a terrible price."

Artasia said so, her eyes glowing in Roja's blurred vision:

"Then let me see what you will do."

After the words full of expectations, the boy's consciousness returned.