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

Roja Arkat doesn't know how long he hasn't felt this way.

It was the hazy feeling of being guided in sleep, as if the pilgrims were about to meet their gods, their minds were numb as if they were protected by this guidance, and their physical responses seemed to be blocked.

Exhaustion is like an iceberg in the sea, most of it is hidden under the water, leaving only a negligible part in Roja's heart.

If the only thing that could arouse his dull emotions and surprise him a little was the unprecedented circumstances.

street.

It was not the blood-colored plains at the time of Gurandal, nor the valley surrounded by Petra's body, but the holy white, spacious and bright royal road like welcoming a victorious returning king, a purely man-made creation.

This is completely different from the pilgrimage of the past, which made Roja's remaining thoughts jump, but this did not affect the guidance. The black-haired boy walked on the road that seemed to emit a faint white light in the sun, heading towards the majestic and huge palace. keep going.

The fluttering flags, the towering towers, and the scarlet-golden patterned carpets show nobility and glory. The layers of the city gates are majestic and majestic.

Roja never thought that the existence of this meeting would actually live in a place like the kingdom of God in people's fantasy. After all, the environment of the ancient gods who followed him had never shown him any traces of ancient civilization.

In the numbness, Roja walked through the long corridor and came to a gate. The black-haired teenager stopped in front of the gate for the first time, and his brain reflexively knew where it was.

between audiences.

This is the core of the whole building and where the gods are.

In the empty palace, no one signed up to open the door for him, but the gorgeous and heavy door opened naturally amid the rumbling sound.

A ray of light revealed from the crack of the door inside the palace gradually expanded from the center of Roja's eyebrows to both sides. At the same time, the solemn and classical music began to sound, and the top of the hall suddenly lit up and dropped golden powder-like powder, which flew to the ground and slammed. It turned into a flower.

In the center of the golden rain and the sea of ​​flowers, sitting on the throne of the high platform as if sleeping, a white-haired woman, about seventeen or eighteen years old, her skin that can be broken by a bullet is like white jade but not bloody, and her lips are vermilion red. Small and cute without makeup, her slender body looks delicate in a corset dress, and her long eyelashes cast beautiful curved shadows on the eyelids.

Maybe it was woken up by the music, maybe it was sensing that someone was coming, the woman's eyelids trembled slightly, and slowly opened after a while, and when the bright pupils were exposed, Roja also suddenly woke up.

"!"

The black-haired boy trembled, looked up at the high platform carefully, and the white-haired woman seemed to be still in a trance, but when the red-haired eyes touched Roja's line of sight, Roja was surprised on his face. , showing a familiar and warm smile.

"Finally, we meet."

"You are......"

"My name is Artasia, I'm the Witch King."

"!"

The white-haired woman stretched out her fingers as she spoke, as if she was explaining the essential knowledge to the teacher, but Roja's eyes widened when he heard this.

Witch, this word is not a joke in Shia, it is not a derogatory term for the women who were burned to death by false accusations in Roja's previous life, but a group that does exist.

The number of witches is too small, and they do not like to live together, so they cannot be called clans, but they have a considerable position in the ancient times, but compared with other powerful clans, they are not welcomed by humans.

In various existing myths, their images are basically old witches who look like human beings and ghosts, or they are not humanoids at all. They are considered to be the incarnation of disasters, and human beings cannot understand the existence. This group should have no king. It's alright, and when you come up, you should give your name and introduce yourself first? When did the gods...

"When did the gods talk so well, do you think so?"

"Hey?"

The golden pupils of the young man who was suddenly rereading the words in his heart suddenly shrank, Artasia smiled smugly at this, and then looked at Roja stretched out his fingers and twisted his hair a little troubled.

"It's too much. It's nothing to introduce yourself. It's obvious that you are also a special existence. It's not good to look at people with tinted glasses."

"No, I, I just..."

"It's okay, no need to explain and apologize, my air is not that small, and if it is a hero, I forgive me."

Before Roja could finish explaining, Artasia snapped her fingers and smiled, Akane's pupils looked at Roja, the corners of her mouth twitched cutely, while Roja, who was opposite, was full of confusion.

"Master hero?"

"Yes, the hero who freed Artasia from eternal death."

The white-haired woman said so, with longing and tenderness in her eyes, she asked softly:

"So, tell me, the hero who came to save me, your name."

"My name, Luo..."

【Don't tell her! 】

"!"

The moment the black-haired boy was about to say his name, Petra's anxious voice suddenly echoed in his ears, but it disappeared in an instant.

The fleeting warning words made Roja's body froze, and the white-haired woman blinked at the boy who suddenly lost his words and remained motionless,

Just as she was about to ask a question, Roja had returned to normal.

"...Roy, my name is Roy."

"Huh? Roy? Well, nice name."

Artasia raised the corner of her mouth and smiled, then stood up from the throne and said something that made Roja dumbfounded.

"Then, the introduction of the encounter is over, and it's time for a date that is familiar to each other."

"Dating?"

"That's right, for the hero who came to rescue Artasia, it is natural to give thanks and rewards. Isn't it written in the storybook? The knight who defeated the dragon reaps treasure, and the priest who protects the princess earns love. It's all due."

"No, but I haven't experienced any difficulties, and I'm not the one you chose by yourself."

Roja seemed to be a little embarrassed to say this after listening to Artasia's words. The white-haired witch was stunned when she heard the words, and then she seemed to be dissatisfied with her mouth, and there was some imperceptible shyness on her face.

"This, this kind of thing, the important thing is the result, motives, suffering, etc., isn't it meaningless if you can't save the princess? And isn't it necessary as a familiar step for the first meeting?"

"Sorry, Your Majesty Artasia, I was stupid."

"Really, don't call it so formal at this time, just call me Artasia."

Artasia pouted and looked to the side. After a while, she seemed to have come up with a good idea. She walked to the edge of the high platform, put on her skirt and walked down the steps dignifiedly and gracefully. Since then, a touch of white has been added to the sea of ​​flowers.

"Look, I'm coming down."

"Now we are at the same height, so how about throwing away those cumbersome etiquette?"

The white-haired witch smiled and tilted her head to ask, and the gentle and warm smile dotted on her beautiful face made people feel heartbroken. Roja looked at such a woman for a while, and then nodded to answer.

"Well, I see, Artasia."

"Very well, then let's get started."

The white-haired witch Akane's pupils lit up with excitement, and then she reached out and snapped her fingers. The next moment, the two of them appeared in front of the dining table by the window.

The dining table for two is full of sculptures and artistic flavors, transparent goblets, custom-made silver-white tableware, and the fully transparent floor-to-ceiling windows on the side of it look down, and the huge palace complex and the city can be seen at a glance.

"Originally, it seems that you have to watch dramas and other programs on a date first, but you seem to be very tired. You have exhausted your physical strength because you came to me, so let me, Artasia, make up for you. ."

The smiling girl's white hands patted her chest. The next moment, delicious food appeared as if growing out of the plate, and the red wine rose from the bottom of the glass.

Seeing this strange scene, Roja couldn't help staring at the smug Artasia in surprise, but he didn't expect Lord Witch to gradually feel uncomfortable under his gaze.

"I said, even though I know I'm great, don't look at me like that. The pressure of a girl's first date is a lot."

"Huh? The first time?"

"Well, in the past... I always eat by myself."

Artasia seemed a little embarrassed, her fingers wrapped around her hair again, and Akane's pupils seemed to recall the past with a bit of loss, and she turned her head in a hurry as if she was afraid of being seen, Roja was staring at such a witch. A soft, thought for a moment and said:

"First date? In that case, I'm honored."

"Humph, yes, then enjoy it as much as you like, this is the favor of the witch!"

Artasia smiled again after hearing Roja's words, and the black-haired boy also moved his knife and fork when he heard the words, and couldn't help but widen his eyes when the food entered.

"good to eat."

"Yes, yes, this is my favorite flavor. Sure enough, we came together very well."

The white-haired witch happily folded her hands, and the two chatted and ate something. After that, they watched the opera together, listened to the music, and walked on horseback by the beautiful lake. Roja also temporarily learned a A game similar to chess played against Artasia, but she was killed by the unrelenting witch-sama.

After winning several times, the proud Artasia and Roja returned to the audience. The white-haired witch fell towards the sea of ​​​​flowers after entering the door, stretched her arms and smiled, and then looked at Roja who was standing, black. The hairy boy hesitated for a moment, then sighed and lay down.

"Oh, I didn't tell you to do this."

"Yes, then consider it my volition. After all, I don't have the hobby of looking down on lying down girls."

"Hahaha, girl? I haven't been called that for a long time."

Artasia narrowed her eyes as she said that, and the two of them rested just like that. After a long time, the witch sighed with some reluctance.

"Almost, it's time."