Fated to Be Loved by Yandere Witches – Chapter 12

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Mod7
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I brewed tea using leaves received from the villagers and served it to the witch sitting stiffly at the table.

The witch stared intently at the teacup, seemed to smell it for a moment, then carefully lifted it and took a sip.

“…It’s mediocre.”

“Ahaha, I’m sorry. This is all we have…”

I wanted to tell her to just drink what she was given, but I feared what might happen if I spoke that way to a witch.

While our Master was pretty, busty, and nice enough to accept someone like me, it would be too optimistic to think all witches were like that.

Carefully watching her mood, I cautiously opened my mouth to ask:

“Um, what brings you here, Witch…”

“Why do you think I’m here?”

“Ah, right. You came to see Master, of course. Hahaha…”

Seeing her hypersensitive reaction, I felt my shoulders shrink. She’d been interested earlier, but somehow the atmosphere had turned gloomy since leaving the room.

Her icy gaze pierced into me, cold enough to give me chills. Looking like she might shoot magic at any moment, I lowered my head to stare at the floor.

‘Damn… why is she staring like that…’

I couldn’t understand why her mood had suddenly soured. Using my limited brain power to guess, I figured the very act of me speaking to her might have offended her.

From her comments about enjoying watching my masturbation and Master’s attitude of treating me like a pet rather than a person, I could understand why she was upset.

Well, I’d probably feel weird too if a monkey stopped masturbating and suddenly served me tea. A sensitive person might even be offended.

As I was carefully reading the atmosphere, she spoke first.

“Where’s Evangeline?”

“Ah, Master left briefly because her familiar’s child was sick. She’ll be back soon.”

“Hmm, really? She still keeps that wolf?”

“Y-yes…”

She spoke as if she knew Fenrir, showing off her familiarity with Master. And each time she displayed this closeness with Master, I felt my heart shrinking more.

If she was close with Master, she could say all sorts of things without hesitation. For example, suggesting Master dismiss her current apprentice and find a new one…

“Hey you-”

“Yes?”

“What’s your name?”

“Johan, I’m Johan.”

“I’m Marguerite, Johan.”

After asking my name, Marguerite licked her lips while looking at me. Her expression was like a snake that had found its prey.

“Want to be mine?”

“…Pardon?”

“I asked if you want to be mine.”

I hesitated at her words. With my modern 21st-century sensibilities, I couldn’t understand what she meant.

But it didn’t take long to realize. This witch wanted to have me. Not because she needed me though.

Often, women want to have the same thing their friend has, or something better, just because their friend has it. In extreme cases, some women even steal it.

The woman before me must be like that. No doubt about it. She couldn’t possibly want someone she just saw masturbating as an apprentice.

“…Um, well, that is-”

“Why aren’t you answering?”

“No, it’s just─ that’s something you should ask Master…”

“I’m asking you, aren’t I? And that ‘Master’ isn’t here right now, is she?”

That was logical. But I couldn’t just decide to follow her on my own. I was living quite satisfactorily now and didn’t want to take unnecessary risks by following her.

But I was afraid to refuse. I had no idea how the witch before me would react to rejection.

What if she got angry at my refusal and shot magic at me? I would die. Regardless of whether Master got angry at her for arbitrarily killing her apprentice, I would still die right now.

Sensing death, my mouth wouldn’t move easily. My hands trembled, and those trembling hands knocked over the teacup.

“Hot-!”

My stiff, trembling body finally loosened. I shook the hot tea off my thighs while looking at her.

Meeting her interested gaze, I carefully bowed my waist.

“…I’m sorry.”

“─For what?”

“I don’t think I can go with you.”

“Hmm~ Am I lacking something? I think I’m better than that Evangeline.”

Marguerite said this while showing off her body. Her purple hair braided to one side was beautiful like wisteria, and her face and figure below were no less impressive than Master’s.

However… “no less” also meant she didn’t surpass her.

“Yes. To be honest, you’re inferior to Master.”

“…Are you serious?”

“I am. Your face, your figure, Master is more beautiful in every way.”

Hearing my words, Marguerite lowered her head and started trembling. She was clearly enraged. Seeing this, I prepared for death.

But hey, gotta say what needs saying. Our Master is prettier and has bigger breasts-

Once I thought I was going to die anyway, I started losing all restraint. Ah, if I knew I was going to die like this, I should’ve just finished earlier─ people are supposed to have regrets before dying, but what kind of regret is this…

“…You.”

“Go ahead, kill me.”

“…Kill you? What are you talking about? Why would I kill you?”

Marguerite tilted her head as if I were talking nonsense. Huh, maybe? Could I live? As I looked at her hopefully, she couldn’t control her trembling lips and broke into a grin.

“I’m taking you with me.”

Those words sounded to me like a warning that she’d make me experience something worse than death. No, just kill me rather than torture…

Just as my knees were half-bent, about to beg forgiveness, the cabin door exploded with a BANG!

“Ugh!?”

“Johan! Are you alright!?”

As I stumbled from the explosion and collapsed to the floor, Master appeared through the exploded doorway.

Seeing her magnificent appearance, my eyes welled up with tears.

I was saved.

“Master─! This person was trying to kill me!”

“What? When did I…”

“…Johan.”

Master, who had rushed in explosively through the door, looked around the house then asked me strangely:

“Who were you talking to?”

“…What?”

“I came running because I heard talk about killing…”

Watching Master’s confusion, I was the one who felt more bewildered. With trembling hands, I pointed at Marguerite and asked:

“Are- are you a ghost?”

“…That’s impossible.”

Marguerite looked at me with an expression of disbelief. But I fainted from the shock of seeing a ghost.

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Watching Johan collapse with a thud, Evangeline rushed to support him. But before she could, his body stopped abruptly in mid-air.

An unnatural pose as if someone were supporting him. Seeing this, Evangeline realized who Johan had been talking to.

“…Ritz? Are you there?”

Nod-.

Marguerite answered by nodding Johan’s head. Seeing Johan’s head nod, Evangeline thought “as expected” and said to her:

“First, let’s put Johan in his room, then you and I need to talk.”

Nod-.

After putting the nodding Johan in his room, Evangeline brought enchanted parchment and a quill from her workshop.

The quill rose as if someone were holding it, then began inscribing characters on the parchment.

[Who is he?]

“My apprentice, Johan.”

[That’s not what I’m asking.]

“…I know, you’re asking how he can see you, right?”

Phew, Evangeline sighed lightly and looked at Marguerite who, though invisible, must be sitting before her.

Truth is, she hadn’t wanted anyone to find out. A human immune to witch’s curses? Other witches would salivate over such a precious existence-.

Some might even try to dissect Johan to uncover his secret. Then she would have to fight countless witches targeting Johan. In that process, Johan would likely get hurt.

“Can you promise? Promise not to tell anyone about this.”

[I promise.]

“I can’t trust just words.”

Evangeline said this while bringing a potion she’d been keeping in her workshop. Placing the container on the table with a thud, Evangeline pushed it forward and spoke:

“It’s a potion made with my saliva. It contains my magic.”

[What kind?]

“Drink this. Then I’ll tell you.”

[Won’t it kill me?]

“Don’t worry. As long as you don’t tell others Johan’s secret first, I won’t kill you either.”

Marguerite stared intently at the liquid Evangeline offered. A magical potion made with a witch’s saliva. No telling what effects it might have. Drinking it was practically suicide.

However, Marguerite started gulping down the potion without hesitation. Having lived so long, she had no attachment to life.

She only had an obsession with this hope she’d found after hundreds of years, one that might break her curse.

Seeing Marguerite gulp down the potion, Evangeline smiled and revealed Johan’s identity.

“Johan is… I suspect, not from this world.”

[What does that mean?]

“In other words- he’s someone from a world where our world’s rules don’t apply.”

Of course, until now she had only suspected this, never actually confirmed it.

But today. Now that she’d confirmed he could see Marguerite with his own eyes, Evangeline was certain Johan was a being unaffected by curses.

[Give him to me.]

“No, I can’t. Hehe, want to know what Johan said about me? He said I’m the most beautiful in the world. Doesn’t that mean he loves me? After hundreds of years─ I’ve finally found someone who loves me.”

Watching Evangeline suddenly start rubbing it in, Marguerite felt an inexplicable jealousy.

So, she unconsciously started lying.

[He told me I was prettier.]

The moment she wrote this, Marguerite felt an intense chill that made her whole body tremble.

When she carefully raised her head, Evangeline was staring at her intently with lifeless eyes and an expressionless face. Though she shouldn’t be able to see her, she was glaring at her with surprising accuracy.

“Liar.”

“Don’t lie.”

“My Johan would never do that.”

“He said Master was the best, he wouldn’t compliment someone like you he just met.”

“Since Johan wouldn’t lie, you must be the one lying?”

“Are you trying to drive a wedge between Johan and me?”

“Shall I kill you?”

[It was a joke.]

“Ah─ what! Hahaha, Ritz, you’ve gotten better at jokes while we haven’t seen each other.”

Marguerite quietly watched her while feeling cold sweat run down her spine. If she hadn’t mentioned it was a joke just now, she might have lost her life.

She couldn’t believe her eyes – a great witch like Evangeline being so obsessed with a mere human…

‘…Well.’

Looking at Evangeline who had quickly returned to normal, Marguerite thought it made sense. Hadn’t she also tried to claim him as soon as she learned he was immune to curses?

And─ not just her, but all witches who saw him would become the same.

They would all cling to him as their potential savior.

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