Fated to Be Loved by Yandere Witches – Chapter 37

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Mod7
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Thwack! A fist connected with his unguarded jaw. The attack landed with surprising accuracy, rattling his brain.

The mana-enhanced fist was powerful enough to shatter rock, so naturally a mere human couldn’t remain unscathed after taking such a hit.

But even so…

‘Why did he go down in one hit?’

I let out a hollow laugh looking at the homeless man collapsed from a single punch. I hadn’t expected him to fall so easily. He had mana, and his stature alone was impressive.

He had let his guard down completely, and my attack had been perfect, even surprising myself.

It was a miraculous convergence of various conditions.

“…Should we run?”

“Might as well.”

People’s gazes were gathering one by one. Though beating up begging homeless wasn’t uncommon, someone who resorts to violence in broad daylight would be seen as a thug or hoodlum.

The citizens seemed to think so too, as they carefully avoided me while keeping an eye on the situation. They probably didn’t want to get involved in any trouble. Someone might have even gone to call the guards.

Though I wouldn’t get caught by a few guards, better safe than sorry- I left the scene.

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The man only regained consciousness as the sun was setting in late afternoon, finally realizing he had been knocked out by a single punch.

It was unbelievable. Not because he possessed mana, or because his height would be considered giant-like by this world’s standards.

The man immediately got up and headed for the back alleys. It was dusk, the time between dog and wolf.

Thugs looking for prey slowly approached upon seeing him. Though some might be intimidated by his massive frame, no one would fear someone who looked like a shabby homeless person.

“What’s this. Here to beg? Get lost. There’s nothing for you here.”

“Stab me.”

“What? What are you saying. This guy’s crazy…”

The man knocked one of them unconscious with a punch, just as Johan had done to him earlier. Seeing this, the other thugs quickly drew their weapons.

Having learned through countless experiences that fists alone weren’t enough to survive these rough back alleys, their experienced bodies naturally swung weapons at the man.

Though the weapons swung without giving time to think would have been hard to dodge, the man didn’t even try. He had no need to.

Thud.

“Huh, what…?”

“What’s going on?”

The thugs’ weapons stopped on their own before even touching the man’s body. As expected, his curse was still in effect.

Having confirmed this fact, the man proceeded to take down all the thugs barehanded, as if having no more interest in the matter.

Then he recalled what had happened earlier.

‘How did he break through the curse? Was it because he hit me with non-lethal force that the curse didn’t activate?’

It was a curse that could block even insect bites. He knew that couldn’t be the case. Then was it the ability of the witch who was with that guy?

This seemed highly likely. Weren’t witches born with unpredictable abilities that could manifest in countless ways depending on their application?

Having lived beside a witch for over a decade, he knew this fact very well.

“Then finally… I can go meet her.”

The man, Ludwig, said this while picking up the thugs’ weapons. Then he began cutting away his long beard and hair as if tearing them out.

After grooming himself, though still dirty, a handsome warrior emerged.

“Wait for me. I’ll come to you.”

Ludwig said this as he began wandering the city in search of the man who had defeated him.

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Master, who had promised never to use hypnosis or brainwashing on me again, still clung to my body, sniffing whenever I returned from the city, as if checking whether I had been fooling around with other women.

Even though she couldn’t do anything to me anyway, it was incredibly cute how she would look up at me with relief when she didn’t smell other women.

‘My erection won’t go down…’

I adjusted my pants awkwardly and sat down to start cooking with the ingredients I’d bought. Though we could eat out now that we were going to the city, for some reason Master wouldn’t touch food made by others.

When I asked her why…

“Well, food made by others just doesn’t taste good?”

“Ah…”

“Besides… I want to eat Johan’s cooking. I don’t care what others make or offer to feed me.”

Hearing those words, I nodded in agreement with her opinion. Given the magical seasoning made by a witch, other people’s cooking had as much difference as medieval and modern era food.

Once you get used to that taste, you can’t eat food made by others. Even this country’s king must eat worse food than Master.

“Ah, right. Master. Earlier in the city…”

While eating, I made casual conversation. About how the weather was nice, or how insects had eaten some fruit, or how I saw a man with mana in the street.

True to being a witch, Master showed interest in there being another man with mana besides me.

“-Really? Who was it?”

“A tall man. Living like a homeless person… but for someone with mana, he went down way too easily…”

“Hmmm- what did Ritz say?”

“She said humans can have mana if they received magic from another witch.”

“Ah, that kind.”

However, after asking a few questions, Master turned her attention back to the food as if losing interest. While stabbing butter potatoes with her fork, she casually shared her thoughts.

“That’s not him having mana, it’s just a witch’s mana residing in him. Our Johan who produces his own mana is much more impressive.”

“Ah, yes… thank you.”

“Still, it’s strange. It’s rare for witches to continuously cast magic on men.”

“Is it?”

“Yes. As you can see with me… witches not only have no need to rely on men, but often can’t even if they want to.”

“Oh… really? That’s strange. If other witches were even half as beautiful as Master, men should be throwing themselves at them.”

“Ehehe, you think so? Anyway- it’s very rare for witches to continuously cast magic on men.”

“What are the cases?”

“Either they truly hate men and cursed them, or…”

Cases where they loved a man too much to cast magic on them.

Master said this while looking at me.
I tilted my head and looked back at her.

“…Haah, yes. Never mind. Our Johan can just live like this forever.”

“What? Why suddenly…”

“Aah- I’m full. Johan, thank you for the meal. Can you clean up?”

“Ah, yes.”

Master returned to her room stomping the floor, dissatisfied about something. Watching this from the side, Marguerite let out deep sighs as if finding it pathetic.

Not understanding why she was sighing, I looked at Marguerite, and she looked back at me as if asking if I was serious.

“Sigh, apprentice. You really don’t understand?”

“…What was the problem?”

“Fine, live in ignorance. That’s better. If you realized, you’d be too embarrassed to even lift your head.”

Marguerite also went into her room after saying this. Looking at the two witches who had suddenly vanished, I could only tilt my head in complete confusion.

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After that, I continued enjoying city life. I tried gambling scams at gambling dens using Miss Marguerite, saw more witch followers being brutally executed.

Got pickpocketed, chased down and wiped out the thief’s gang, had to run from guards who spotted this, and luckily had it smoothed over by running into Elicis.

Met nobles in the street, saw the knights accompanying them, and visited dessert shops where such nobles might frequent.

The frequency of monsters rampaging in the forest was decreasing, so today would probably be my last day of city life.

That’s when it happened.

“Finally, found you.”

An enormous man I’d never seen before blocked my path. Seeing his towering height and appearance, I inadvertently shuddered. Probably no one could avoid trembling at that appearance.

A face so striking it left mouths agape, intense features that made all nearby men look like ugly squids in comparison.

As I carefully backed away trying to avoid letting our faces get too close, the man stepped forward exactly as much as I retreated, standing before me.

“I’ve been, looking for you.”

“…Who are you?”

“Have you forgotten me?”

The man said this while throwing a lightning-fast punch. Only then did I realize the man before me was the homeless person who had swung at me weeks ago.

His appearance was so different from his previous shabby state that you couldn’t tell they were the same person.

Stepping back slightly to dodge his punch, I asked him:

“What’s this suddenly…”

“I’ve come to make a request.”

“A request? What kind of-”

“There’s a witch beside you, right?”

“…Well, yes.”

I looked around to check if anyone else could hear this conversation. Fortunately, being late, there wasn’t a single person walking the streets.

Hearing my answer, the man drew a sharp sword from his back as he spoke:

“Ask your witch. Ask her to kill me.”

“What are you…”

“No, you said she’s right there? Then no need to ask. Witch- are you watching? If you don’t kill me right now- I’ll kill this guy.”

The man said this as he charged at me. A slash as fast as light. A speed too quick to even react to, let alone dodge.

Thanks to this, when I squeezed my eyes shut thinking I’d been cut by the sword, I felt my body moving backward.

When I opened my eyes, I realized I had been moved back with Marguerite.

Seeing me instantly teleported backward, the man smiled as if pleased.

“Try to kill me. Come on.”

After finishing those words, he charged.

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