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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Mod7
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The moment I stepped out of the room, Master greeted me. Approaching with a warm cup of cocoa, she handed it to me with a gentle smile.
“Good work.”
“…Thank you, Master.”
“Was it difficult?”
“No, it’s alright.”
Though my body wasn’t tired, my mind was weary. Hecaterina’s small yet voluptuous body had been surprisingly pleasurable.
If I had raped her driven purely by lust, I might have been so satisfied I’d kidnap her for regular violations… but this whole affair had been unpleasant.
As if reading my thoughts, Master looked at me with a slightly apologetic expression.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked you to do that…”
“No, after hearing you out, I felt it was something I needed to do.”
“Mm, I should have found a way to kill her myself.”
Master said this as she embraced me, gently caressing my chest. Her hand trailed down from my chest to my abdomen, finally reaching my dejected penis.
As I felt her hand toying with my member, I looked up to see Evangeline gazing back at me with a gentle smile.
“Johan… it must have been difficult for you. Master will erase those memories for you.”
“…Master.”
“Let’s go to my room.”
I followed her hand, heading to her room. The moment we entered, she took my penis into her mouth, quickly milking me of my semen.
And so, that day, I came until my bones ached.
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“Little girl.”
“…Who are you calling a little girl, you damned brat?”
The next day, Johan brought Hecaterina, freed from her curse, out of the room and placed her before the other witches.
The fearsome aura that had clung to her, making her terrifying just to look at, was gone, replaced by the image of a busty young girl with distinctive pigtails.
“Was she… always like this…?”
“What? What was she like before?”
“Taller, more slender… and more menacing.”
Fear can sometimes distort memories. Marguerite, realizing the witch she had trembled before was actually this young girl, let out a hollow laugh.
She felt embarrassed for having been scared of such a child, even if it was due to the curse.
However, Hecaterina, unaccustomed to such gazes, glared back at the witches defensively.
“What are you looking at? Want to die?”
“…Wow, she’s so cute.”
“What are you talking about…! D-don’t touch me!”
Marguerite began fawning over Hecaterina, and Beatrice, seeing a witch of similar size, rushed over and embraced her like a long-lost friend.
Though their breast sizes differed drastically, resembling an adult woman and an elementary school girl respectively, Beatrice paid no mind.
“Johan, Johan, Johan.”
“What?”
“Tell her! I want to be friends…!”
“Hey, she wants to be friends with you.”
“Friends my ass—! Let go! Let go of me!”
Hecaterina struggled to break free from Beatrice’s embrace, but with her curse gone and her magic sealed, she couldn’t overcome the other witch.
Finally, realizing she couldn’t escape, Hecaterina gave up and resigned herself to being held.
Turning her attention away from Beatrice, she addressed the other witches.
“…What is this place, so many witches…?”
“Jealous? Sorry, but you’re not invited.”
“What? Who said I was jealous…”
“Oh, you weren’t? Right, of course a witch wouldn’t be.”
Evangeline gazed at Hecaterina. Despite her words, she planned to keep Hecaterina alive a while longer.
Though she was currently in a cute form, she was still a dangerous beast with hidden claws. Marguerite and Evangeline both remembered Hecaterina’s true form.
If they killed her now, fueled by this fear, she might be reborn.
This wasn’t the time to kill her. They needed to nurture her, until she seemed cute.
Until killing her felt cruel.
“But you’re in luck. This house doesn’t have a pet yet. I’ll take you in.”
“Ha, what are you talking about… Why not just kill me?”
“My, my, you talk as if you want to die.”
“…Of course I don’t.”
Hecaterina realized they had seen through her thoughts. She needed to die while people still remembered her, while her existence remained linked to terror.
After dying once, regardless of magic nullification potions, she could revive as long as someone feared her.
She had to die now, while her true nature was still known, before her identity was revealed…
“The Witch of Terror, Hecaterina.”
“…!?”
“Did you really think we wouldn’t know who you are?”
And just like that, her identity was exposed.
Hecaterina, her true self revealed, tried to recall where she might have slipped up. But she couldn’t remember ever revealing herself.
Not even during torture, not even while being raped by Johan.
She smiled awkwardly, tilting her head.
“—That’s wrong.”
“Alright, we’ll say it’s wrong. So? You have two choices. Go back inside and live like before… or become our house pet. Which will it be?”
“…Do I really have a choice?”
“Of course. Live like a beast, or live worse than a beast.”
After pretending to consider her options, Hecaterina sighed and nodded. Beatrice, who had been clinging to her, tilted her head, seemingly oblivious to their conversation, and called out to Johan.
“Johan, why did she sigh? Does she not want to be friends…?”
“No, she says she’ll be your friend. And she’s happy to be hugged anytime.”
“Really!?”
Hearing this, Beatrice joyfully squeezed Hecaterina even tighter, and Hecaterina, despite sighing, didn’t push her away.
And so, the cabin gained a pet witch.
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Even after the arrival of the pet witch, my daily routine didn’t change much. I prepared meals, cleaned the forest of monsters, and continued my training.
However, there were some changes… gathering ingredients and monster hunting had become much easier.
“Alright everyone, go!”
-Yes, Master!
Beatrice’s dolls gathered food from the forest and regularly patrolled, eliminating monsters.
With the most time-consuming tasks practically gone, I now had considerable free time.
And what did I do with all that free time?
“It’s been a week.”
“Oh, right.”
“A week since you took a day off… and without even contacting me.”
I returned to the church, seeking out Elicis.
Elicis, seeing me after a week’s absence, glared at me with an irritated expression.
I cautiously asked her about something that had been on my mind.
“So… about the instructor position…”
“I hired someone else. It’s only natural, isn’t it? What kind of instructor disappears for a week without a word?”
Hearing this, I sighed internally with relief. The instructor position had been… well, not exactly appealing.
After all, why had I taken the position in the first place? Out of guilt for Ludwig and his descendant, killed by Hecaterina. I had wanted to somehow atone for their deaths.
Now that I had captured Hecaterina and avenged them, that guilt had been washed away.
“Right. That’s too bad.”
“…Why were you so late, anyway?”
“I captured a witch.”
“Captured a witch?”
Elicis looked at me dubiously. Living with witches yet claiming to have captured one… But then she seemed to realize something, her eyes widening.
“Don’t tell me… that witch?”
“Mm, probably the one you’re thinking of.”
“I see. I wondered why she hadn’t been seen lately…”
She seemed to know about Hecaterina. I carefully began questioning her about how much she knew.
Perhaps because it was related to witches, or because she felt relieved hearing Hecaterina had been captured, Elicis began revealing classified information without hesitation.
“No one knows what she looks like. Everyone has a different story.”
“A different story?”
“Some say she’s a young girl, others a tall, slender woman, some even say she’s a monster, or a giant, elongated creature. With so many conflicting reports, it’s impossible to gather accurate information.”
“I see…”
If Elicis, a holy knight, said this, it likely reflected the general public’s perception of Hecaterina. People still viewed her as a being of terror.
I felt a flicker of unease. The Witch of Terror, reviving as long as someone feared her…
Did that apply even to the vague fears of strangers? Was she truly immortal, forever bound to people’s terror?
If she could be reborn from such weak fears… truly killing her would be impossible.
‘Then instead of killing her, I’ll have to keep her as a pet, feeding her my semen for life…’
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