Fated to Be Loved by Yandere Witches – Chapter 79

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Mod7
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“Like a witch.”

After numerous experiments, Regina described Johan’s condition this way.

‘A witch…’

Johan looked down at his own body, considering her words. He was human. Born on Earth, raised on Earth, a normal human with no prior connection to magic or mana.

But—was he truly the same person he was back on Earth?

‘Completely changed… during the transfer…’

He remembered a science documentary about quantum teleportation. If a person’s data was analyzed, copied, and then pasted into another location—it would be functionally equivalent to teleportation.

But would the teleported self still be him?

Was a copy truly him?

Was he… still him?

Lost in these thoughts, Johan continued to examine himself. He still had no clear answer.

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When he arrived in this world, Johan had several items from Earth: hiking clothes, sneakers, bottled water from a convenience store, and his smartphone.

His clothes and the disposable water bottle, useful even to the people of this world, had already spread throughout the land.

Of course, some items had been confiscated by the Church, and others had been damaged from rough handling…

But there was one item that no one in this world could figure out how to use. A small, rectangular piece of metal. Reflective like a mirror, but as useless as obsidian for that purpose.

His smartphone.

“Rumor has it, this is a curious artifact created by a witch, Your Majesty.”

“Hmm—”

The object had found its way into the hands of the Emperor. He examined the smartphone, then tossed it aside dismissively.

The witch standing beside him caught it.

“If you’re not going to use it, can I have it?”

“Do as you please. I acquired it for you anyway.”

“Sweet.”

The witch took the smartphone and returned to her workshop. Unlike the technologically inept people of this world, she instantly recognized its value.

Not only that, she could even deduce its function, capabilities, and the level of civilization required to create it.

‘Amazing—’

The witch’s eyes, like gears, began to turn. She envisioned the device’s structure, its principles, its manufacturing process.

Lacking the necessary infrastructure, she couldn’t replicate it perfectly—but she could at least try to activate this seemingly broken device.

She used magic to simulate electricity, powering up the small, complex machine. A bright light, as intense as sunlight, emanated from the screen.

“…What the…?”

The smartphone displayed a picture of a woman. Quite beautiful, but the witch paid no attention to that.

She tapped the screen, trying to figure out how to navigate. She discovered that inputting certain numbers would change the display, but…

‘What’s the password?’

She didn’t know the password.

And so, she could only stare at this marvel of technology, unable to unlock its secrets.

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“You… worked hard… Johan.”

“You too, Master.”

Looking at Evangeline, flushed and sweaty, Johan felt himself getting hard.

However, they had already been intimate enough. Any more would be excessive. He needed to consider her physical condition.

He simply stared at her, his erection throbbing, and Evangeline, resting her arm on his chest, nuzzled his chest and spoke softly.

“Johan, the weather’s… so nice, and the autumn leaves… are beautiful… do you… want to go on a picnic?”

“…Outside?”

“That’s not what I meant!”

Evangeline waved her hands dismissively and playfully hit his chest, accusing him of being naughty. Johan remembered their previous picnic.

He now regretted not making a move back then. Evangeline had looked so beautiful in that dress—

“Sure. Let’s go.”

“Really!? Then tomorrow…”

“But it might be a bit chaotic if we all go together.”

“…Hm?”

“Huh? Weren’t we talking about going together, with everyone?”

“…Oh, right. Of course. The others would be jealous if it was just us. Right?”

“Yes, the others would be jealous, so it would be a bit… awkward if it was just the two of us.”

As soon as he said this, Evangeline abruptly moved away, sitting on the edge of the bed.

Johan, confused, tilted his head and hugged her from behind.

“Go away.”

“Master? Did I do something wrong—?”

“You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m just tired, so go away.”

He couldn’t understand her sudden anger, but he obediently moved away and tried to sleep.

He couldn’t fall asleep, his heart pounding with anticipation for tomorrow’s picnic.

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Early the next morning, Johan prepared lunch and drinks, woke the witches, and set off.

Marguerite and Hecaterina, jaded and world-weary, weren’t thrilled about the idea of a picnic, but Evangeline and Beatrice were delighted.

“If you hate it that much, you can stay home.”

“…I don’t want to do that either.”

“Then shut up and follow.”

He led them towards the spot where he and Evangeline had their first picnic. Marguerite, being the Witch of Space, grumbled about why they weren’t just teleporting, but Johan and Evangeline ignored her and continued walking.

If they were going somewhere far, like the beach, teleportation would make sense. But their destination wasn’t that far, and walking through the colorful autumn forest was part of the experience.

“Look. Isn’t it beautiful…?”

“…Disciple, I’m a witch, not a child. I don’t get excited over things like this…”

“Johan! Look at those! I’m so glad we came, aren’t you?”

“Johan, the leaves are so pretty…”

Marguerite fell silent, observing the childlike reactions of Evangeline and Beatrice.

She seemed surprised that even Evangeline, a great witch, would behave like this. But Johan knew it was all about perspective.

‘Walking is tiresome. Especially for a witch who doesn’t need to…’

Just as someone with a car wouldn’t want to walk several kilometers, for Marguerite, who could teleport at will, walking was a waste of time and energy.

She could enjoy the destination without enduring the journey. She probably didn’t even know how to enjoy the journey.

“Look around! Things you wouldn’t normally notice, but if you appreciate them, they’re truly beautiful…”

He said this as they reached their destination—and both he and Evangeline fell silent.

The forest was on fire. Black flames, like burning rubber. This was no natural fire.

Someone had set the forest ablaze.

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Witches think they’re invincible.

Immortal, wielding magic that defies nature.

Capable of crushing humans like ants.

But they’re still human.

They need shelter, food, rest, a place to clean themselves, a place to live.

Burn it all.

Show the witches who we are.

Show them how tenacious humans can be.

Show them who they’ve crossed.

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Whoosh—

Rain fell. Artificially created rain.

Marguerite, having drawn water from a nearby river, massaged her shoulders.

“Ugh… that was heavy.”

“Are you alright?”

“No. Maybe a shoulder rub from the apprentice would help—”

Marguerite leaned towards Johan, and he chuckled, obliging her request.

Her shoulders weren’t as tense as she claimed, but they were slightly knotted, perhaps due to the weight of her large breasts. The fact that they weren’t more knotted, considering their size, was probably a testament to her witchly physiology.

As he massaged her shoulders, Johan looked at Evangeline, who was staring at the burning forest with a grim expression.

“Who could have done this?”

“Well, there are plenty of suspects. It could have been a fire-breathing monster…”

“You don’t believe that, do you?”

“…No. You’re right. Monsters don’t produce flames like these. They have a certain level of intelligence. They wouldn’t burn down the forest they live in.”

Evangeline considered who might have set the fire.

She didn’t need to think long. If it wasn’t a monster, and it was someone who would burn down a forest inhabited by witches and monsters, there was only one possibility.

“Humans… Holy Knights, perhaps…?”

“…Holy Knights.”

Though he had recently been their instructor, Johan thought the Holy Knights were truly hopeless.

He almost wished they would just disappear.

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