Please Bully Me, Miss Villainess!

Chapter 105 : The Wingless Witch

How long has it been since then?

To be honest, she couldn't remember clearly anymore.

Accepting the fact that she was a game character wasn't as difficult as imagined.

After all, what this world needed was just a puppet designed according to rules, manipulated by players to conquer characters.

If one lost their own will, the flesh would be just an empty shell without a heart.

The Tin Man in "The Wizard of Oz", hollow in the chest, without a heart, naturally lost the ability to love.

The Tin Man thought so, so she thought so too.

However, such a self produced "emotions" for the first time.

After meeting her, everything became different.

She wasn't Dorothy.

If anything, the one who accidentally entered this world was her.

She might be the brainless Scarecrow, the heartless Tin Man, the cowardly Lion... but definitely not Dorothy.

It was her who brought all this to herself,

About wisdom, courage... and most importantly, love.

So, this time...

It was her turn to save her.

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"Are you awake?"

After opening her eyes, the person in front of her seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

"—!!"

With a mouth full of bitterness, she struggled to sit up and almost vomited.

Seeing this reaction, Yvonne found it somewhat amusing.

So bad with bitter things... it was indeed still her.

"I made you drink some herbal decoction... it seems quite effective."

This also served as revenge for being made to drink at the bar before.

She put the bowl on the table, the stacked spoon making a crisp collision sound as it rubbed against the bowl's rim.

The room fell into silence again.

After sitting up on the bed, she instinctively covered her face.

"...There's no need for this anymore, is there, Witch Lady? Or... perhaps I should call you by another name?"

Staring at this mysterious figure who called herself a witch, Yvonne was too nervous to blink, fearing she would slip away from her sight the next second, just like before.

She took a deep breath and said her name with a slight tremor.

—Dorothy.

Hearing this name, the 'Witch Lady' finally gave up her last struggle and lowered her arm.

"So I've been exposed..."

This time she really miscalculated.

Instead of showing the expression Yvonne had imagined, she curled her lips and smiled somewhat mockingly.

"However, it's better to use a different name, to avoid confusion with that child... Let me think, besides 'Dorothy', the female protagonist in "The Wizard of Oz" should have another translation in your original country... Hmm... I remember it's called 'Dorothea'? This name sounds quite nice, just call me that."

She casually gave herself a new name.

Not only about this game itself, but she also seemed to know everything about Yvonne coming from another world.

"How much do you know about me?"

"Not as much as you might think."

Sitting on Yvonne's bed, she crossed her long legs, still wearing that strange restraining outfit under her robe, revealing an inscrutable smile.

"Come on, just for today, I'll answer your questions to the best of my ability—it's question time, you know?"

"Can I ask anything?"

"You can ask anything."

"...Why were you lying in that place before?"

Yvonne thought for a moment and decided to start with the most recent events for the first question.

"Well... I guess I was too tired."

Originally thinking she had been poisoned by inhaling too much miasma, it seemed that wasn't entirely the case.

After rushing to town by dragon carriage, she hadn't woken up at all. Yvonne immediately found the best doctor in town for her, but the diagnosis was only mild poisoning, mostly due to fatigue causing her to fall into a state of deep sleep.

"So you just slept for 3 days in someone else's carriage?? You really scared me to death!!"

"...Sorry, sorry, can't help it, I'm the type who likes to accumulate sleep all at once."

It was natural to be so exhausted. To quickly clear all the obstacles set by the 'system', she hadn't closed her eyes for almost a week.

To better accomplish her plan, she had already made up her mind not to have much contact with her at this time point.

But she didn't expect to break her own rules so easily.

"By the way... where's that child?"

Dorothea looked around, her gaze falling on traces of the two's life all over the room.

It was too nostalgic, making her somewhat unwilling to look directly.

"You mean Elsa?"

"As for her... she went to her part-time job place after coming back."

Although she wrote a letter afterward, because they left in such a hurry, Elsa had stood up many part-time jobs originally planned for the summer vacation. Thinking she must have caused trouble for others, she took gifts to apologize after returning.

Although surprised by the sudden appearance of someone who looked exactly like herself, Elsa didn't seem to think much of it... after all, the world is so big, it's not surprising to have one or two people who look similar.

"...'My' open-mindedness really helped a lot..."

The Witch Lady seemed to have very complex feelings about her own carelessness. Was this self-praise?

"By the way... do you have any alcohol here? I'm thirsty."

After relaxing, wanting to have a drink to relieve stress had become a bad habit she developed after becoming an adult.

"...I'm still a student! How could I have such things!!"

Even when not in a tavern, why was this person always thinking about drinking??

Yvonne fell into deep doubt.

Would Elsa really become such a useless adult in the future?? That's too disappointing—

No, as long as she was around, she absolutely couldn't let her become like this—

"No alcohol... that's really a pity."

She smacked her lips helplessly, having to pick up the medicinal soup Yvonne had placed at the bedside and take a sip, but it was so bitter she stuck out her tongue immediately.

"Bleh bleh bleh..."

"If you're just thirsty, you should have said so earlier—Do you want some water or tea?"

However, the Witch Lady shook her head, closed her eyes, and tilted her head back to drink the last bit with the dregs all at once.

After all, it was brewed by her own hands for herself. No matter how bitter, she didn't want to waste it.

"That magical beast... was it really killed by you?"

Yvonne couldn't help but ask.

"Who else could it be?"

This rhetorical question left Yvonne speechless.

"But don't worry... that was the last one I missed."

No longer letting her gaze linger on Yvonne, it fell on the wall painting hanging nearby.

That was forcefully given to Yvonne by Elsa after moving in. Originally thinking it had no taste, but after looking at it for a long time, she got used to it.

"From now on, there won't be such dangerous things appearing anymore."

She said with great certainty, but Yvonne's heart was still full of doubts.

"...Why do you do these things?"

Although she had heard so much from her, Yvonne still didn't know her purpose.

To this, Dorothea smiled faintly,

"Rest assured, I'm definitely on your side... I hope you can believe me on this point alone."

Placing her hand on her chest, she said calmly.

Yvonne could find some traces of Elsa in her.

Although their eyes and brows gave the same feeling, there was still a bit more mature charm.

For some reason, although the two looked exactly the same,

Yvonne couldn't fully associate the current Elsa with the Witch Dorothea in front of her.

"Miss Dorothea... are you really from the future?"

"Yes, I am."

"Then can you tell me something? What have I become in the future?"

Yvonne was very interested in her future self.

When asked about this, Dorothea's expression also underwent subtle changes, but quickly returned to normal, revealing a mischievous smile:

"Hehehe... Of course, I married 'me' and lived a happy and beautiful life—By the way, we had nine children."

"Wait... nine is too many!!"

Seeing her flushed cheeks, Dorothea laughed out loud.

Teasing her reaction was still as interesting as ever.

"...You're obviously fooling me, right?!"

Realizing she had been tricked, she looked at Dorothea angrily.

How many exactly?! One or two... would still be acceptable... three is also okay... four is a bit much... nine... what kind of terrifying concept is nine!!

"If it really was like that, why aren't you at home taking care of the children instead of coming here?"

...It had been a long time indeed.

Dorothea felt somewhat emotional.

How long had it been since she had seen such a gaze of concern for herself?

Her gaze.

Her words.

Her gentleness.

Everything about her...

Each thing made her feel incredibly nostalgic.

"...Miss Dorothea?"

From her stiff body, Yvonne could feel that she was somewhat troubled after being suddenly hugged.

"I'm sorry... I know this is very sudden, but... can you let me hug you like this?"

The moment she touched her body, tears started falling.

Knowing this was not allowed, she still made such a request.

"Just for a while... don't let go... just let me... hug you like this for a while..."

Without any more excessive desires, she only longed for such a familiar, warm embrace that made her feel incredibly nostalgic.

It had been so long, she thought she could face everything calmly, not asking for anything, just needing to focus on doing what she had decided to do.

However, the witch forgot that she was once human too.

Just a pitiful person... who had eternally lost her love.

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"Evie—I bought the things you wanted...!!!"

The sound of a vegetable basket falling to the ground rang out.

"No... it's not like that, don't misunderstand... This... this is!! Elsa!!!"