The Protagonists Are Murdered by Me

Two days have passed since the bizarre explosion in Princess Elahe's room.

The knights searched the interior of the mansion to find the culprit, but I couldn't have been caught hiding in the mountains in the first place. There have been reports of an explosion in the mountains, but you didn't expect the explosion from a few hundred meters away to have anything to do with it.

This is such a world.

I looked out the window, inspecting each of the Mega Shutter and the bullets that were used to do the shooting, on the table. A little while wearing a digital telescope with fancy horn-rimmed glasses, Ellahe and Harren were enjoying teatime on a white terrace on a beautiful hill far away.

It's unique. It's really unique.

Elahe was smiling brightly at Harren, and it was a really cool smile that came from the heart. Having killed Harren's mother, she was able to confess all her sins after committing a false sin.

‘You'll live better from now on. ’

‘I want to be good to them from now on. ’

Through the clumsy masturbation and rationalization, everyone around him, as well as his own heart, was swayed.

It may seem strange that "guilt" is a new emotion, but that doesn't eliminate a lot of the suffering she's done in this world view.

Of course, whether she was bad or not, it didn't matter much to me.

However, if you can use it, the story changes. Elahe's self-rationalization has opened a door for me.

I've always dealt with monsters stronger than me.

And in order to deal with such monsters, we had to find a countermeasure, but the counterattack was quite different for the protagonist.

The situation, shaping the story.

It was because some probability was needed to kill the protagonist. If the protagonist in the novel was hit by a car on the way and suddenly died, who would recognize the story as the "ending"? Without even the slightest chance, the protagonist would somehow escape death, and the mission would fail.

So I devised several scenarios to kill Ellahe, and some of them were quite reasonable.

However, uncovering Ellahe's identity was also the best option I could do.

It cost less to get in.

It was the simplest way.

“Hmm?"

Harren stands up for a moment at the table on the hill he was watching through the telescope. Looks like they're going to get something.

Now was our chance.

When I pulled out the black remote, I pressed the red button without hesitation.

Then there was a small explosion around Elahe's body, who still enjoyed tea time at the table.

Thump!

It's not that bad. Harren won't scratch either. I just didn't want to attack someone who wasn't the protagonist, and at least I wanted to keep that belief.

“W-what's going on? ”

“The explosion sounds outside · · ·! ”

The mansion quickly became chaotic, and Harren was caught running to Ellahe from afar. Of course, Elahe is also unharmed.

‘Maybe eight more to go. ’

When dealing with Guilty Tender, he didn't have a Mega Shutter, so he was able to carry enough of the other bombs, but he didn't have enough time after the Mega Shutter. So all I have now is less than ten.

Still, this should be enough.

*

Elahe's route of travel has been well monitored for days. We all know how to go up the hill for tea time, as well as when to go to class and where to eat.

I placed several installed ether dispensers there. Some create flames, and some form magnetic fields to fry sparks. These are prepared to deal with monsters with low lethality and attributes, but they are also being used fairly well here.

Rumors are circulating in the mansion.

Days.

Strange things happen near Princess Elahe.

Something just blew out of nowhere. The lightning strikes from the sky surrounds her and spins around. She's having a nice meal, but the table's on fire.

In addition, I told stories to those of my closest friends.

“I saw something strange. No, I don't know, the princess was eating alone and suddenly the plate came down. ”

“Oh, who would believe that? ”

“I was curious, too? ”

Like a joke, smiling lightly. As it passed, no one believed the story that made it up, but the more strange things happened around the princess, the more people remembered my story.

And then, they spread rumors amongst themselves.

“The dish was flying by myself. She must have been possessed by a ghost. ”

“Yes, I heard about that. ”

“Phew. What's going on? ”

Yes, it is.

This is the cornerstone of Witch Hunt. Once I spread the ridiculous willpower, I slowly tighten my throat. I don't like the word witch hunting or anything, but I actually met a witch, so I'm going to have to follow her.

Even after the bizarre rumors began to circulate within the mansion, I was routinely assigned to Elahe's sword map. Nothing much to teach, but Ellahe has been very persistent, and other knights who think it's thanks to me have begun to trust me. It was an unintended result.

However, there was a limit to teaching by mixing the crap together.

Finally, the day has come.

*

“Ellahe.”

“Sister?”

Harren Almus came to Elahe armed as if he were going into battle. She tells Ellahe very slowly.

“· · · · · · The name of 'Witch Interrogation’ fell from the home country. ”

“What do you mean, witch interrogation? · ·? ”

A witch's appearance is no different from that of a human. So, in order to extract the witch, the Alethea Empire tried to capture and interrogate a woman suspected of being a witch. Of course, the process was not cruel and it was not controversial because a very accurate method of determination was used.

It's just...

Noblewoman, it was ridiculous that the Duke's daughter was given an order to interrogate the Witch.

“Sis, I'm Ellahe Almus. My dad won't let me. ”

“I gave my permission. ”

“· · · Yes? ”

Hearing Harren's clumsy voice, Ellahe feels something different. It's as if he's trying to distance himself from himself. She looks around without even knowing it.

Servants, servants, knights.

Everyone looks at him suspiciously.

‘Huh · · · · ·? ’

Something's not right.

I used to feel a strange sensation from people around me, but it was not that different from usual. That's what Ellahe thought.

Except, she didn't know. the nuances of awkwardness that people feel when they have feelings and relationships. I had no idea that other people were distancing themselves for only a year, whether I was mixed up in the human world or not.

If so · · · · · · · ·.

“· · No way, was it because of what happened to me recently? ”

Elahe is no fool. I know that someone is deliberately playing a mean prank on themselves. However, I couldn't figure out how to do it. The kind of magic that even Ellahe, who was a great witch, couldn't detect at all. So I couldn't respond at all except to prevent it.

That's the problem. Strange things keep happening around Ellahe, but she was fine.

“No! It's like magic. No, it's not.”

“· · · Judgment will be made by the Empire. ”

Ellahe knows the truth.

This isn't magic. It wasn't the witch. Nevertheless. I can't believe you have to be suspicious. It was unfair. It was unfair to conceal a witch and not use magic at all, but to be surrounded by witches.

However, it was impossible to prove.

Everyone else was ignorant of magic, so you have to prove you're a witch to prove that this isn't magic.

What contradiction is this?

‘No. If you are taken to the Empire, you must be found out! ’

She slowly, trembling eyes ask Harren.

“Sis. Is it because of the rumors, because of what's happening around me? But you've met a witch. ”

“· · · Yes. I've met him.”

That's why I'm even more doubtful.

It was Harren who deliberately used the most magical dispenser and had seen similar kinds of magic.

“My sister · · · · ·. You believe me · · ·? ”

That's the last thing Ellahe asked.

Harren just spoke in a quiet manner.

“No. An application for a witch interrogation is · · · · · · · ·. I put it in.”

I answered that question.

“Er, you · · · ·? ”

Ellahe stepped back, not knowing it. It was because Harren's expression was so painful.

“Elahe. We still have a chance. Tell me the truth. That way, we can do what never happened. I can do it with my powers. ”

“· · Sister. ”

It was close to begging. Maybe he's screaming in that cold voice. But I couldn't. You must not tell the truth. Elahe realizes it's a society. She realizes how witches are treated.

I was happy.

No, I was happy to know how happy I felt.

Being able to make love to someone, being recognized by someone, can make love to the family.

All those feelings were happy.

However, if you reveal that you are a witch, you will no longer feel that sweet emotion.

So.

“Sis · · · ·. I'm not a witch. ”

I had no choice but to say so. Hearing Ellahe's words, Harren smiles. That smile was so warm, it gave Ellahe a feeling of overwhelming feeling for the first time.

“Yes, I did. I knew it. ”

“Of course · · · ·! ”

At that moment.

Suddenly, Harren lunges at Ellahe with his sword drawn.

A moment longer than closing her eyes. A distance of less than 10 meters, Harren cut Ellahe's throat, and Ellahe was unable to react at all.

Chirping!!

· · · I was unable to remove the shield that was protecting my body

“· · Huh? ”

Fragments of white glass were scattered into the air. In front of Harren, Elahe's shield, which has not been properly built since the beginning, is not worth a single piece of paper.

Elahe looks down slowly. The sword slashes around your neck. Only with the destruction of the shield.

“I thought you might. Ellahe.”

Harren watches the white barrier and his expression grows colder.

Each of the witches had its own color, and Harren followed his father on many witch hunts and learned some of their qualities.

and the most intensely memorable color.

“White magic · · · · · · · · · · · ·? ”

I never forgot.

Harren looks at Ellahe with trembling eyes. She had a hunch she was a witch. However, I never imagined this would happen.

White.

A unique color used by the last witch.

She lowers her sword and slowly steps back. Elahe glances at Harren with a disdainful look, and suddenly looks around.

The maids who sat down to relax their legs. Some dorky knight who lost his sword. The acolytes who keep their mouths shut. What they had in common was that everyone looked down on themselves with contempt.

“Sis, you're mistaken. ”

“· · · Misunderstanding? ”

“Yes. I've certainly done some bad things to humans. But I do now. That I was wrong. I know how it feels now. I feel guilty, too. I've redeemed myself enough! ”

Harren laughs helplessly.

“Atonement? · · · Did you make atonement by yourself? Atonement makes atonement for those who have sinned. ”

“ · · · · · ·! ”

Master. Humans' favorite word. Ellahe hurriedly opens her mouth.

“Yes, I was a witch, and I've done terrible things in the past. But I'm going to make it up to you. I will live a good and honest life from now on. You saw it, Sis. How I live. ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

“I was a witch. So, thanks to you. I can give you anything you want. I'll pay for it. If I can make amends with it! ”

Harren's desperate shout raises his head. Usually, she never smiled. For some reason, I was smiling brightly.

“Ellahe. Do you remember? ”

“· · · Yes? ”

“A year ago, the day before you collapsed. You told me. ”

"You rotten sister, I'll kill you! I pray to the Witch, I curse her! ’

It was Elahe who lived in inferiority. A life where nothing was done, nothing was compared to my older sister, nothing was acknowledged by my father, and nothing was anything but scolded. Since Harren hated Ellahe, Ellahe hated Harren, too.

However, the "witch" should not be kept in the mouth.

It is because everyone who is related to witches or who is cursed by witches will be executed. However, no matter how much Harren hated Elahe, he did not want to give her to the Empire, and kept her cursed words in his heart.

“· · Do you know what that means in human society? ”

“Me, I · · · ·. ”

“Ellahe.”

Harren is still smiling.

“Last day, I should have stopped you. I can't hear you anymore, but I'm very sorry for you. No way, I didn't really know that I was going to call a witch. ”

The real Ellahe is gone. Now all that remains are the witches in Elahe's clothing. Nevertheless, Harren apologized one last time. I feel comfortable doing that.

“Yes. You said you wanted to atone for your sins, right? ”

Elahe desperately nodded his head as he asked himself a favorable question. Harren wipes his smile and says,

“If you really want to make atonement, bring back my mother whom you sent to the afterlife. Bring back my mother, including all the human things you have plagued and broken with curiosity! Right in front of me! ”

“· · · · · · Uh, sis. ”

“If you can't do that either. ”

Harren aims his sword at Ellahe, just as if he was smiling at an animal.

“Atone by death, at least. ”

“Ah, Ahn · · · ·. ”

[The protagonist 'Ellahe’ senses a crisis.]

[Elahe's skill ‘Witch's Law (SS)’ has been partially unsealed.]

Not like this. Elahe slowly pulls back and draws strength into his hands. Although she has now lost most of her strength and is weakened, she once fought equally against the Duke of Alamus, the world's greatest prosecutor.

‘It will be a bit hard on the heart, but if you bring me any of my old power... · · · · · · ·! ’

She thought so and reached out her hands to Harren running towards her.

Taang!!

At that moment, I was slightly snapped to the side by the shock wherever it flew.

‘· · Huh? ’

It's really slight. I tilted my head slightly to the side, so the magic trigger had only 0.3 seconds to go wrong.

“Farewell, witch. ”

The price of the sword was plenty of time for Harren.

Phew!!

[Hunted a protagonist of level 70.]

The End