Please Bully Me, Miss Villainess!

“So? You came here specifically to tell me this??”

After hearing Yvonne’s words, the Witch Lady frowned in displeasure.

Though based on her previous ‘self-proclamation’, she should now be referred to as the Witch.

At the bar counter, sitting next to Yvonne, the Witch was holding a glass, looking at this young lady in love with an exasperated expression.

After hearing Yvonne’s words, as if tasting something sour, she looked quite disdainful.

The Witch shrank her neck, burying her face in her collar, shaking her head continuously.

Evidently, she had no interest in Yvonne’s love story, at most she might clap her hands and offer an insincere congratulatory phrase like ‘congratulations’.

“Hmph, you’ve probably never been in love anyway, Witch. How could you understand my feelings?”

“Hey hey, don’t underestimate adults!”

Not revealing each other’s names was a kind of unspoken agreement in the bar.

The Witch would teasingly call Yvonne ‘young lady’, sometimes adding strange adjectives, and Yvonne naturally wouldn’t back down verbally either.

Although her relationship with the female protagonist Elsa had progressed from friends to lovers, due to the system, she still had to continue ‘bullying’

After her position changed, this point began to make Yvonne increasingly uncomfortable,

Regarding this system… the only clue that might be uncovered was concentrated on this mysterious self-proclaimed witch.

But since that divination, the Witch had kept silent about the things Yvonne cared about.

So Yvonne also wondered if she had misunderstood something.

Perhaps… that time really was just a simple divination…

Although somewhat disappointed, still… being able to talk freely with someone like this was a stress-relieving activity that allowed Yvonne to take a breather from the system in this closed other world.

They were just drinking buddies, with no connection outside of this place, so names weren’t necessary.

If the Witch changed out of this witch attire and walked on the street, Yvonne wasn’t confident she could recognize her.

But it was thanks to her enlightenment that Yvonne could understand her true inner feelings and embrace her current happiness.

So, this gratitude was genuine.

“I came specially to thank you this time, Witch.”

Saying this, Yvonne placed a corked bottle of wine on the table, pushing it towards her.

…Even the form of address has become respectful?

It was evident that this young lady in love was in a truly good mood, even forgetting about the two times the Witch had run off on her before, even though she had been chasing her for debt repayment previously.

Women in love have their brains dulled—the Witch recalled this saying, her eyes showing a hint of helplessness.

“What’s this?”

She asked this at least, pulling out the cork and sniffing, a rich sweet aroma quickly wafting over.

“It’s homemade mead that someone gifted. I noticed you seem to enjoy drinking, so I brought it for you.”

During the bountiful season, townspeople sometimes sent some homemade items to the convent,

Of course, according to regulations, drinking was prohibited in the church. The Demon King Fiel seemed very interested in the mead, but since she was the Demon King, letting her get drunk could be disastrous, so Yvonne simply decided to transfer this gift.

“Hmm… it smells fragrant, the taste should be good too. I’ll accept it without hesitation.”

“I’m glad you like it.”

Seeing that she accepted without declining, Yvonne immediately showed a smile.

It was obvious she was in a good mood.

Hmph…

After confirming her relationship with that child, is she this happy?

Looking at the golden-haired young lady before her, whose face couldn’t hide her happiness, the Witch couldn’t help but feel genuinely happy for her.

But…

Somehow, there was a slight feeling of jealousy.

“Since you brought wine, would you like to try some?”

Here, opening a gift in front of the giver is a form of respect for the gift-giver—there seems to be such a custom.

Moreover, since the gift is wine, of course it should be shared at the drinking table.

“But…”

Yvonne still hesitated.

Regarding drinking, she still maintained a cautious and conservative attitude.

The Witch began her persuasion:

“Although you say you can’t drink, this wine isn’t intoxicating—I’ve drunk many different wines, I can tell just by the smell… Trust me on this, okay?”

Saying this, the Witch winked at Yvonne, this habitual gesture similar to a certain someone made Yvonne feel a bit dazed.

Not intoxicating… meaning the alcohol content isn’t high?

Perhaps she could try.

“…Alright.”

Perhaps because she saw the shadow of a similar person, Yvonne chose to trust this Witch whose name and face she didn’t know.

Besides, it was the wine she had brought herself, so logically there shouldn’t be any problem.

Seeing Yvonne nod in agreement, the Witch poured her half a glass,

“…It’s delicious!”

“Right?”

The mead was sweet, with a very gentle sweetness upon entering the mouth, carrying the fresh fragrance of flower honey, surprisingly palatable.

It didn’t have the slightly astringent taste impression that traditional alcoholic drinks gave Yvonne.

She couldn’t help but take a few more sips.

Although she had lied saying it wasn’t intoxicating, this wine actually had quite a kick.

“Witch… there are two of you now… hic.”

What poor alcohol tolerance.

The Witch couldn’t help but think helplessly.

Even after all these years, this aspect hadn’t changed at all.

Looking at the flush appearing on her face, an image of extremely high similarity floated in her mind,

“If possible, have you ever thought about going back to the past?”

She took a sip from her own glass, suddenly bringing up this topic.

“Mmm… why go back when everything’s fine?”

Although somewhat drunk, her mind was still relatively clear.

However, under the influence of alcohol, her way of thinking became more direct, and the thoughts in her mind would be expressed directly.

“Although I’ve done things I regret, I don’t want to change the past…”

“Oh? Why is that?”

“Because… if I changed the past, wouldn’t some things in the present possibly disappear?”

She pondered for a moment before saying,

“For example… if I hadn’t touched that aphrodisiac potion, I wouldn’t have met you, Witch, right?”

Meeting her… was actually such a happy thing for her?

These words touched her slightly, and the sense of guilt in her heart deepened even more.

“…Have you ever considered a situation,”

“Mmm… what?”

“That is—what you have now is because your future self went back to the past and changed things.”

“What kind of sophistry is this, a time paradox?… Here, pour me some more.”

She seemed to disregard it, holding out her now empty glass, meaning she wanted more.

…If she drinks any more, she’ll really get drunk.

But actually, this was exactly what she wanted. Although it was somewhat malicious, she had come today specifically to get her drunk.

Thinking this, the Witch no longer hesitated and poured the last bit of mead for her, subtly ending the previous topic:

“By the way… this should be the last time we meet.”

“Huh?? Witch… are you leaving Capella?”

“Yes, to be precise, I’m going back to where I’m supposed to exist.”

“Going home… that’s good.”

Propping her chin with her hand, her expression suddenly became somewhat melancholic.

“But if that’s the case… I feel like I’ll miss you a bit, Witch…”

Saying this, she began to cry.

“Wah… Although the Witch is a weirdo… you’re also a… friend who’s willing to listen to me.”

“Yes, I’m very happy to have met you too.”

Being able to see her again, I’m truly happy.

“Can’t I write you letters or something?” she asked pitifully with red eyes,

“I’m afraid not.”

“I see… after all, you won’t even tell me your name…”

She mumbled as she lay down, her beautiful golden hair scattered on the dirty wooden table stained with alcohol, making the Witch frown,

Then, she suddenly raised her head as if remembering something:

“Witch, still can’t let me see your face?”

“No, no~ Isn’t a ‘witch’ supposed to maintain an air of mystery?”

The Witch said with her hands spread, sometimes she would joke like this,

“Letting me see won’t hurt you, hehe… I’ve found a weak point!”

She reached out trying to pull down the Witch’s collar, but these swaying attacks were all dodged by her sober opponent.

“Everyone has their little secrets… don’t they?”

She said with a bitter smile, easily grasping Yvonne’s wrist and pulling the defenseless Yvonne into her embrace,

The time had come, it was time to act.

Cutting off the last hesitation in her heart, she extended her finger, subtly tapping lightly on Yvonne’s brow.

“…!”

In just an instant, consciousness was snatched away,

Her body went limp against the Witch.

“…I’m sorry, Evie.”