Chapter 150 – 150. Witch of Time

“Pregnant Women’s Jet Kick!”
“…… Hey fuck you! Stop!”
“Yeah- I can’t hear the words of a poor witch who couldn’t even get pregnant~.”
“What a fucking bitch!”

Watching Evangeline laughing and chatting with her Hecaterina, Margaret quietly rested her chin on her chin, lost in thought.

After John came, everything changed.
Witches who lived a life cut off from the world began to regain their sociality.
He began to give families to witches who had to live alone for the rest of their lives.

In this era where witches are still guilty on the outskirts of the kingdom, and therefore it is said that all visible ones must be killed——John was a person who was way ahead of his time.

‘Disciple, now I can’t even remember the days without you.’

Margaret laughed at that fact. It was absurd that she became a witch and that she depended on a single human to survive.

Even more absurd than that is the death he talked about. It’s just that she’s starting to take it seriously.

It’s scary to die. However, the time of eternity left behind after John’s death is even more terrifying.

‘Ah, I see.’

Only then did the Space Witch realize the value of this time. She lived through eternity, and the witch, who had spent every minute and every second meaninglessly, realized her human time.

The concept of time, which is more precious than a thousand gold, more precious than anything else.

—…… Ah, can you hear me?

And then, an image played in Margaret’s head her. A salt wave using magical power. Since she had no one to whom she could send something like this, Margaret focused on the flame with a slight frown.

After a while, the salt wave that flew toward him began to receive a stronger signal.

─Have you not heard yet? Um- Wasn’t that also at this time?
‘…… What are you?’
─Ah, I can hear it. As expected- this time period was right.

In the video, the witch burst into laughter. But Margaret, who heard that laugh, couldn’t help but laugh.

It was because this voice ringing in my ears was a voice I had heard a lot from somewhere. It was an unpleasant voice to hear.

─Now then- Shall we change?

It was Margaret’s own voice hers. A bit older than her voice her now.

Pair-!

A clap is heard. And something in her jumps out of her space and comes to her. Come. Coming aaaaa

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“John! I’m here to see you!”

317 years.
115,705 days.
2,776,920 hours.
166,155,200 minutes.
10 billion seconds.

I thought of you once a second.
10 billion times, now I can’t even remember your voice.
Do you still remember me?

* * *

The witch of space realized the spatiality of time.
The witch who became the witch of time met her future self her.
She lost her past to her future self her.
She was taken away

Take away. Take away. Take away. Take away. Take away. Take away. Take away. Take away. Take away. Take away. Take away. Take away. Take away. Take away. Take away. Take away. Take away. Take away. Take away. Take away. Take away. Take away. Take away. Take away. Take away. Take away. Take away. Take away. Take away. Take away.

Give it back
The time is mine
It’s not ‘mine’, it’s mine.

The Witch of Time laughed and smiled lightly at her past self her.

-I’m sorry. Yield to me.

And time closes
The witch of space swims in closed time.
Until someone comes to the rescue. Forever.

* * *

From one day, Johan realized that Margaret had become strange.

“John, John. What do you think?”
“Yes? Uh… You cut your hair.”
“Yes! Matches well?”
“Yes, it suits you well.”

The first thing I noticed was that her hair had changed to a bob that reached her shoulders.

John prefers long hair. He remembered that he had said that to Margaret before.

But now you come here and cut your hair short? Did she no longer need her own love her?

Johann, who was trying to concentrate on cooking while tilting his head in wonder, was perplexed as he felt Margaret hugging him secretly.

“…… Mr. Margaret?”
“Wait a minute, let me stay like this for a moment.”
“Ah yes.”

It’s common for witches to show psychotic obsession, so Johann dismissed Margaret’s embrace her as she pretended to be so.

But I couldn’t hug her for too long. I had to prepare rice as well, and seeing them hugging like this caused other witches to rush in with jealousy and fight.

“Mr. Margaret, please come out now.”
“Little bit more….”
“No, now it’s really dangerous—”

Johann, who turned to try to get Margaret off him, realized something was wrong. The body does not move.

Perhaps Margaret fixed her space again. She sighed and tried using her magic nullifier, but she could n’t move her body her.

In the first place, if you fix your body around the space, you will feel a sense of difference, but now you don’t even feel that sense of difference.

‘What is this?’

Slightly – John rolled his eyes and looked at the pot he was boiling. The pot, which was supposed to boil, did not boil and stopped.

To be precise, it stopped in the middle of boiling. The bubbles rising above the water were proof of that.

If so, what about the flames beneath it? The flames that danced and heated the pot also stood still.

It was as if time had stopped.

“…… Who are you.”
“Who is it, Margaret? Your lover who loves John more than anyone else.”
“Lover?”

At those words, Johan let out an empty laugh and shot at Margaret.

“Mr. Margaret is not my lover. First of all, I’m still a maternal solo.”
“Yes? Having sex with her like that?”
“Because it wasn’t sex to get pregnant. It’s not that different from masturbation.”
“No way… John must be in love with me? Yes?”

As expected—something was very strange—the problem was the name she used to call herself. Margaret does not call herself by her first name her.

People who call themselves by their first names are already widespread. By using the title disciple-kun, she tried to remain a special person.

But this woman, this witch impersonating Margaret, she was calling me by name, as if she were her only lover her.

“Who are you…?”
“…… Why don’t you know, John?”
“Sss-!”

Woo-wook…… !
The hand that grabbed the waist dance tightens more and more tightly. Feeling the pressure, Yohan let out his moans and began to tremble.

“Keuk, keuk uh…… !”

“I, even after you are gone—I will hold on, hold on, hold on again. Thinking only of you, take note of wanting to die. Cheer up, think, love. I did…… !”

“Whoa, hook! Woowook-!”

“You forgot me. Johan no longer needs Margaret.”

Yohan didn’t listen to the muttering of the tsargarit. It was urgent to get out of this situation.

If this woman is n’t Margaret, and she’s a witch who does n’t mind dying-she hopes so.

“Ss-!?”

Yohan used awakening magic to erase the magic around him. Then the hands of the clock, which had been stopped, started rolling again.

Realizing the passage of time with his five senses his, Yohan immediately shouted for help.

“Su, Seungniiim—!”

From far away, Evangeline, who had heard John’s screams, could be heard running towards them. The sound of her footsteps her came close in an instant—and Evangeline, who arrived soon after in the kitchen, clicked her tongue as she saw Margaret hugging John.

“What is it, John? Why did you call me?”
“Queuuuuu- it’s Master… “!”
“What are you trying to do by showing me that flirtation? By the way- now that I am pregnant with four children, I am the strongest wife, so I am not shaken by things like this—!”
“This person is fake…….”

Evangeline, who heard Johann’s words, realized that Johann was not having an affair with Margaret.

The moment she realized that, Evangeline, without a second’s hesitation, decapitated her savage Litt her.

It was a tsapgarit that looked 100% exactly like my best friend, Margaret, but there was no hesitation in that touch.

It was because Yohan, who would become a loving disciple, future husband, and father of my child, was more important than a best friend.

“John! It’s okay!?”
“Cool-! Cool! Ugh….”
“Now, wait a minute- Regina! Regina Ah! Cure, cure quickly!”

Belatedly, Evangeline, who went to call for Regina, didn’t see her head her smiling.

John saw So she tried to call Evangeline, but unfortunately Evangeline didn’t look back at her.

“—Forever, I will continue.”

From her severed head her comes Margaret’s terrifying voice her.
And— John realized that time had passed indefinitely.

* * *

“John! John!”
“…… Uh?”

Margaret, who cut her hair in her bob, looks up at herself.
Only then did John realize the reason for her short hair.

‘The location where her head was cut…….’

The location where her hair was cut by Evangeline was the same length as hers now.