My Tokyo Love Game Has Big Problems

Chapter 197 The Birth of the Witch’s Child

Wading through icy streams and through misty woods.

The figure of the witch is looming in the fog, as if she is within reach, but also like a phantom that is dispersed by the wind.

But no matter how much she hides, it's pointless.

The fog gradually thinned and the sun gradually rose. It was only a matter of time before the fog she used to cover herself completely dissipated.

Following her leisurely, Tamaki Hikaru even had the leisure to enjoy the surrounding scenery.

Although the forest is a bit empty and lonely, the process of chasing the witch in the forest is quite fun.

"Hey, you keep saying you love me, but why are you always avoiding me?"

Tamaki Hikari looked at the witch figure not far away from him and joked.

"I have taken so many steps towards you, you should always take one step towards me, right?"

Not only did she not urgently want to be born, but she became dependent on Tamaki Hikari who gave birth to her.

"Sorry, although that may seem like a very irresponsible parent."

But her eyes were obviously full of unwillingness and sadness, and the hand wearing the ring was clenched tightly.

But there seems to be something wrong with this conceived witch.

The conversation with the witch in front of me had a familiar atmosphere.

"No matter how much you resist growing up and face the world, you will eventually be born."

Tamaki Hikaru also stopped and faced her question and just smiled.

The thin mist could hardly cover her face anymore, revealing her emerald-like pupils.

The sun penetrated the mist, and the blonde hair of the witch in front of her shone brightly in the sunlight.

After saying a slightly clichéd love story, Tamaki Hikari saw the witch's figure finally staying where she was and looked back.

The witch in front of me is just the reflection of magic in my mind.

"The process starts when you come up with the idea."

"Don't make it so weird, you are just a reflection of my magic."

Tamaki Hikaru seemed to have heard similar remarks somewhere.

With inexplicable sadness and reluctance in his eyes, he spoke slowly.

Eternal, only two people, stagnant in the present, maintaining the status quo life.

"I don't want to be born. I want to be one with you forever. I don't want to be separated from you."

The witch stretched out her hand, and the spiked ring was still on her hand.

She is a witch born for Tamaki Hikari. The so-called [Witch's Fetus] means that one day, a real witch will be born from it.

But after seeing the witch's face clearly, Tamaki Hikaru was stunned.

Now, Tamaki Hikaru wants to give up his magic, which naturally means giving up the witch in his mind.

Tamaki Guang held his forehead, a little confused.

"Are you going to abandon me after all?"

I don’t want to be born, I don’t want to leave, I don’t want to be separated.

No matter who it is, when they see her for the first time, the word "witch" will undoubtedly pop up in their mind.

The mist gradually dissipated, and the true appearance of the witch underneath was gradually revealed.

"You can't really give birth to an entity, right?"

That fits Tamaki Hikari's imagination very well, a Western beauty like a witch.

But his magic is obviously self-aware.

My already confused brain will become even more confused.

The face in front of him appeared in front of him with other expressions and other styles of clothing.

"Besides, I don't even know how to make you leave."

I don’t know if it’s because Tamaki Hikari has a bit of demonic nature, or because of something else, but he always seems to encounter this kind of heavy emotion.

"However, children will always be born, and the beautiful dream in the womb will eventually wake up."

Now, even the image reflected in my mind will have this distressing expression.

And like a torture instrument, like a contract ring, it is the umbilical cord connecting Tamaki Hikari and the witch.

As delicate as porcelain, the elegant dress fit her petite body and exuded a mysterious musk.

"Why abandon me? I'm obviously very useful."

Tamaki Guang scratched his head and said helplessly.

Tamaki Hikaru was silent for a while before speaking.

Therefore, those who want to harm Tamaki Hikaru must die. This is the most straightforward concept of the new witch.

Although he just talked about birth and the witch's fetus, they were just a reference to mysticism.

Tamaki Hikaru doesn't want to really give birth to a child, he is a grown man.

But if this guy didn't give birth to an entity, why did he flash through these messy images?

However, the witch did not answer his question, but looked at him with somewhat sad eyes.

"My Lord, my Father, my love, do you really want to give up the bond of love between us?"

The ring on his hand, I don’t know when, retracted the sharp thorns that pierced deep into the flesh.

The witch relying on Tamaki Hikari's mind could not stop him. When Tamaki Hikaru insisted on cutting off her, she could only passively accept it.

The sunlight evaporated the fog in the forest, and the mystery that the witch relied on for her survival gradually dissipated.

Perhaps the ring took root from the beginning not as deeply as Tamaki Hikari imagined.

That is just a kind of restriction and shackles that Tamaki Hikaru puts on himself.

Subconsciously, he cares too much about his connections with others, turning these connections into shackles and spikes, binding his own flesh and blood.

And when he broke free from this shackles, it naturally could no longer restrain him.

Tamaki Hikaru raised his hand, took off the ring in his hand, and walked towards the witch in front of him.

"I don't hate contracts and bonds, but using spikes or something is a bit too much."

Grabbing the witch's hand and sighing, Tamaki Hikaru put the ring into the witch's palm.

"This is like a child's cut umbilical cord. It's a very precious souvenir, right?"

"Put it away. Although I don't know how you will be born into this world, there should be a time when we can meet again."

Following his own feelings, Tamaki Hikari felt this way for no reason.

I still have a deep entanglement with the witch in front of me.

Since she was born because of herself, there will be some connections and entanglements.

Just like a newborn baby, even if the umbilical cord connected to the mother's body is cut off, there is still a blood connection.

However, the people who will have entanglements with him in the future were personally conceived by him in the past.

Does this count as a mountain of fatherly love in some sense? It doesn’t seem to count?

Whose child is already a teenager when he is born? This certainly doesn't count.

Tamaki Hikari denied it, he is not that kind of bad person.

The witch in front of her looked at the ring in her hand, and her expression became even more sad.

I don’t want to be separated, I don’t want to be born.

But there is nothing I can do, I can't do anything but accept it.

Unborn children cannot decide whether they will live or die and can only follow the arrangements of their parents. Holding the ring in her hand tightly, Tamaki Hikari felt that the witch in front of her was about to cry.

It’s really cheating. I’m both a woman and a child. I wonder if men can’t stand the tears of these two types of people the most?

"Don't make such an expression. Didn't I tell you? We will meet again."

Tamaki Hikaru stretched out his hand and stroked the witch's smooth blond hair.

Her petite figure only reached Tamaki Hikari's chest, and she really looked like a child.

“Think about it this way, if things don’t change, you’ll never even have a name.”

"I won't touch your head or look you in the face like I do now."

"So change is not necessarily a bad thing, and there is no need to be afraid of your own birth."

Tamaki Hikaru comforted him, after all, he might be considered half a father.

If the witch in front of me is really born into this world because of her own operation.

The witch's figure gradually became thinner, the tears on her face gradually stopped, and she raised her eyes to look at Tamaki Hikari.

The sunlight penetrated her body and shone on Tamaki Hikari's body.

"I'll be back."

The witch whispered, taking off the same ring from her hand.

"Take it, protect yourself, don't die."

After placing the ring in Tamaki Hikaru's hand, the witch's figure dissipated into the sunlight along with the fog in the forest.

The ring made of gold melted in Tamaki Hikaru's palm, and the dream in front of him also dissipated with the disappearance of the witch.

"Um"

Tamaki Hikaru, who had fallen asleep on the table, slowly woke up, looked at the manuscript paper in front of him, and twisted his neck.

He fell asleep and seemed to have a dream.

Some vague contents in the dream still have vague impressions.

The witch in the forest, the mist, and bits and pieces of dialogue.

Although it was a bit scattered and his mind was not working very well, Tamaki Hikari still remembered the key points.

He has lost his magic and become an ordinary person.

He opened his right hand, and in his palm was a dark golden dice.

The gold ring melted down and was recast into the die, carrying the last and only true magic.

However, it doesn't seem to make much sense.

Tamaki Hikaru looked at this familiar dice and couldn't even remember that this was once an important prop that he had been chasing for a long time.

Because he doesn't need this kind of thing now.

He took out a pen and wrote a paragraph, then sealed the dice and paper in an envelope with fire paint.

Now, he has other things to do.

I unfolded the story that was almost coming to an end, the story about the witch in the forest.

Tamaki Hikaru recalled the feeling in the dream, and the magical fonts flowed from the tip of his pen onto the paper.

The witch's womb is knotted in words, waiting to be born from this womb one day.

After writing this story thoroughly, Tamaki Hikaru put down his pen, as if he had accomplished something very important.

Just as he was about to stand up, he suddenly jerked his waist and let out a cry of pain because he had been sitting for too long.

"hiss"

Because of magic, Tamaki Hikaru hasn't felt this kind of pain for a long time.

Yachiyo Yayoi, who didn't know when she appeared behind him, put down the things in her hands and gently held his waist.

While pressing it, he said a little naggingly.

"How old are you? You stood up suddenly after sitting for so long. Do you really think you are still young?"

In the study room, the smell of gradually aging paper lingers.

Behind the open curtains, there is some dazzling sunlight.

Yachiyo Yayoi's words made Tamaki Hikaru feel a little dazed, as if a long time had passed inadvertently.

Looking at the aging Tamaki Hikari, Yachiyo Yayoi shook her head and did not tell the specific number of years.

However, Tamaki Hikari was just stunned for a moment and then forgot about this little matter.

"Okay, I'm fine."

Standing up again, Tamaki Hikaru arranged the manuscripts on the table and handed them to Yachiyo Yayoi.

"I've finally finished writing it. Please help me find a publishing house and submit it."

The story was naturally written for people to read. Tamaki Hikaru never thought that after writing it, it would be put away and ate dust.

"Publish?"

Yachiyo Yayoi glanced at it and put the manuscript away.

Of course she has no connections, but for this kind of thing she can just go to Aye or Flanders.

Although Aye said to cut off the relationship, Yachiyo Yayoi and Tamaki Hikaru don't work, so how do they make a living?

There are some things that just because you say it doesn't mean you will actually do it, it's just an attitude.

Seeing Yachiyo Yayoi put it away, Tamaki Hikaru seemed to have settled on something he had been obsessed with for a long time.

Sitting on the chair, he felt that breathing was more difficult than before.

"Yayoi, I am no longer a magician."

After losing the protection of magic, Tamaki Hikaru truly felt how cruel the so-called aging was.

Little by little, I feel my body losing vitality and gradually moving towards death.

"Fortunately Flanders is not here, otherwise she might have fulfilled her long-cherished wish in your current state."

Yachiyo Yayoi complained, then cut her wrist and dripped a trace of blood into Tamaki Hikaru's mouth.

"Drink it. Although it won't delay aging, it will speed up your self-healing ability over a period of time to prevent you from being torn apart."

Tamaki Hikaru, who has lost his magic, is just a fragile human being, an aging human being.

No need for a knife or a bullet, or even an unseasonably cool breeze, a fall could kill him.

Human life is like a piece of grass, something that can be easily taken away.

"I'm not that fragile yet, am I?"

Tamaki Hikaru held his waist and stood up.

Even though he lost his magic, he wasn't so worried about his safety.

There are so many people in the world, and it is impossible for everyone to have a narrow escape at this stage.

It can only be said that the difference between before and after is too big, which may make Yachiyo Yayoi a little too sensitive.

"What are you going to do? Don't you want to take a rest first?"

Seeing that Tamaki Hikari had no intention of resting, Yachiyo Yayoi temporarily gave up her plan to tell Aye.

"It's okay. I know my status very well now. I'm going to go to Li's place."

"My work is done, and I think their work should be done too."

If everything is going to be on a closed path, that's how it should be.

But his condition made Yachiyo Yayoi very worried.

How about informing Aye first and being ready to pick up the corpse?

(End of this chapter)