"People are afraid in the United States, accompanied by witches".
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Ghosts, demons, clowns, murderers, aberrations ravage the world, and the chosen people live in dire straits.
And when Robb, bearing the Book of Containment, came down to the world, about to give the gospel, and so on.
This is off to the wrong start!
Listen to the girl lying on her body repeat crying "sorry myself".
The future people's loving father, the only savior, the world's strongest exorcist, medium, heavenly master, and the supreme witch panicked.
Could it be that..... himself has a little green on his head?
Chapter 1
"Woo-woo～～ Robb! Sorry! Sorry! I don't want that either! It's all my fault! I'mreallysorry.
As soon as Robb regained consciousness, he heard the girl's crying apology ringing in his ears.
Robb's first reaction was to think that his girlfriend had dyed his head a little green.
Soon, though, he realized he didn't have a girlfriend.
So, what's going on right now?
How come there's girls lying on themselves crying?
Robb wants to open his eyes to find out, and a sudden, violent headache forces him to stop.
At this moment, a more mature female voice sounded in his ear, interrupting the girl's crying.
"It's not your fault, baby. If you really want to blame me, blame me and your dad." The girl's mother came to comfort her.
The girl still blames herself: "No! It's I killed Robb! It's all my fault!"
Wait!
Killed Robb???
I'm not dead yet!
I can salvage!
Robb, not caring about the headache, was about to shout it out, only to find that he could not open his mouth.
He endured the headache and wanted to open his eyes again, but no matter how hard he tried, it was useless.
As if the body is not its own.
Beside, no strange mother-daughter conversation continues with Robb.
"No! It's not Zoe's fault. There are some truths that I should have told you long ago."
". . . . . Truth?"
"Yes, truth! Your great-grandmother has had such genetic pain. I had prayed that you would not inherit such blood, but God obviously did not listen to my prayers. Zoe, I'm sorry, but from now on you'll have to go down another path."
"Mom, I don't understand what you mean."
"Witchblood, Zoe, this is not a fictional legend, it is a real fact. Power derived from the witches of Salem has been flowing through our family's bloodline. But not every generation or every girl will inherit. Your great-grandmother gained this power and became a witch. And you, Zoe, I don't know whether to say lucky or unlucky, you're also a witch now."
"Witch?" The girl couldn't believe it.
Witch?
Robb, who had been listening, was surprised at the same time.
For some reason, he suddenly felt a hint of familiarity, always feeling as if he had seen it somewhere.
Just as he was desperately thinking, a voice from Zoe's mother continued:
"Robb's death I'm sorry, it was an accident that no one wanted to see. So Zoe, in order for this accident not to happen again in the future, you have to learn to control the power of witches. I've called the council, and next they'll pick you up for the city of New Orleans. There's a boarding college there for girls like you, and you're going to be safe there."
"You're sending me away? But Robb.
"Don't worry, I will arrange Robb's funeral."
"No.
No!!!
Robb yelled.
He didn't want to be cremated or lie in a coffin for the rest of his life.
I'm alive!
At this moment, a strong desire to survive spawn Robb's infinite power.
The invisible force that had imprisoned all his actions was finally broken.
After a book-like shadow flashed in his mind, Robb, who had no time to think, reluctantly opened his eyes, raised his arms with difficulty, and used his last bit of strength to greet the mother and daughter on the side:
"Hey. . . . . I think. . . I can still save it."
After saying that, Robb's eyes darkened and he fainted.
"Robb!!!"
The next second, the girl screams in surprise and the girl's mother exclaims in disbelief.
.....
Robb wakes up again and finds himself lying on top of a hospital bed.
A youthful blonde girl is lying on her bedside and falling asleep exhausted.
As Robb looks at her, a litany of past memories suddenly flashes through his mind.
Zoe Benson, her girlfriend at school, wants to get her first taste of forbidden fruit, and the two meet up at home, where he helps bring in the door.
As a result, I didn't expect that I was fine when I first entered, and I died within a few seconds.
No!
Robb shook his head vigorously, and another new memory poured into his mind.
In another world, he was originally a carefree college student from China. He once found a very simple book in an old bookstall and was about to return to the dormitory to study it. Unexpectedly, when he was crossing the road, he ran a red light. The speeding sports car hit him, and then there was no more in that world.
So yourself this is crossing?
Recalling another memory in his mind, Robb discovers that he actually looks exactly like himself.
That's how this death was so bizarre.
Just..... how come this opening is so familiar?
Weird way to die, witch, Zoe.
Robb is startled and quickly turns his head towards his cheap girlfriend, reaching out to push the messy hair in front of the other person's face away, and a pure and sweet Western girl face comes into view.
Sure enough!
No wonder so familiar!
Isn't this one of the heroines of the coven of the three American and Horror witches.
In this way, he is replacing the unlucky boyfriend who originally received his lunch box within a few seconds of appearing on the scene, and has become Zoe's current boyfriend.
How could this happen?
Robb is puzzled.
And Zoe, who heard the movement, opened his eyes at this moment.
The moment she saw that her boyfriend had woken up, she threw herself into Robb's arms without thinking, and said excitedly: "Thank God! Robb it's nice that you're alive! It freaked me out before! Really sorry! I didn't expect that to happen either! It's all my fault.
Zoe incoherently recounts her guilt and joy again.
Feeling the girl's youthful ketone body in her arms, Robb came back to his senses and said: "I. . . . . ."
Before he could finish speaking, Robb felt his eyes dark and his mouth was wrapped in warmth.
This this.
Robb, who has experienced the passion of Western girls for the first time, is a little overwhelmed.
What's even more terrible is that he has little experience.
Ultimately, Robb can only accept everything passively.
The welcome ceremony, which had come through time, did not finally come to an end until the monitor at the bedside almost called the police because of his beating heart.
Still a little shocked, Robb convinces himself to accept it all.
After all, there's nothing to be picky about getting a new lease of life.
Looking aside, he sometimes handed himself water to drink, and sometimes peeled fruit for himself to eat. He obeyed his words and his eyes were full of his own Zoe. Robb, who had just arrived, breathed a sigh of relief with satisfaction.
Give a sweet girl friend at the beginning, who wouldn't like it.
Um. . . . . Although this girlfriend is a black widow.
It's not the sexy widowed lady in black leather in the American manga, but the real sense of eating her boyfriend without spitting out her skin.
But.
Better than those who don't have a girlfriend until the end of a book.
Chapter 2
Hospital wards.
Just as Robb is enjoying Zoe's meticulous care, a sudden exclamation rings out:
"What a pure love! It reminds me of when I was younger."
Robb and Zoe are startled and look in the direction of their voices, and at some point there is an extra woman with long orange hair dressed as a lady in a shawl dress and long lace gloves on the ward seat.
"Who are you?" Zoe stands up and politely asks the strange woman.
"Me? With Zoe you're kind. You can call me Myrtle." The woman named Myrtle takes off her sunglasses and introduces herself with a smile.
"Similar?" Thinking of what her mother said earlier, Zoe is amazed, "are you..... the witch?"
"Honey, you should ask 'Are you a witch too'. You're one of us these days, too."
Myrtle got up and walked over. Zoe was very uncomfortable and stroked her face as if admiring the beautiful painting
"As soon as the Council received the letter from your mother, I rushed over. Fewer girls awaken to Salem blood today. Each discovery is significant good news for the Council."
"Zoe, ready? Go to New Orleans and join where you really belong."
When Zoe heard this, she first glanced at Robb, who had been quiet since Myrtle appeared, then faced Myrtle, shook her head and said: "No! I don't want to go to New Orleans, I'm staying here!"
Myrtle smiled lightly, sighed slightly, and said, "Honey, this is not what you want. The Council has a duty to keep every witch safe. Although it is not the Middle Ages, the persecution of witches has always existed in the outside world. Just the other day, a girl who, like you, awakened the power of witches was burned alive as a devil by a gang of foolish people. Zoe, you don't want to end up like that either. Plus.
At this point, Myrtle suddenly looked at Robb in the hospital bed, with an unexpected look on his face: "Not everyone can climb back from the underworld as lucky as your little boyfriend. Zoe, you need to learn to control your powers. I'm right, the boy named Robb?"
"Yes. . . . . Yes. " Faced with the real witch's gaze, Robb, who had previously volunteered to act as a background wall, grudgingly smiles.
On seeing the first side of Myrtle, he recognized the other.
After all, her myrtle look is too conspicuous.
It was because he recognized each other that Robb had been quietly a handsome man.
With "his little arms and calves, he doesn't want to get involved in a group of witch struggles with brain problems".
Although Zoe's reluctance to go to the Witch Academy for his own sake moved him somewhat, he would rather the move not exist.
Especially now when Myrtle seems to be dissecting a corpse, looking at himself with curious eyes.
"The Benson family's witch abilities are clear to me. Never in history has there been a case of someone who survived being hurt. I have to say, Robb, give me another surprise." Myrtle said to Robb with a smile.