Unlike the two continents, which was called the human continent, one continent was a land where different races live together.
Witches, wolves, and bats were living in peace while protecting their respective lands.
âIt was only at first.â
Over time, as the number of clans increased, territorial wars began to break out, which became more vicious and fiercer.
It was due to the nature of each race that instinctively hated each other.
Among them, the great witch, Mirania, was only interested in defending the witches, and neither were the wolves nor the bats, except when a fight! broke out.
So, until they aim after their own hearts.
âHeâs probably crawling on the ground by now.â
<b>The main character of this world who gains great power after 20 years and becomes the head of his race at a ridiculously young age.</b>
Not all clans lived together on one continent.
A small number of different races were mixed with humans on the 2nd continent. Among them, there was a rare species of fairies.
Alice, the precious daughter of the fairy family, was the heroine of this world.,
Alice, who was diagnosed with a rare disease.
Whatâs important was that sheâs the object of the Lords of wolf and bats obsession
In fact, it wouldnât matter if they were obsessed over her. If it hadnât been for Miraniaâs heart to be the cure for her disease.
âOf all things, itâs my heart.â
It really was a joke of fate.
The male lead, who was busy biting and sucking bitterly now, would aim for Miraniaâs life, which was related to the disease of Alice, the heroine that was suffering
Aliceâs rare disease, called Witchâs Diseaseâ because it has no cure, and could only be healed with the heart of the Great Witch.
The male lead, who found out about it, was aiming for Miraniaâs heart,
âIf my heart was torn from my chest, I would have to die.â
Somehow she kept coming back again and again.
âItâs always been this moment every time.â
When I open my eyes, I sit at the negotiating table familiarly, and the blood and flesh of the foe banging with its fur straighten up.
No matter how hard I think about it, the future was blurry
Iâm at a loss.â
Anyway, this world must be completely ruined.
There was no way to know whether the Creator was dead or just crazy, but this world was ruined. Thatâs why this âexact timeâ kept repeating.
I have to find a solution.â
It was already the 10th time that I have returned, and again Iâm spending the same 20 years. Now Iâm really sick and tired of it, Iâm going crazy. There was one and the only thing I wanted.
Itâs deathâŚ
If it were normal, I would have already been put to rest and returned to dirt. Iâm simply tired of all of it.
After repeating the same life countless times, everything became dull and boring.
Wouldnât this life continue if the male leads die completely after fulfilling their lives?
If so, thereâs one way I thought about it.
âI have to get my hands on the male leadsâŚâ
What I basically wanted was to neutralize them.
Of course, I didnât think about it once or twice.
Iâve been thinking about it since I realized how many times Iâve regressed, why I kept returning, and the truth of this world.
There are also a number of ways Iâve tried.
At first, I tried to build up my strength to deal with male masters.
However, for some reason, the male leads became much stronger than I remembered. The two of them collaborated and I died because I couldnât beat them.
After the second return, I went straight to the male leads and fed them with poison. I was satisfied that I had removed the threatening sprouts from the roots
However, when the time came, the male lords jumped out to see where she was hiding and attacked her.
The results were terrible.
I died even more brutally for revenge.â
After the third regression, I tried to exterminate the species altogether. So I trained the witches to wage war against the two races.
She proceeded even though it was very inconsistent with her disposition, but unfortunately, it did not work in the end.
âAt that time, the Witches themselves were destroyed.â
In the fourth life, I went to find the heroine Alice. Obviously, I put on a freezing curse to her, and a passing human wizard intervened to save the heroine.
At this time, the male lords were much angrier.â
By the time of my fifth return, I realized that this world had a set fate and that the flow had been broken.
So I also learned that killing the heroine and the male leads was useless.
âDamn it.â
But I couldnât believe it at first, so I tried hard, but now I know I couldnât do anything about it.
But I couldnât just give up.
Now, on her tenth return, Mirania looked at the conference hall, which had already become a mess, with dull eyes.
âYes, you bat bastard. Letâs give it a try.â
âHuh. Clenching your fists in vulgar ways.â
âWhy donât you hide your dirty fangs if you want to talk about culture? Bloody monster.â
âOh my? Itâs also an oily fountain. I donât covet dog-smelling blood at all. What should I do with this?â,
It wasnât easy to make up oneâs mind when I see the two beings squirming and blabbing at each other.
However, Mirania has decided to carry out the plan that they have been thinking about in this life.
âStop it.â
âMirania, itâs all because your witches are talking about..â,
âMouth.â
The two closed their mouths and opened their eyes round like âYouâre not going to untie this?â, âWhyâd you curse us!â like growling through their eyes.
Wolves of flesh, Bats of darkness, and Witches of curse and magic. In addition, the Great Witch has one more natural ability.
It wasnât difficult to cast this kind of magic.
Mirania sealed the mouths of the two chiefs and first left the conference hall. She wants to avoid the situation that would happen later.
Crack!
Splash!
With a roar coming from behind, Mirania rubbed her ears.
Anyway, the effect of the magic I put toward the chiefs doesnât last long. At most for a day.
The conference room, where the fight would have taken place as soon as she left, had already been pushed out of her head.
Todayâs meeting was caused by the frequent fighting of the three races. The meeting itself, which has become a battlefield, has no meaning.
There would be a âFirst Continental Witch Forest Agreementâ soon anyway. Itâs pointless to deal with them todayâ
It was about the male characters that filled Miraniaâs head right now.
Tenth life. This time, Iâm definitely going to die and rest permanently.
âOh, Mirania. Stop for a second.â
Chera, who had been chasing Mirania after leaving the neutral zone building, sprinkled herbal water on Mirania.
Mirania was not surprised anymore. No matter how fast the meeting ended, Chera always followed her
This was already the tenth time.
âYou need to get rid of the smell. Are you thinking of making the witches vomit?â
Mirania strode indifferently, and Chera followed persistently and sprayed medicinal water on her body.
âChera.â
âYes? Oh, itâs because I want you to stop.â
âI have to get the male leads.â
âWho? Wait what, male leads?â
âThatâs a unique name,â Chera murmured, while desperately spraying to get rid of the smell on Mirania.
If you know that the male leads were Grecan, the son of the head of the wolf clan, and Leberians, the son of the head of the bat clan, you would be scared and say that I was crazy.
âOr maybe youâd take out a knife.â
Well, Iâll have to explain later, considering Cheraâs reaction every time I would visit the male leads.
âIf so, when should I try?â
Yes. In fact, it was a problem that I didnât even have to think about.
âNowâs the time!
When theyâre in their weakest. Itâs only this time where they havenât met Alice yet
âBecause brainwashing and discipline would work well on them right now.â
Mirania curled up the corners of her mouth gracefully
The witchâs castle was not as grotesque as humans on the two continents would commonly think.
It was rather like a vampire den, and witches were more nature-friendly.
A living tree winds up the castle and acts as a gatekeeper.
As Mirania approaches, the tree at the entrance slowly recedes.
When an unauthorized person stands in front of it, like a natural gatekeeper it solidifies and does not move.
Mirania winces as she enters with a blank face.
âMirania!â
Chera, who received the treeâs whisper, ran out.
Cheraâs red hair poked up as she ran with her feet hard.
âIt looked like red and angry cherry tomatoes.
âYouâre angry.
I was expecting Cheraâs reaction.
In my past life, which I donât know how many times it was, I escaped alone when I went out to kill Grecan, the male wolf, but when I returned, Chera was looking for me with a fire in her mouth.
At that time, I thought a ferocious red dragon had emerged and possessed Chera.
âMirania! Where have you been? Nobody wants you toâŚâ,
As she approached, Chera sputtered and was excited, but stopped talking when she saw the hands of Mirania.
âIâm not a child. Whatâs the matter when I go out alone?â,
Mirania muttered rather timidly.
âHow could you say that? You disappeared silently last year and then you were found in the neutral zonel And youâre also asleep! It would have been a big deal if you were discovered by a race other than a witch.â
âWell, No oneâs going to attack me recklessly⌠Oh, was it when we havenât reached an agreement yet?â
âWhat are you talking about?â
<b>Currently, the agreement has not been made, each one of them pulls out their claws or sticks when they discover other races.</b>
âItâs tiring to keep fighting, so itâd be better to make an agreement quickly.â
I would smell the beast and the blood again, butâŚ
I recalled that the regular meeting a while ago ended in a mess.
It used to be a little tolerable, but now itâs very annoying to gather and holler.
In terms of the time I have lived, itâs too helpless because the time has passed for a long time to return to dirt.
So.
âŚShall I put it off?â
I quickly changed my mind, but the male leads were still quiet.
Chera had been nailing her gaze to Miraniaâs hand.
âMirania.â
âHuh?â
âHey, just in case, itâs not a dog, was it?â
Chera pouted on one side of her cheeks redder than her hair. I donât want to laugh, but I think I should laugh because of the atmosphere.
At Cheraâs words, Mirania looked down at her hand,
The little beast, clinging to her two fingers, caught her eye and showed its teeth.
Itâs exhausted face was quickly covered with a ferocious expression.
The four fangs were too big and sharp to be called an ordinary dog, let alone the others.
Cheraâs face, who never expected the situation, turned white.