How To Love A Witch

erious, quickly intervened and shouted.
“Iwill not allow anymore to be said!”

“Sir Evan! Why are you, a knight of Havel, protecting a witch?”

“That’s right.
You have to protect us!”

The people who recognized him screamed as if they were in desperation.
I didn’t actually do anything.

He continued to shout.
“This is Havel’s duchess! She may be an evil witch by nature, but she is married to our lord.
You cannot do anything to her!”

I was annoyed he sneaked in that comment about my personality, but Evan out of all people was still taking my side.
I wondered where that came from.

So I watched the situation in silence.

“A witch is a duchess! How could you do this to us?”

“Yes! Let’s meet with our lord! Our lord will listen to us!”

“We must kill that witch right now! Or else the curse on Havel’s land won’t be lifted!”

“We have to burn her right now!”

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“That’s right!”

The young boy’s eyes, which had been stained with fear just a while ago, became filled with anger.

I didn’t understand.
What made them so angry? I didn’t do anything.

However, it wasn’t possible to complain about injustice here.
Typically, there should be someone to listen to my grievances.
But no one would listen to me.
In the first place, they covered their ears.

“Sir Cross, we should return to the castle before things get worse.” I didn’t achieve my goal, but currently, Evan and Betty might be in danger.

I reached out to them.

“Go away, you wicked witch!”

I heard a loud cry from somewhere, and soon a large stone flew at me.

“My lady!”

Maybe I was going crazy.
I heard Betty’s voice, but strangely, I didn’t move.
I could see someone grabbing my shoulders ad shaking me, but it was still the same.

It was a strange phenomenon in which I thought I heard a strange sound in my ear for a moment.
Then I didn’t hear anything.
How much time passed? As my mind started to become clear, the surrounding noise, which I hadn’t heard, swirled around me.

“Get a hold of yourself!”

I came to my senses and looked up at Evan who was in front of me.
His face was pale, perhaps uncharacteristically frightened.

“Miss… Miss Betty.
Sir Cross…”

“Are you out of your mind?!”

I nodded slowly to the question.
Then, I felt something sticky trickle down from my forehead.
Instinctively, I wiped it off.
It turned out to be blood.
Blood was on the back of my hand.

“Ow…”

The pain was next.

“My lady! Oh, goodness, the blood! I’ll stop the bleeding first.
Don’t move, my lady.” At a loss, Betty took out a handkerchief and pressed it on my forehead.

The burning pain made me frown.

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“How does it feel? Are you okay?”

“Oh, this isn’t good… I think you’ll need stitches… It’s impossible to treat it here…”

Before I knew it, Betty, who was looking at her bloody hand, began to tremble.
Evan was also shaking.
Two of them, clearly unsure of what to do, looked pitiful.

“I’m fine,” I said.

“What do you mean you’re fine?”

Ah, of course it wouldn’t work.

“If my lord knows you’ve been hurt, we’re all dead!” Even in this situation, he was worried about himself.
Evan was truly the Annoying Pumpkin Knight.

I was touched he took my side.
That feeling evaporated.

“If you return to the castle, you’ll get in trouble.
And not just you, but also me!”

I frowned at Evan’s words.
He was worried my husband might find out about this.
I couldn’t believe he was going to scold me here, let alone help.

He must be really angry.

“M-My lady…”

“Miss Betty, I’m really fine.
See, I’m not sick or anything either.”

Looking at Evan, I quickly comforted Betty.
I told her to stop crying because I was fine but of course, it was all in vain.
On the contrary, she cried and her tears fell onto the bloodstained handkerchief.
Betty and Evan weren’t the only ones.
When I suddenly bled, I saw the people around us were also somewhat embarrassed.
What? Were they scared?

“Get out! Make way!” Evan yelled and drew his sword.

The crowd seemed not interested in budging and looked around.

“How could you…”

“If our lord finds out about this, do you think he’ll stay still?”

“Ah…!”

They seemed to be frozen on the spot.
It seemed not only the soldiers of the enemy were afraid of my husband, known as the Black Reaper.