It is a short story composed from

MV

It's from Luka-san, please!!!

Very pitiful.

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Luka-Witch Hunt[From MV]

The cool breeze blows through her pink hair, making it look long and silky. A lace hat tied loosely on his head floated in the wind. A hand reached out to its full length but was unable to hold it back. What fate Someone's strong hand grabbed it and handed it back to a figure running after him.

“Yours?” asked a man with light purple hair pulled back into a ponytail.

“Yes.” Even though she didn't know who the man in front of her was. But his personality, dress, and complexion all indicate his stature very well.

“What is your name? My name is Gakupo.” The tall man's lips opened in a gentle smile that made the person in front of him blush faintly.

"Lu...Luka, you." Oh my gosh, it's a prince. Even so, he's so handsome... No matter how much you think about it, it can only be seen on his face.

“Hahahaha, your face is really red. I know what you're thinking. I'm handsome, right?'' His eyes sparkled. You're teasing a cute person. So happy

“No, no, sir.....” The two were still talking before they saw someone in the corner of the building.

"for!!! Do you think I don't know? Who are you?” A petite woman in a monk's robe gritted her teeth. She knew that Luka was actually no ordinary human. But Luke is a witch. Definitely not a bad person. However, the word "witch" is the opposite of the word "priest" like you. And even more so, the prince in her dreams looked satisfied with the witch she had just met. She couldn't accept it.

Actually, she herself had known about Luka being a witch for a long time. But she did not spread the matter because she saw that Luka himself had not caused any trouble. If not, then Witches will be burned alive. Because at this time The word witch in the eyes of the townspeople means no different than an evil demon. If you tell it, the enemy of your heart will be eliminated.

Oh my God, Hatsune Miku, what path should the Imperial Court Priest choose? But even God cannot fill my heart. Please forgive me. But I've made up my mind. You will choose your path by yourself...

not long after The young priestess with blue-green hair named Miku kept telling the prince that the Luka the prince knew was only superficial. Her true self is both evil and despicable. Two-faced and a devil in human form. In addition to this, Miku also said many bad things.

Once you've cultivated it, Then he told the prince the truth: Luka was a witch.

Prince Gakupo is shocked to learn the truth about who the girl he fell in love with really is. But with the love that is given The prince therefore decided not to execute Luka and waited to hear the truth from her mouth first. But it's too late. The townspeople did not make that decision either. They all know this truth and are surrounding the young woman, Megurine Luka.

Blue eyes as clear as precious stones were trembling with fear from the many people chasing her. Finally, the slender legs lost the strength to continue running and fell. A deafening noise sounded around her. Luka looked past the curtain of tears. She saw many hands reaching out towards her. Big, wide eyes

Where is the prince? Help me, what exactly is this? Or the truth has been revealed But she hasn't done anything wrong yet. Is the existence of a witch keeping the city in balance really a sin? In the end, Luka was taken by the villagers to the city square. where there was a large cross sitting on a pile of hay Seeing just this, she knew her own fate.

In the hands of the townspeople who came to watch were stones of various sizes. Prepare to punish the evil witch. Prince Gakupo, who had just arrived, immediately ran towards the pink-haired girl. The sounds of gossip sounded all around. Everyone was stunned when they saw the actions of the next city ruler. And then there was a shout.

“Do you see the evil witch as better than the city and its people? Choose to protect a woman and hundreds of thousands of citizens. Have you thought about it well or not?” At the end of the hero's voice, there were loud voices of support.

Prince Gakupo raised his hand as a gesture to stop this duty, the burden he had carried since birth. He must do it. Just like Father did. He was a great monarch and loved by the people. But first love must end as well. The prince looked at the woman who was his heart.

“I'm sorry, Luka, love and duty really can't go together.” With that, His Majesty used the sword to cut off his long, pink hair until it was only shoulder-length. The remaining hair fluttered around the girl's confused and disappointed face. The prince's actions meant that he could be executed.

“La mortz est super nos!(

Death is our judgment)” The calm voice of the man who presided over the execution spoke in the silence. Manly tears streamed down his cheeks. His hands gripped his lover's hair tightly.

The two men who captured Luka dragged her to death row. Bind her to a large cross. Luka could only keep his head down. She suddenly looked up at the sky. And then she screamed The magic she had almost forgotten was crying out to be revealed to the outside.

At this moment, the flames of hatred of the surrounding people burned as brightly as the light and wind that swirled around the executioner. As the light and smoke cleared, the “witch’s” true body was revealed. The ten thick ropes that bound her thin body were easily torn. Huge black wings spread out gracefully and easily carried the ornate body up into the evening sky with a single flutter.

Everyone looked up with stunned expressions. The woman looked down as well. But not looking at everyone She looked down at the man who stood holding the strands of hair he had cut and the onyx wing feathers that had fallen just moments ago. The prince, her first and only love, looked at her with longing, remorseful, and stunned eyes.

Clear water droplets dripping from the sky onto the ground. Thin lips moved, words that pierced deep into the throbbing lump in the prince's chest. Even though there was no sound escaping from her pretty lips. But the prince knew exactly what she had said.

“Farewell... my beloved prince.”

FIN.