(A/N):
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WITCH FOREST...
SPRING FESTIVAL ARENA...
The festival arena was a swirl of color and magic—
Witches dressed as spirits, beasts, and ancient mythical creatures danced, cackled, and performed skits for the cheering crowd.
Into this chaos walked.
Diamondhead, gleaming like a walking treasure chest.
Charlotte, dressed like a forest spirit.
Dorothy, in her phoenix-feather costume.
And dozens of witches, staring like they'd just spotted a mountain of diamonds.
"DORO-CHAN!!"
A tiny blur shot through the air—
And
SLAM!
Wrapped itself around Dorothy's back like an excited koala.
It was a loli-looking witch,
Big eyes shimmering with mischief.
"DORO-CHAN! You came back for the festival!"
She nuzzled Dorothy's cheek dramatically.
"I missed you! I missed you sooo much!"
Dorothy, usually lazy in person, wheezed.
"H-Hey… Lilka… c-can you get down…?"
"Nope! You escaped the Witch Forest years ago, so I'm claiming you!"
Ben chuckled.
Chuckle~
"...."
Charlotte had a tiny twitch in her eye.
Then Lilka finally turned and froze.
"...."
Her eyes widened.
Her pupils became star-shaped.
TWINKLE! TWINKLE!
And then—
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!"
She pointed at Diamondhead like a child seeing Santa Claus.
"A MADE-OF-JEWELS-MAN! A LIVING-GEM-GUY! A SHINY WALKING TREASURE!!"
Every witch in a 30-meter radius snapped their heads toward Diamondhead.
"JEWELS??"
"WHERE??"
"IS HE REAL??"
"I want to TOUCH HIM!!"
A crowd formed in seconds.
Dozens of witches leaned in, hands twitching like they were reaching for candy.
"Can we pet him?"
"Can we touch his arm?"
"Just one poke—just ONE—"
Charlotte immediately grabbed Diamondhead's hand and glared like a territorial cat.
"No."
The witches froze.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Then pouted.
Pouts~
"Awww…"
"Just a little?"
"He looks so smooth and shiny…"
A bold witch leaned forward anyway—
—and BONK!
Charlotte smacked her hand away with her wand.
"No."
Diamondhead coughed awkwardly.
COUGH~
"UH—MAYBE DON'T BREAK MY ARMS? THEY'RE… CRYSTAL."
Dorothy facepalmed.
"...."
Lilka, still clinging to Dorothy like a scarf, raised a hand dramatically.
Sigh~
"Okay! Okay! Fine! We won't touch the shiny man."
Dozens of witches groaned.
"But! Since Doro-chan is back—"
She pointed to the stage.
"—you HAVE to perform! It's tradition!"
Dorothy shrank.
"I-I don't perform much anymore—"
"You do now!"
Then Lilka pointed at Diamondhead and Charlotte.
"And YOU TWO! Come perform too!"
Charlotte blinked.
"Me?"
Lilka nodded enthusiastically.
Nod~
"You're gorgeous and spooky and spritely! The witches will LOVE you!"
Charlotte blushed slightly.
"W-well… I suppose… if Ben is participating…"
Lilka grinned wide and crooked at Ben.
Grin~
"And the jewel husband—"
Diamondhead stiffened.
"I—EXCUSE ME?"
Charlotte's eye twitched again.
Twich~
"...."
Dorothy sighed into her palm.
Sigh~
The Witches Swarm With Excitement.
More witches gathered, cheering.
"LET THE JEWEL MAN PERFORM!"
"SHOW US YOUR MAGIC!"
"SPARKLE FOR US!!"
Ben could only stare helplessly as Charlotte dragged him forward before the crowd swallowed him whole.
The arena was packed with witches in costumes—
Fairies, demons, ghosts, spirits of fire and forest.
Lanterns floated overhead.
Music played.
The MC witch announced:
"Next performers—Dorothy, Forest Spirit Charlotte, and—"
She squinted at Diamondhead.
"…the walking gemstone??"
A roar of cheers.
"SHINY!!"
"SPARKLEBOY!!"
"LET HIM GLITTER!!"
BACKSTAGE...
Ben barely took one step backstage before—
Five witches pounced on him.
"Hold still! We're polishing you!"
"I brought a magic buffer!"
"I want to shine his elbows!"
Diamondhead panicked, hands up.
"HEY—HEY—WAIT—STOP—THIS IS HARASSMENT—!"
Charlotte spun around, her forest-spirit costume fluttering.
"...."
She saw three witches polishing his cheeks and two trying to buff his arm.
Charlotte snapped.
"GET. YOUR. HANDS. OFF. MY. MAN."
The temperature dropped.
The witches froze…
"...."
"...."
"...."
Then apologized in synchronized panic.
"S-s-sorry!!"
"We didn't know he was TAKEN—!!"
"He's too shiny—temptation!!"
Dorothy, already in costume, sighed
Sigh~
"This is why I left."
ONSTAGE...
Dorothy choreographed a simple "Spirit Dance" tradition.
A Phoenix Spirit (Dorothy)
A Forest Sprite (Charlotte)
And a Crystal Guardian the name given by the witches aka Dimond Head(Ben)
The witches cheered wildly as they stepped onto the platform.
Music began—
Soft drums and glowing lanterns floating around.
Dorothy started gracefully—
Feathers swirling, she danced like a phoenix rising.
Charlotte followed—
Her movements elegant, magical vines swirling around her feet.
Ben?
Ben had no idea what he was doing.
He moved stiffly.
Like a shiny golem imitating dance steps.
Witches giggled fondly
Giggle~
"He's adorable."
"He's trying so hard."
"He's sparkling!"
"Look—he's reflecting the lantern light—so pretty!"
Halfway through, a bold witch in the audience shouted.
"HEY DIAMOND BOY! MARRY ME!!"
Charlotte froze.
"...."
Then slowly… turned.
Her smile was sweet.
Her eyes were murderous.
She raised her hands—
BOOM!
Vines wrapped around Ben's waist and pulled him toward her.
She slid an arm around him and continued the dance—
Possessively.
Dorothy almost missed a step.
The witches squealed.
"KYAAAA—FOREST SPIRIT GIRL IS CLAIMING HIM—!!"
Charlotte whispered through a stiff smile:
"Dance properly or I'm going to set this stage on fire."
Ben whispered back.
"I don't know the STEPS—!!"
She hissed.
"Follow my lead."
And then—
Charlotte transformed the dance.
She took control.
Guiding Ben with smooth, assertive steps.
Spinning him like a glittering top.
Pulling him close so he moved on instinct.
Making it look like a romantic spirit duet.
The witches SCREAMED.
"A SPIRIT LOVERS DANCE!!"
"SHE'S SO COOL!"
"HE'S SO SHINY!!"
"KISS! KISS! KISS!"
Dorothy sighed loudly.
Sigh~
"...."
MEANWHILE...
Deep in her crimson, candle-lit castle—
The Witch Queen watched through her raven's eyes.
"...."
At first she was curious.
Then she saw Ben dancing with Charlotte.
Charlotte pressed against him.
Charlotte's hand on his waist.
Charlotte's smile.
Ben's crystal arms around her.
The raven screen cracked from magic pressure.
Witch Queen muttered.
"…That forest brat."
Her magic surged.
Another raven perched nervously beside her.
She whispered with a smile that did NOT reach her eyes.
"He came to MY festival… and he dances with HER?"
The room temperature dropped 20 degrees.
The ravens shuffled back like terrified chickens.
"I see… I must rearrange matters."
At the last beat of the music—
Charlotte grabbed Ben's hand and spun him toward her—
Chest to chest.
Ben stumbled, catching her by instinct.
The witches ERUPTED.
"KISS! KISS! KISS! KISS!"
Dorothy coughed loudly.
"We're DONE. END OF PERFORMANCE."
The applause was thunderous.
Clap! Clap!
Even witches who hated men were swooning.
"That man sparkles perfectly."
"They look like a fairy couple…"
"Spirit King and Forest Queen!"
"I WANT A SHINY HUSBAND TOO—!!"
Charlotte smirked proudly.
Smirk~
Ben blushed but didn't visible in his Diamondhead's crystal body.
"...."
Dorothy dragged both of them offstage before the witches tried to lift Ben like a trophy.
BACKSTAGE...
The moment they stepped backstage—
The witches returned.
"NOW can we polish him?"
"Just a LITTLE?"
"His elbows look dull!"
Charlotte summoned vines again.
"No."
The witches pouted.
Pout~
"Forest-senpai is too strong…"
"She's blocking the treasure…"
Dorothy bonked their heads lightly with her wand.
"Leave the shiny one alone."
The celebrations were still roaring—
Laughter, drums, fireworks of mana—
Until suddenly…
The music died.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Witches stopped mid-step.
Mid-drink.
Mid-bite.
A hush rolled through the crowd like a cold wave.
The sea of witches parted,
Backs straight, hands clasped, eyes wide.
Because walking down the center path—
Was the one person they NEVER expected to see here.
The Witch Queen.
Their ruler.
The ancient sovereign of the Witch Forest.
The woman who had not left her palace during this festival in over a century.
And worse—
More shocking—
More unbelievable—
She was in a costume.
Every witch's jaw dropped.
Their queen—
Who usually wore blood-red robes, bone jewelry, and eyes cold enough to freeze storms—
Was now gracefully walking in a figure-hugging costume of shadow-black feathers,
With a flowing back cape like raven wings,
And a fitted corset embroidered with runes that shimmered violet.
Her hair, normally massive and wild, was braided with enchanted crystals.
Her golden eyes glowed beneath a half-mask shaped like a raven's face.
It was a mix of.
Regal power
Dark beauty
Eerie seduction
Deadly elegance
A sight so surreal that even the wind held its breath.
A nearby witch fainted.
Another whispered.
"…Is this a dream?"
"No… this is a hallucination…"
"Someone slap me—"
SLAP
"OW!!"
"…She's real."
Even Dorothy froze, eyes wide.
"...."
Dorothy—
Who had grown up here,
Had seen the queen's worst moods—
Could only whisper under her breath.
"…She's actually participating? In a… costume…? Impossible…"
Charlotte swallowed hard.
Gulp~
"...."
Ben—
Still in Diamondhead form—
Felt every witch's fear rise like a tidal wave.
She ignored every witch.
Ignored the games.
Ignored the festival.
Ignored the stage.
Her footsteps echoed like a command from the heavens.
She walked directly to Diamondhead and stopped in front of him.
A few witches gasped.
"Is… is she going to execute him?!"
"No, she invited him."
"Maybe she'll declare him a holy artifact!"
"No, a consort!"
"A WHAT—?!"
Charlotte moved protectively beside Ben, but the queen's aura flicked once—
"...."
And vines withered around her feet.
Dorothy stepped forward—
"W-Witch Queen—"
The Queen raised one finger.
"...."
Dorothy shut up instantly.
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