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ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO TAPPEI NAGATSUKI, THE ORIGINAL AUTHOR OF RE:ZERO STARTING A LIFE IN A DIFFERENT WORLD FROM ZERO, THIS IS A TRANSLATION OF THE FREE JAPANESE WEB NOVEL INTO ENGLISH
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–a woman, there existed a single woman.
The woman, from all aspects, was born and raised as an ordinary village girl.
Loved by her parents, loved by her brothers, she was an ordinary woman who loved her family back as well.
A marriage is decided by the house, like how all village daughters get fixed in a little corner of the cold village. That was the doubtless way of life paved for women.
Such mediocrity of the woman was shattered by a crowd of powerful people who visited the village.
With the bad habit of only wanting what others owned, the powerful forcefully wanted that woman without knowing what was good for themselves.
Even if it’s just a cold village in a small country, the disparity between the powerful could not be erased. The woman cannot go against the request of the powerful. Absurd fate, with no other obtainable outcome.
However, the woman was loved. By her family, by the family she was going to marry into, by the village.
The people burn up in anger, which eventually results in fighting.
The fire spreads, the villagers become militant, and finally burn all the powerful down.
One night, the woman’s position changed dramatically. From a mere ordinary village girl, a group of men who acted as warriors, proposed for marriage.
With the continued flame, the surroundings took an even dangerous turn as powerful appeared one after another.
It went back to everyone who wished for that woman.
In the blink of an eye, the burning flares burn the small country, neighbouring countries, and even the great country.
The knowledge about the existence of that woman spreads, and people start rumouring that she was a heavenly princess of beauty.
The fantasies and illusions overlap, and the slender body of that woman gets seemingly continually crushed by the growing interests and expectations.
Nobody notices anything about that. Neither her family nor the family she was to marry into, neither the citizens, nobody looked at the woman.
When she shook hands, the crowds shouted, if she walked down the road, the people call her out with a wave of tears.
“This, is…… strange. Y-You are mistake……n……”
Covering her face, denying it. This cannot be, this is not possible. I am just a mere village girl, neither a heavenly princess of beauty nor a glittering, thrilling woman of the country, but just a village girl.
Where is such worth in myself.
People are drunk with dreams. Deceived by illusions and dancing for their ideals.
Eventually, the flames, which originated from that woman, start burning away everything even without any brute force.
On top of that all, the proposer kneels in front of that woman. And, holds her.
“–I love you. This victory, these smiling faces of people, everything of it was given to me by you.”
The burning capital, the stacks of corpses, the people shivering in madness.
The villagers who were with her, the family who loved her, the marriage that was to happen with the wish of happiness of that woman.
There is nobody anywhere anymore.
–The woman left without giving an answer to the proposal. Discarding everything, the villagers, her family.
It’s not that she has given it all away. Neither did she wish for this. The woman just lost everything she had.
Losing the things she was supposed to have, her beloved, the woman walks alone on the burnt field.
Even still, dreams, fantasies, ideals do not let the woman escape.
With not a single exception, everyone loves that woman, desire that woman, wish for that woman, making her lose everything.
Everyone loves the woman. It is like a curse. Those who loved, did not even know about what true love is.
“The Witch of Lust” continued to be loved which brought destruction, as she continued seeking for the love she lost.