Shirou had misunderstood. He had from the very beginning.
Because Arisu had actually already obtained what she truly wanted from him.
Arisu had never hoped that Shirou would become her possession.
She did have a possessive streak.
As a witch, Arisu possessed stronger possessiveness and jealousy than anyone else.
But for Shirou's sake, she didn't mind casting aside such vulgar things. What she had to obtain at any cost—
That was something more precious than romantic love between a man and a woman, something the witch yearned for... a "place to belong."
But just now, Arisu had destroyed all of it with her own hands.
Because of her ugly desires, she had killed the only person in the world who understood her—the person who cherished her most in this world.
Until the very end, Shirou had still been thinking about her, yet she had killed him with her own hands.
"--------Ah."
The instant Shirou breathed his last, something "revived" in Arisu's mind.
It was... a memory.
A memory that did not belong to her.
A memory from the future.
The precious treasure—the memory—that meant so much to Shirou was the week he had spent living with someone in the mansion.
The selfish witch had killed the boy and stolen all those memories as well, making them her own.
"Ah, ah, ah... Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"
Alice Kuonji finally collapsed while holding Shirou.
Deep in the Forest of No Return she had created herself, she began to sob aloud.
"No... No... No, no, no, no, no, no...! Amamiya-kun, boo-hoo!"
Tears kept welling up and dripping onto the boy's face.
"I was wrong... I'm sorry... Boo-hoo, I shouldn't have been so selfish... I shouldn't have tried to get your attention this way!"
The witch wailed as she forced a fawning smile at the boy's tightly