I'll die unless someone helps me (Pink Trigger's Power >199)

The answer? Nothing. In this story I've written, Beatrice's presence is the ultimate lose flag. How can anyone who's studied the witch's attacks so thoroughly as I have expect to have any hope of defeating her in the first place? To be a Witch Hunt member is first and foremost to fear Beatrice. You can then study her, love her, examine her, pull apart her legends and mysteries, but the first emotion you experience will always be fear.

So, while I told Gretel I had a plan, I was lying through my teeth. I had a plan to extend my life for just a bit longer before Beatrice murdered me.

"For a 'man of love,' you spend a lot of time closing people out. This is the sort of time where you should rely on friends, isn't it?"

Friends? Do I have anything like that on this island in this story?

"Obviously not. But... for the sake of satisfying my curiosity about how some witch tricked you into writing your own **** over and over again for all eternity, without achieving love and without saving anyone... I'll help you to live for a bit longer."

As she said that, Gretel opened up a diary she kept inside her coat, being careful to hold it beneath the umbrella so that rain wouldn't touch it. From that diary, she summoned her magical servant, Sakutarou, a small child with blond hair, a red scarf, and lion pajamas. While he may not appear very threatening, this being is actually high-class furniture that can manifest himself in the real world and provide a powerful shield that wards evil magic.

Beatrice looked surprised to see him. "To think, Player, that your friend was hiding such high-class magic...!" she chuckled, putting on a smile that looked more serious. "But can he stand up to the stakes?"

"He won't have to," Gretel answered, keeping her cool frown. "I've already contracted every one of the sisters."

This seemed to shock Beatrice. The idea of someone with that sort of magical power existing on Rokkenjima alongside her probably filled her with feelings of both excitement and anxiety. "Oooh... Very good, Gretel. But I have more servants than those! Ronove!" she spoke, then clicked one finger.

At her summon, the demon butler appeared; he was a stately man with a straight back, slick black hair, and a butler's suit on, with one monocle and white gloves. The debonair mustache he wore was one of his signatures. The other was that laugh of his. "Pu ku ku... My Master is having some trouble before her game even begins, it seems."

"It's not trouble! I just wanted to let you stretch your legs a bit before the game begins and you're **** to do nothing but serve cookies for Battler and me for the rest of the evening!" Beatrice pouted. "Go on, take care of that little lion."

"He is a charming one. Greetings, little lion. I am Ronove, ranked 27th of the 72 pillars. And your name is...?"

"Uryuuu... Sakutarou," the child answered uncertainly. "I'm not going to let either of you two hurt my Master...!"

Heh. This battle is actually a fight of shield against shield. It's likely to take quite some time and keep them both busy. For now, let's escape, Gretel!

"I was beginning to wonder if you planned to stay and watch the whole scene," Gretel sighed, as the two of us took off around the house. At the last moment, just past rounding the corner, I summoned great pink wings behind me and leaped into the air. I held Gretel tightly with one arm and my umbrella with the other, dropping the lantern to the ground. Let's find a place we can escape to!

Ah... The feeling of Gretel's breasts pushing against me is not too bad either. But let's ignore that for now and escape to the next scene.