Reincarnated into a Dark Fantasy Game, Raising a Yandere Witch!

I, Noah Vysland, was hit by a car in my previous life. When I woke up, I had become a six-year-old noble boy.

I thought transmigration was a blessing, until I recovered my memories from my previous life.

This was the dark fantasy game I'd helped create, and I was a nameless background extra who got crushed under rubble three minutes from the start.

Want to survive? There's only one way: win over the most terrifying witch of all, the one who will drive the world to despair.

So, at the age of seven, I walked into the Duke of Reinhardt's estate of my own accord and became the swordsmanship tutor to a black-haired, red-eyed girl.

Her name was Viola.

In the original story, she was the “Calamity of Desire,” a lunatic boss who would sink the protagonist with a single punch and turn all the heroines into slaves when she grew up.

Now she was seven, shy, and spoke so softly it sounded like her voice might break. The maids kept their distance, staying at least three meters away from her.

I told myself: Be kind. Be patient. Just stay alive.

And I did.

I taught her how to hold a sword, warmed her hands when it was cold, and stood guard outside her room on nights when she had nightmares.

Everything was perfect. I was safe. I had survived.

Until one day, she tilted her head and gazed at my reflection in her dark red eyes. Then she said softly:

“Teacher's hands are so cold... But that's all right. That way, nobody else will touch you, right? You're mine, aren't you?”

The wooden sword fell from my hand.

Wait.

I only wanted to raise a bodyguard. How did she turn into...

a yandere?!

She rose onto her tiptoes and gently wiped the corner of my mouth with a white handkerchief.

A stunning smile appeared on her face.

“Hehe, I want everything of yours.”

Help!

This isn't the script I wanted!