Chapter 229
Chapter 229
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 229
Chapter Title: People Trapped in the Past (5)
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A typical witch never would have noticed.
Even if the mana Siu emitted during his climax was powerful, Orgel's mana concealment effect was tremendous.
Just as a massive stealth aircraft registers as a mere small bird on radar, the mana emissions from within Orgel were scaled down to an utterly minuscule level.
Even Tiphereth wouldn't have sensed those waves if her place hadn't been right below.
But Eloa had a constitution extremely sensitive to mana noise, and above all, the distance was far too close.
"What is it...?"
Eloa drew her heirloom, the Contract Sword.
The Contract Sword, engraved with twelve characters, responded to her call and revealed its brilliant form in mid-air.
Despite the various incidents, Tiphereth fundamentally trusted Siu.
She suspected some connection to Ea, but knew he was no ally of the public enemies.
She had believed that with ironclad certainty.
Yet this wave felt utterly abnormal.
She felt the need to confirm the truth of the matter.
"I contract."
Eloa didn't hesitate.
Mana-reflective light began to shimmer in her magenta eyes.
She had activated the Light of Truth, which pierced through falsehoods and lies.
Not merely magical illusions—even a one-meter-thick concrete wall could be seen through with ease—but right now, it wasn't working.
Her vision was blocked, as if by a faint barrier.
She could peer into every surrounding house, yet Siu's alone revealed nothing.
"......."
Of course, until quite recently, he had been in an incredibly precarious position.
A situation that could draw the interest of many witches, one requiring far more caution for safety than a typical exile.
Setting up basic concealment measures was an essential part of survival.
But what if that concealment was potent enough to block even the Light of Truth?
Why hadn't he mentioned it until now?
Why continue hiding every single action with such overwhelming concealment, even after his identity was notarized—and with a duke like Tiphereth living right downstairs?
Why, of all times, perform whatever was causing this ripple precisely when Eloa was asleep?
Truth be told, it could have been brushed off as nothing major.
Siu might simply be the cautious type when it came to his safety.
He might not have considered it important enough to tell Eloa.
The steadfast Eloa of old would have thought as much.
"Calm down... calm down..."
But in an instant, arrows sprouted in her chest, all aimed at her growing suspicions.
Confirmation bias toward doubting Siu cast dark shadows of suspicion over her fragile heart.
No matter how virtuous he seemed, no matter how trustworthy the man.
He was still the one bearing both the virgin's loom and Rafi's vessel.
And she had no clear explanation for that, either.
There might have been no room for complacency.
The thought that he could have been hiding dark intentions behind a mask of kindness all this time sent chills down her spine.
Eloa carefully opened the living room balcony window.
A dizzying drop yawned below, but for her, a fall from this height posed no danger.
-Thud!
Like a cat in the night, she kicked off and clung to the upstairs railing.
Through the gap in the blackout curtains, she could see the living room interior, but there were no signs of life or sound.
Eloa carefully opened the door without a noise.
Thankfully, it wasn't locked; she slipped through the screen door and inside.
-Shoooooo!
Was it because she was closer now?
The mana waves felt much nearer.
Gripping her sword tightly, Eloa advanced one careful step at a time.
Two rooms.
One was open, so everything must be happening behind the closed door.
Muffling her footsteps, Eloa approached the room slowly—then felt her body pass through a very thin membrane.
It was the concealment field hiding all of this.
And the moment she crossed it...
Sounds echoed from within the field.
"Ngh... hng.... ha.... kuu..... haa... haa...."
For a moment, Eloa's mind went blank.
It was a woman's groan of agony.
The identity of the woman in this house was obvious.
Sharon Evergreen.
The problem was that her voice sounded on the verge of death, like a wounded beast whimpering.
Was Siu hiding something after all?
Or had they been attacked?
No time for deeper thought.
Eloa threw open the door without further hesitation.
The moment the closed door swung wide.
A wave of hot air, utterly unlike the living room's, rushed out.
Thick scent of flesh, sweat, and an unidentified fishy, salty bodily odor.
Like stepping into a sauna kept at high humidity, the scorching heat slammed into her face.
"....Ah."
And then she saw it.
Naked Sharon was sprawled on the bed like a beast in heat, squeezing out sweet moans.
Her large breasts hung down like ripe fruit, sweat beading across her entire body.
Behind her, equally naked Siu gripped her hips and leaned over her.
There was no doubt that the member protruding from his crotch was buried deep in her privates.
"........"
"........"
Siu, lost in the afterglow of climax and catching his breath, slowly turned at the sudden presence.
His eyes met Eloa's wide ones, and he stiffened rigid.
"Haa... haa.... Siu.... my.... pussy... tasty...?"
Sharon, still deeper in the throes of ecstasy than Siu, hadn't noticed Eloa yet.
She whimpered sweetly, coquettishly pleading with him.
All the sights shattered every suspicion and scenario in Eloa's mind.
Instead, her head turned to a blank white sheet.
Even the Tiphereth Duke, who had devoted her life to magic, revenge, and subjugation, wasn't entirely ignorant of relations between men and women.
She knew that men and women rolled naked together to create babies through intercourse.
She also knew that witches, unable to bear children, occasionally engaged in intercourse for sexual pleasure.
But in her mind, there had been no connection between "man and woman cohabiting = sexual partners."
Thus, when she sneaked into the house under cover of the predawn darkness.
She hadn't imagined confronting such an embarrassing, mortifying scene.
"......."
"......."
"What~? Why no answer...?!"
With no reply forthcoming, Sharon started to turn—only to catch sight of Eloa.
Eloa stood there, mouth agape, Contract Sword dangling limply, face stunned.
Time froze for all three.
Yet Eloa had the wisdom of years lived.
Faced with the awkward, unseemly situation, she stepped forward to resolve it.
She closed her gaping mouth, composed her expression, and spoke.
"Finish what you were doing... Um, sorry for barging in like this. You might know... or maybe not, but I have mana-sensing abilities... I, uh, felt mana piercing the concealment field, so I came to check..."
"......."
"......."
But the words that emerged were feeble, the content a total mess.
And small wonder—Tiphereth had never faced such mortifying awkwardness before.
For her, awkward situations were usually "enemies," crushed by raw power.
But she couldn't very well hack them down just because of a misunderstanding leading to illegal trespass and her own embarrassment, could she?
Eloa squeezed her eyes shut, trying to gather her thoughts.
It was a sign of surrender.
"....Pardon the intrusion. My apologies."
She bowed politely and vanished with quick steps.
-Click!
A moment later, the front door closed.
The two, still locked in centaur form, stared blankly at the door where Eloa had vanished for a good five minutes.
2.
Tiphereth Duke's surprise visit—welcomed by a full sex scene reveal.
After public masturbation, public handjob, and his 3P inoculation with the twins, it was hardly a big deal for Siu.
But Sharon's delicate heart, experiencing this for the first time, seemed to take a massive psychological shock.
"Sharon."
"Just writing my last will and testament. What?"
Half out of her mind, she grabbed her clothes, dressed, and sat straight at the table, scribbling on blank paper with a pen.
It turned out she was seriously contemplating suicide and drafting her final words.
Just lunchtime today, she'd come bounding over begging Siu for sex—and run smack into the duke.
And now, predawn next day, their sex scene exposed...
This had to be serious bad karma or a nasty curse.
"She won't make a big deal of it. I'll go sort it out."
"No, I'm fine. I'll be gone from this world by tomorrow anyway."
Sharon's voice was astonishingly calm.
Which made it all the scarier.
Wasn't there a saying like that?
Those who accept death grow serene.
"Heh, heh heh... heh heh heh...."
Moreover, Sharon—busily writing her will—curled forward and began to laugh.
It was a laugh Siu had never heard before, lending it a distinctly horrific edge.
"I'm losing it... why'd she come... why of all times.... And, and do you know what I said...? 'Siu, is my pussy tasty?' Ahahaha...."
Half unhinged, Sharon laughed in a hollow voice.
Ah, that explained it.
Her reaction was far from ordinary for just getting caught having sex.
Unlike Siu, whose exposure was mere nudity, Sharon had been caught with the full set—including the lewd lines she'd uttered to heighten the mood.
Even Siu would have been more shocked if busted mid-line like "Whose cock is this, Siu?"
Siu patted her shoulder.
"She probably thought it was cute. She's a woman who's seen it all, after all."
"Cute?"
Siu immediately backed down at Sharon's sharp glare.
"No, sorry. My bad."
"I'm in deep shit... The duke's gonna hate me for real.... For real, for real, for real!"
Sharon couldn't hold it in and flung herself onto the bed, thrashing about.
A long wail echoed like a round-robin song: Why me, why only me!
This was judgment from experience.
When someone was embarrassing themselves full-force, it was mentally healthier to give them space.
Siu patted Sharon's shoulder.
"Anyway, I'll go explain properly, so no bad thoughts—stay put."
"What're you gonna say... Ah! One thing—please beg her! Never, ever breathe a word of this or I'll die! Tell her I'll die!"
"...She's not the type to spread that anyway. I'll just say to be more careful coming up from now on."
"Ughhhh...... I wanna die... haa... seriously...."
Leaving half-dead Sharon behind, Siu extracted multiple vows not to suicide before heading downstairs.
"Hoo...."
Recapping the excuse Tiphereth had offered as justification, it roughly boiled down to this:
She'd sensed mana waves strong enough to pierce Orgel's concealment effect.
Thus, she'd come to check.
Siu had no major complaints up to that point.
After all, it was true he'd offered no explanations about his own condition.
The real issue was the innocent victim Sharon—so best to apologize to her and explain the full circumstances in detail.
-Knock knock
-Click
He knocked, and the door opened immediately, as if she'd been waiting.
"...Come in."
Eloa shyly stepped back from the door to let him pass.