Chapter 295
Chapter 295
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 295
Chapter Title: Return (3)
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1.
Sudden appearance of a third party.
Siu was surprised too.
The nameless witch was surprised as well.
“Wha, no way… Could it be? The Witch of Luck? Kybele… Periwinkle?”
“Thanks for introducing me in my place. Why are you staring like that? Want an autograph?”
“I’d be grateful if you did! But… what does it mean that you killed the Witch of Cowardice…?”
Still clad in her seductively revealing dress.
Kybele Periwinkle strode over with arrogant steps that seemed to shout, ‘I’m the top bitch in this district!’—her heels clicking sharply—before naturally positioning herself beside Siu.
“You have no idea how terrifying the man you’re flirting with really is, do you?”
“Tha…”
“Witches who stick to Gehenna are always so slow on the news. The Red Knight who served the Witch of Cowardice. And you didn’t even know this guy took her down.”
“No way! I heard the Tiphereth Duke killed the Witch of Cowardice…”
Periwinkle gazed down at the witch—who was a head shorter than her—with a leisurely smile.
“Then why don’t you two have at it? I’ll officiate. Nice and fair.”
The witch flicked a glance at Siu’s face.
As if trying to gauge whether Periwinkle’s words were just a bluff.
“What? Sounds great, right? Winner gets to do whatever they want with the loser. Under the agreement that serious injuries during the duel are fair game. How about it?”
“Um, tha…”
Her eyes rolling every which way, the witch’s voice shrank to a crawl—her earlier haughty attitude vanished without a trace.
No matter how full of herself this witch was, or that her opponent was a man.
If word was that he had killed the Witch of Cowardice?
And the one delivering the message was none other than the great witch Kybele Periwinkle.
She couldn’t just brush it off.
“I, uh, just remembered I have some urgent business, so I’ll be going… Ha, haha…”
“Yeah, take the autograph.”
Periwinkle scribbled roughly on a business card with a pen before tucking it straight into the witch’s cleavage.
Like a customer tipping a stripper.
“Kyaa! Thank you! Thank you!”
Instead of flying into a humiliated rage, the witch snatched the card, her eyes sparkling wildly, before scurrying off into the distance.
Periwinkle watched her retreating figure with amusement before spinning around to face Siu.
“Hilarious, right? They all think I’m some kind of lucky piggy bank. That’s why I hate Gehenna. It’s all, ‘Hold my hand~ Give me an autograph~ Kiss me~’”
“Long time no see, Ms. Periwinkle. Thanks for the assist. But the Red Knight…”
“I know, you think I wouldn’t? Total bluff.”
Periwinkle reached out to straighten Siu’s clothes.
“You survived well, wild horse Siu.”
She said with a bright smile that revealed her neat teeth.
2.
The Reclining Serpent Shelter’s first floor.
Each holding a wooden beer mug, Periwinkle and Siu shared a toast to their long-overdue reunion.
“Portal glitches right as you enter Gehenna—I thought, no way that’s random. Turns out it was to meet you?”
Kybele Periwinkle tossed out the line like a pro pickup artist.
She’d once spared Siu and Sharon’s lives, then saved Siu’s skin again with that four-leaf clover.
In other words, a benefactor to whom he owed two lives.
After dealing only with stares like he was some exotic artifact, seeing a familiar face felt refreshing.
Periwinkle had started out the same way, but after taking a smack to the forehead, she’d started treating him more like an equal.
“How’ve you been?”
“Me? Lounging in Guam, popped in for business. You?”
“Same here, just briefly for some business.”
Periwinkle exuded a truly unique vibe.
Navy-blue hair, navy-blue eyes, black dress.
No gold-like elements anywhere, yet the dingy bar she sat in felt like a treasure vault overflowing with jewels.
As if the space itself had been carved out whole.
Chin propped on her hand, legs crossed, she dangled her high heel idly.
“Still terrible at steering conversations, huh? Though you lead sex like a champ.”
She dropped “sex” out of nowhere and set her mug down.
Kicked off the heel teetering on her toes, then slid her smooth foot between Siu’s legs.
An invitation needing no translation—but the timing was off, so he gently blocked it.
Periwinkle giggled, as if his hand on her foot tickled.
“By the way, that four-leaf clover you gave me saved my life once.”
“Told you it works. Gathered all my energy so you wouldn’t croak. Even prepped some holy water.”
Siu chuckled at Periwinkle’s theatrics.
He’d seen her pull it out plain as day.
Periwinkle lied with straight-faced ease before scooting over to plaster herself right against Siu’s side.
He kept a careful distance to avoid her jamming her head under his nose and pressed on with the talk.
“So, how was the pink clover?”
“Ah! That thing!”
The forgotten item fluttered back to mind.
That bewitchingly hued clover.
He’d meant to ask its purpose.
But her tone and playful air suggested he didn’t need to.
“Fun, right? Loaded with nothing but naughty events.”
“Sigh, gave me no end of grief.”
“Great item for a guy, no? Want me to whip up another?”
“I’ll treasure the offer.”
Periwinkle cackled while Siu mustered a wry smile.
Water under the bridge now, so a wry smile sufficed—but the spine-chilling moments had piled up.
“Anyway, who’d you get up to what with? You can spill that much.”
At the time, the one glued to Siu had been Eloa—so the innocent master bore the brunt of every incident.
He wasn’t about to blab that.
Felt rude, too.
“Ahem, no comment.”
“What’ll make you talk?”
Like she’d been waiting, Periwinkle latched onto Siu and tried shoving her head under his nose—only for his hand to lift her chin.
Knew it was coming.
Periwinkle tsked and grumbled.
“Playing it like that? Bad boy. Lighting a fire in a girl’s heart, then acting clueless.”
“When did I light it? Spontaneous combustion if anything.”
Still, their history made it comfortable—no awkwardness.
The two bantered on naturally.
“Oh yeah, that bungbung I gave you? Smashed to bits in days. You gonna wreck me that hard if I’m yours? Our Siu’s a bad boy?”
“Uh, meant to keep that quiet. You knew.”
“Quiet my ass… Repair shop called. Pay up pronto~”
“Gifts don’t come with bills. Used it well for something good.”
“Ooh, razor-sharp comeback.”
Having tasted Siu’s iron club firsthand, Periwinkle was far friendlier than before.
She’d had a high-handed edge once, but now? More like a club senior you actually got along with.
Even if their first meeting sucked, she’d saved his life—so Siu could relax around her a bit.
Especially since she didn’t eye him like a “must-have rare item.” Refreshing.
“Anyway, since it came up—want a gift from me today?”
Periwinkle lightly gripped the top of her dress and tugged it aside.
Flashing just a glimpse of bare breast—for Siu’s eyes only.
He’d gnawed, pinched, and bitten those breasts countless times over two days in bed, but seeing one bared outdoors like this? Arousal off the charts.
He nearly swooned.
“I’ll do anything you want. It was that good. Couldn’t even think of anyone else.”
“Ass included?”
“Hey! I told you not to say it like that!”
Periwinkle panicked and whipped her head around.
Fine flashing her tits, but blushing at the words—the gap was adorable.
“…Still, if you want it, I’m down.”
Her shy breast-covering made her even cuter.
Pity to part like this, but he couldn’t keep Eloa waiting.
She’d be picturing her disciple—who’d stepped out for air—never coming back.
Thirty minutes gone; time to head up.
“Sorry, can’t squeeze in time today.”
“Neglect play’s hotter in bed anyway. Why?”
Periwinkle smacked her lips in disappointment before giving up cleanly.
“Master’s waiting upstairs.”
“…Master? Who?”
“The Tiphereth Duke.”
Periwinkle’s gaze flicked upward.
She pondered in silence, loading-like, before gaping as realization hit.
“You… no way. You and the Tiphereth Duke… did it?”
Horrified at the snowball her pink clover had triggered, Periwinkle stammered it out.
Siu caught how his words and her reaction screamed misunderstanding and tried to correct course.
But on second thought—yeah, they had.
His delayed reply must’ve confirmed it; Periwinkle stuck out her tongue.
“Wow… master of playing it cool, huh?”
“It’s… a misunderstanding. Not like that.”
“So you didn’t?”
Her instincts were scary sharp.
But for Eloa’s honor, a white lie here.
“Didn’t.”
“You did. You’re the world’s worst liar.”
Busted in a flash.
Still shell-shocked, her unfocused eyes scanned the air as she muttered to herself.
Sex on the brain? Long gone—she buzzed with frantic whispers.
“That stubborn duke? No way, even with the clover… How the hell…?”
“Great seeing you after so long. Catch you next time.”
“W-wait, hold up!”
Periwinkle yanked the rising Siu’s sleeve, plopping him back in his seat.
“No, for real? You really did?”
“Told you no.”
“Liar… You totally did… But how?”
His denial rang false as hell…
Yet the truth? Too absurd to swallow straight.
And so Periwinkle drowned in confusion.
She didn’t seem the gossip type, but better to clear the air than risk rumors.
“Ahem. Truth is… we did.”
“Don’t lie!”
“No! What do you want from me?!”
Siu thus laid out the full story for Periwinkle, step by step.
Her initial panic eased into nods of comprehension as his calm explanation sank in.
She finally bobbed her head, regaining some composure.
“Aha… got it.”
“So, mum’s the word, please.”
“Duh~ You think I’m some blabbermouth? I’m only honest when you devour me in bed.”
Would’ve been perfect if she’d stopped there.
“How’s a mere woman supposed to refuse heart-stealing Siu’s request… My god… total shock.”
She’d even bounced back to teasing him.
“Anyway.”
Periwinkle chugged her remaining beer and stood.
Sensing it wasn’t her place to butt in.
“Great seeing you too after so long. Glad you’re in one piece.”
“No need. I’m grateful to you as well, Ms. Periwinkle.”
“Was gonna ask to share a bed with the duke~ No dice, huh?”
“Obviously.”
With that dizzying line, she grabbed her pouch and handed him something.
A business card—different from the one outside.
This one bore a strange serial number.
“No signal in Gehenna, right? Phones are dead.”
“Yeah. I’ll hit you up soon.”
Tucking away the remote-communication crystal contact, Periwinkle pecked Siu’s cheek and flashed a grin.
“This much isn’t blocked?”
“Least I can do. Take care.”
Thus, the storm that was Periwinkle blew in and out, leaving a whirlwind impression as she vanished from the inn.