Chapter 519
Chapter 519
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 519
Chapter Title: Chapter 519 - #109_실종(6)
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 519
Chapter Title: Bianca Bellili
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1.
Bianca Bellili.
She was truly a ruler of insatiable greed, living up to her epithets as the Iron-Blood Conqueror and the Witch of Desire.
Moreover, the charisma and dignity that her master utterly lacked captivated Clech in an instant.
Meanwhile, Bianca took a curious interest in Clech.
Clech was a ship without a captain.
She needed someone to take the helm in the master's place, and Bianca was the type who showed deep fascination with others' deficiencies.
The two developed a relationship that went beyond mere business partners, close enough to call them friends.
One day, Clech told Bianca everything about her past and her master.
Spilled out in a drunken stupor.
Bianca dismissed that miserable past—which Clech herself didn't even know why she'd voiced aloud—with a snort.
"Your master sure is a fucking bitch."
In that moment, Clech felt a catharsis bordering on a shiver.
At the same time, she sensed the ghost of Elizabeth, which she'd thought would never be erased, being torn to shreds.
Clech admired Bianca, yearned for her, and kissed the back of her foot, begging her to dominate the rest of her life.
After they became lovers, Bianca taught Clech how to live.
Not only methods for battling witches, but ways to survive in the modern world—establishing blood donation groups and smuggling blood packs to continue her magical research without drawing the Kether Duke's attention.
Of course, it wasn't free.
"Want to get bullied again today? I really like that scared look on your face."
"Can you cut the fee a bit? Things are tight these days."
"You came up with a new formula this time, right? Mind if I take a look?"
"I'm thinking of managing the plant myself now. Teach me the trick."
"This looks good. I'll take it."
Sometimes she demanded Clech's body, other times materials or data for magical research, or business interests.
At first, Bianca's demands were reasonable concessions, but they gradually grew more excessive.
In the end, she seized profits bordering on usury, steadily gnawing away at Clech's assets.
Yet Clech granted every one of Bianca's demands.
As long as she could stay by Bianca's side, such things were a small price to pay.
That was the only way of life Clech knew.
Those were dreamlike days.
So much so that the sudden catastrophe felt utterly unreal.
"Sorry, I'm bored of you. Nothing you do amuses me anymore."
From the start, Bianca's interest in Clech had stemmed from initial curiosity, followed by how easy she was to exploit.
She was the type to tire of anything quickly.
The moment Bianca judged there was nothing left to suck dry from Clech, she declared their breakup.
"Why all of a sudden?! I'll do better! Don't leave me! I'm sorry!"
Clech wept and clung desperately.
She grabbed at Bianca's skirt hem and collapsed in a sobbing heap.
But Bianca didn't blink an eye.
"Clech, that's exactly why you won't make it. How about trying to stand on your own instead of always leaning on others?"
Even in that final moment, as her cruelty's sharp edge turned toward Clech, the object of her admiration and longing remained piercingly acute.
With a last mocking sneer, Bianca turned her back on Clech without a shred of hesitation.
All that remained from their time together were usurious fees and massive debts.
More than enough reason for Clech to resent and hate Bianca.
Yet deep down, she knew the truth.
Clech had only loved Bianca more from the instant she was cast aside.
She'd been certain of it the moment that mocking smirk on Bianca's lips and her icy gaze pierced her heart.
Bianca alone was the witch to replace Elizabeth and dominate her.
The only queen to bind her frail, tottering weakness.
Bianca was dead.
Now, who was she waiting for, and what reason did she have to live?
Clech opened her eyes.
Pain like needles stabbing every inch of her body sharpened her awareness.
Soon, she realized this was an underground dungeon, her body bound immovably.
"Kuh…!"
At the same time, long-buried trauma drenched her body in cold sweat.
She hated basements. They terrified her.
She hated being tied up. It frightened her.
"Let, let me go! You… fuck! Untie me! Untie…!"
Half in panic, Clech thrashed wildly as the chains tightened further.
She could see nothing anymore.
Her heart raced abnormally, and a panic attack hit, bringing nausea and headaches.
Someone roughly grabbed her head.
Her vision blurred by hyperventilation, tears, and ragged breaths.
Reflected there was neither Elizabeth nor Bianca.
It was the Witch of Perfume who had subdued Clech moments ago without her lifting a finger.
"Clech Asmode. You'd better answer my questions obediently from now on."
She asked in a voice cold enough to freeze the heart, her gaze like frost-covered blades.
"Where is Shin Si-woo?"
2.
Albireo cast the Poem of Confession on Clech, trapped in the basement.
In this room where autonomic defenses didn't work, it was the perfect interrogation method, forcing her to spill every secret.
But an unexpected problem arose.
Even with the Poem of Confession active, Clech—lost in a panic attack and thrashing about—gave no answers.
Amelia had grilled her about Shin Si-woo's whereabouts for 30 minutes straight, but not a single word escaped her lips.
As the situation stalled, Amelia ground her teeth and stepped forward.
"What the hell is going on?"
"I've applied the Poem of Confession. Her body might inherently possess anti-magic properties…."
Albireo cautiously added her speculation.
Even suppressed in this underground prison, the blood flowing through Clech's veins was a potent magical product in itself.
In fact, the minor wounds on her body were healing at a visible rate, and her damaged magic circuits were repairing in real time.
Moreover, as a vampire at the pinnacle of forbidden arts, she had innate mental defenses against mind magic.
"Isn't there a stronger spell?"
Amelia's voice grew icy.
Seeing resolve harden on her face, Albireo realized Amelia would resort to torture if it meant finding Si-woo.
"……."
The target was a public enemy anyway.
Albireo didn't particularly care if Amelia starved her or chopped her up.
She'd planned to keep it hidden until the pair showed up on their own.
But watching Amelia grow more anxious tugged at her conscience too much for feigned ignorance.
Albireo pressed her eyes and sighed deeply.
"Miss Amelia."
"……."
"Interrogating her won't yield much."
"…What?"
Vowing never to forgive Deneb for forcing this humiliating confession, Albireo carefully voiced the truth she knew.
"Actually…."
Albireo blushed crimson as she revealed information she'd planned to take to the grave.
Of course, she'd taken measures to ensure Clech couldn't overhear this unsavory backstory.
In short: Si-woo and Deneb were together.
They'd had physical relations multiple times.
Deneb was ignoring summons and hiding her location, so even Albireo didn't know where they were.
She desperately wanted to spill everything, but she hid the part about shared pleasure.
"…So, the progenitor witch probably isn't involved in this incident…. Sorry, I should've told you sooner."
Albireo bowed her head in shame before Amelia.
If she'd spoken earlier, Amelia wouldn't have suffered like this.
"……."
After a long silence, when she looked up.
Albireo expected Amelia to be angry at either Si-woo or herself.
"That's strange."
But Amelia wore a puzzled expression, eyeing the situation with suspicion.
"It still doesn't add up."
"……."
Albireo felt sympathy and shared pain.
She too had wanted to deny reality upon learning her little sister was fooling around with Si-woo.
Amelia, who trusted Si-woo, must feel the same.
"Sex itself might not be the goal."
"Pardon?"
Si-woo replicates magic power when he ejaculates.
Pure, high-grade mana requiring no separate assimilation.
What if the two were in some crisis, and the ongoing mana recharge was the purpose?
"……."
Albireo listened to Amelia's added speculation.
Honestly, her desire to trust her sister-in-law and son-in-law made her endorse this near-delusional hypothesis, but information was still too scarce.
They needed deeper analysis.
Nearly clockwork relations every 8 hours.
Si-woo vanishing without a word to Amelia or his other lovers.
Deneb likewise blocking Albireo's telepathic messages.
It was true Si-woo lacked restraint in his relationships with women.
But would he disappear without a word, knowing those around him would worry?
Likewise, Deneb was impulsive and immature, it was true.
But would she indiscriminately sleep with her beloved twin's lover without good reason?
And right then, a public enemy gets captured.
No connection between them at all?
Albireo admitted she'd overlooked the essence due to the embarrassing linked pleasure incident.
"I'll ask a bit more. Even if it means rough methods."
"Yes, I'll look into the circumstances from back then too."
A restless heart.
Albireo wanted to help Amelia, but she had urgent business now.
It was about time.
"I, I'll head up for a bit. Take care of the interrogation."
Albireo slapped her thighs together and dashed to her room.
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