Chapter 593
Chapter 593
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 593
Chapter Title: Farewell in Akula
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A week had passed since then.
Time had flowed by relentlessly.
No, calling it relentless might be a massive understatement.
After all, he had spent that time surrounded by a sultry beauty like Dorothy, whose sex appeal wafted off her in waves, and an adorable one like Lurue, practically overflowing with cuteness.
During the days, the three of them watched movies or threw themselves into card games.
In the evenings, they retreated to the bedroom, where he welcomed Dorothy and Lurue—who had joined the healing sessions after that last intrusion—onto the same bed.
This marked his first true threesome, excluding the twins, and it brought an indescribable bliss.
Experiencing the unique charms of their different bodies, sinking into feminine softness—it truly embodied the phrase "flowers in both hands."
If you polled men around the world, maybe one in four would sell off their remaining lifespan for just one night like this.
Anyway, once night fell, he tucked in the utterly spent and zonked-out Lurue, then studied magic under Dorothy.
And today was the final lesson.
"You're really sharp, aren't you? Even copying the magic, I figured it'd take at least a month."
Dorothy, loosely draped in a robe, pressed her lips to the tilted surface of her pumpkin-colored wineglass and let out yet another sigh of admiration.
No trace remained of the flushed face and pleasure-filled moans from moments ago; she looked every bit the thousand-year-old fox she was.
"You think so?"
"Totally~ Depending on the hierarchy, it takes apprentice witches over ten years to master their inherited stigmas, right? Even a fragment like this isn't easy."
"You only taught me the theory. Who knows until I try it for real."
He felt a bit bashful at the praise, but for Dorothy, this was actually holding back.
If she were like other witches, staking her life on magical prowess, she might have even felt envious hostility toward his enviable talent.
"Want to give it a shot now? I'll critique it."
"I'd appreciate that."
Dorothy's lips moved slightly, and a small-scale barrier unfurled.
Thanks to the smooth healing sessions, Dorothy had regained her peak strength.
If anything, her mana circulation felt even smoother than before the treatments.
The one and only male witch in history.
Not some half-baked amateur, either—this was a powerhouse who had subdued even the 22nd hierarchy Dorothy, albeit holding back a bit.
His rarity and uniqueness alone made him invaluable, but he could also rapidly recharge mana—something deemed impossible—and restore dysfunctional stigmas to boot.
In short, he was a treasure whose value defied quantification.
"......"
A faint pang of regret washed over her again.
For the first time since becoming a public enemy, she found herself second-guessing it.
But Dorothy was quick to let go of what couldn't be helped.
She brushed aside any lingering thoughts and got down to business.
"Alright, show me."
"Got it. Appear."
With the incantation, Si-woo instantly activated his stigma.
Black shadows rippled like smoke, swirling around him amid a low, humming frequency.
Closing his eyes, he visualized the optimized and fine-tuned spell formula she had taught him.
Mana replication allowed him to take only one spell per witch.
And even that came with the limitation of not being able to choose freely.
So when he first pulled a spell from her, Si-woo hadn't held high hopes.
Dorothy's magic all looked overwhelmingly powerful at a glance.
But it was based on symbolism, with most of her autonomic magics harmonizing like components of a single structure.
For instance, stealing absolute power meant nothing without a chapel—the cost would spiral out of control.
And even with the chapel, without spells matching its symbolism, it'd just be a pretty, sturdy inner barrier.
But this time, he had struck the jackpot.
The one spell of Dorothy's that could be used independently.
He had drawn the most reliable ticket in what was otherwise a gamble.
-Whirrrrr!
The black shadows, scattered like a nebula, began swirling into the air like they'd been caught in a black hole.
They traced a spiral path, condensing and condensing until they formed a small ring—yet it spun even faster, devouring all ambient mana.
The acceleration snowballed until even Si-woo's dynamic vision couldn't track the rotation speed.
-Screeech! Screeeeech!
Smaller than the palm of his hand.
But brimming with unprecedented power, the black ring rotated slowly, screeching as it scattered bursts of hyper-compressed mana in all directions.
The slightest mistake, and it would dissipate into catastrophe.
A force greater than what Si-woo had poured in rotated at full power.
Balancing the rampaging, beast-like energy took all he had—sweat poured down his face.
Dorothy didn't speak, lest she disrupt his calculations, but he caught her drawing her sword just in case.
-Vwooom
After a hard-fought struggle, the rotation slowed, and the ring stabilized.
Spinning at 10 to 15 RPM, it emanated a shiver-inducing power.
A pumping technique that formed a core outside the body, amplifying and concentrating the total mana he could wield at once.
This was the "Angel's Ring," remodeled with Dorothy's aid.
"This thing... is no joke."
He immediately felt the massive mana drain—like a groan escaping his core.
Just manifesting the core guzzled nearly all his mana.
Even Dorothy at full strength couldn't maintain her angel form for long; now he understood why.
"A beast of a heart."
Dorothy finally exhaled upon seeing the stabilized core.
He knew she was confident in her skills, but this bordered on reckless.
In the mere 15 seconds of manifestation, the ring's structure had nearly collapsed ten times over.
Failed spell manifestations were what every witch dreaded.
They could lead to severe injuries or lingering aftereffects.
Yet he hadn't hesitated, bulldozing through every perilous moment.
She knew his comprehension and adaptability were exceptional, but this gutsiness was something else.
She had no choice but to acknowledge him fully.
"Want to push further?"
"Yeah, since we're here..."
Si-woo's arm swung.
A single ribbon trailed after it, like following a conductor's baton.
At the same time, the ring above his head spun with a screech.
-KABOOM!!!!!
The ribbon lashed toward a chapel pillar, shattering three in an explosive roar.
Even without her habit, Dorothy's chapels were built like fortresses.
And a single ribbon had pulverized them in one go.
Si-woo wanted to keep going, but alas, that was it.
The ring dispersed, and his magic faded.
"Whoa..."
Clutching his dizzy head from the overexertion, Si-woo eyed the rubble of the collapsed pillars.
He had a rough feel for it now.
Given his style of patching together various magics, he lacked that decisive "one-shot" finisher.
So he relied on javelin throws—high prep time and heavy bodily strain.
In that sense, the Angel's Ring filled that gap perfectly.
Like a shonen protagonist's time-limited awakening mode.
The downside? Maintaining it felt back-breaking...
But expecting to master it in one go was greedy.
Dorothy's expression said as much—she was plenty impressed.
This was a huge achievement.
"How was it?"
"From here on, there's nothing more I can teach you."
Dorothy shrugged, signaling his graduation.
Dorothy and Lurue, bags packed, embraced tightly.
"I'll miss you dearly."
"Her Majesty will miss you tons too."
It was a reenactment of a scene he'd witnessed once before.
Back then, Dorothy's return had stabbed a dagger into Lurue's heart amid misunderstandings.
But now, with all cleared up, only affection remained between them.
"It's a shame I won't see Her Majesty's face flush red for a while."
Dorothy pinched her cheek with a mischievous grin, while Lurue bristled at the tease.
"Hoh, I too shall miss your cow-milking impressions."
"Aww, even your sassy retorts are just too cute~"
"You dare speak so freely to your queen! Show some respect!"
"How are you this adorable~?"
But outside the bedroom, Dorothy was formidable.
She brushed off Lurue's counterattacks with a smile, showering her forehead with kisses.
They looked for all the world like a doting aunt and her cheeky niece.
Having both of them in bed at once...
...What kind of combo platter was that?
Si-woo reflected anew on his sins.
After a long, heartfelt goodbye hug with Lurue, Dorothy approached.
"Here—the location of my workshop. Hit me up if you get lonely~"
The folded paper held precise GPS coordinates.
He stared at it, eyes widening slightly in surprise.
Si-woo was deeply entangled with Gehenna's witches, while Dorothy was a public enemy.
Sharing her hidden workshop's location meant that level of trust.
Even unintentionally, that info could leak anywhere else.
Misreading his reaction, Dorothy continued nonchalantly.
"I know, I know~ You've already got a bunch of girlfriends, so it'll be tricky, but that's Gehenna stuff. Nothing like that here in the present world, right? Think of me as a local fling. Plus, you're... um..."
She hesitated for a long moment before speaking.
"...my friend too, I guess... Man, that's embarrassing."
Somehow, "friend" embarrassed her more than the fling talk—classic Dorothy.
"I'll definitely visit. Might take a bit, though."
He probably wouldn't see her for a while.
Lurue, the exile, needed a clean slate for Gehenna citizenship.
Any whiff of ties to a public enemy would torpedo that.
"Sure, I'll be waiting anytime."
With a final kiss to Lurue's forehead, Dorothy turned and walked away without a backward glance.
Lurue shot Si-woo a displeased look as he watched her go.
"Stop ogling her butt. It'll wear out."
"I wasn't..."
And so, with bittersweet feelings, the tumultuous three months in Akula—full of words and woes—came to an end.
Now it was time to head back to Gehenna with Lurue.