Chapter 601
Chapter 601
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 601
Chapter Title: Back to Daily Life
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1.
Sharon and Amelia came to see Si-woo, following the twins and their master.
The four of them embraced Si-woo warmly, without anyone going first, sharing an emotional reunion.
Of course, the moment he brought up his plan to get citizenship for Lurye, he got scolded again—but he figured this was handled very, very mildly.
There was a hidden hero behind it all.
Lurye herself, the very culprit who had stirred up the chaos.
In the brief moment his eyes were off her, she'd somehow pulled so much aggro so masterfully that she'd tanked the brunt of the anger originally meant solely for Si-woo.
Anyway, once the commotion died down, all five lovers—including Si-woo—gathered in one room.
"Really the Witch of the Deep Sea?"
"I do not lie."
Amelia eyed Lurye suspiciously as the girl sat on the sofa, her face pouty and her reply curt.
A witch of Amelia's caliber could tell at a glance: Lurye bore some kind of injury that limited her power, yet she still held the potential of the 23rd Hierarchy.
The point was, even when it was plain as day, cognitive dissonance didn't just vanish.
And it wasn't just Amelia nursing doubts.
Everyone who'd heard the full story reacted the same way.
One of the ancient witches shrouded in secrecy.
No one could've predicted her successor would have this kind of personality.
To Sharon and Amelia, she was that rude witch who'd burst into tears and fled after a little scare.
To Eloa, she was a clueless, scatterbrained witch oblivious to the ways of the world...
"Come on, you're lying, right?"
"Totally. Just be honest—we'll forgive you. You're just a pervert anyway."
"Insolent wretch! Don't pull my cheeks!"
To the twins, she was just a peer spouting overblown, bluff-filled lines.
A peer who was pretty darn fun to tease, at that.
Lurye huffed and swatted the twins' hands away.
Lips pressed tight in determination, Lurye was in a foul mood.
Everything had veered off-plan.
It wasn't that she was sulking anew because Si-woo hadn't taken her side.
Lurye had already reframed the battle for his love as full-scale war.
Seizing power and affection with his help? That wasn't her style.
Charm or strength—it didn't matter. She'd claim it on her own terms and boldly stake her place as the legal wife.
But Lurye's scheme had unraveled spectacularly from the start.
She was supposed to crush Gehenna's bitches utterly and snag the seat right beside Si-woo...
What was reality? Spouting lame lines like "just you wait" while getting thoroughly played for a fool.
She had no choice but to admit it.
His lovers were all formidable foes.
And two of them? Not even surmountable once they reclaimed their power through whatever trials awaited.
This war would be far tougher than she'd imagined.
"But your outfit is so tacky."
"Yeah, when the heck was this dress made?"
"Cease that drivel!"
Already deep in gloomy thought, Lurye finally snapped at the twins chattering away from both sides.
"What! We were complimenting you by pointing out your awful fashion sense for once!"
"Know who we are? The Odil and Odet sisters, flowers of the ball!"
Odil wrinkled her nose while Odet chimed in from the side.
"Who gives a damn about that! I'm already fit to burst with rage! Why fuss over stupid clothes!"
"Stupid clothes?"
"Sis, no way she's never dressed up properly before, right?"
"Could be. Just listen to her."
Lurye wasn't blind.
She knew full well her getup lagged behind Gehenna's standards.
Her master Shalite hadn't just tossed her any old dress.
But fashion was a finicky beast, hypersensitive to trends.
Even the finest material, meticulously tailored, turned dowdy with the years.
Hating to admit it, Lurye doubled down on the bravado.
"You two can't even rock those fancy outfits properly, can you?"
"At our level? We're pretty, cute, and adorable."
"Right, Assistant?"
"Y-yeah."
Odil and Odet exchanged a quick glance.
The twins were sharp cookies, quick on the uptake with shifts in the air.
Unlike the three witches still lagging behind, they tallied the odds in a flash.
They'd savored plenty of reunion time with the Assistant already.
From the vibe, the Witch of the Deep Sea was primed to join the rivals—and packing 23rd Hierarchy heat, no less.
The twins could squash her physically now, sure. But post-trials, once she powered up? No apprentice witch could handle that.
Better to plant some goodwill while she was still off-balance and adapting.
Long-term win.
"Hmm..."
Truth be told, over half was plain curiosity.
No real reason to snub such an entertaining playmate.
"Hmph. If I wore your dresses, I'd outshine you lot. A pearl necklace on a swine's neck would pale in comparison."
"Then we'll take you to the dress room. Prove it."
"Yeah, show and prove."
"What? What madness is this!"
Like cops hauling a perp, the twins hooked arms with Lurye on both sides.
Height gap be damned—their coltish strength dragged her right along.
"Borrowing the Assistant a sec!"
"Back by dinner!"
And with that, the twins hauled Lurye off.
"Si-woo, aren't you teasing that poor innocent girl too much?"
Once the trio was gone, Eloa shot Si-woo a mild reproach.
No matter that she backed Si-woo and had sworn off griping about his growing harem—this crossed a line.
"No way. Looks can deceive—she's actually pretty deep and sweet."
"If I'm over-worrying, my apologies... But she strikes me as a young witch needing care and attention more than romance."
No trace of hostility lingered in her glance toward the door Lurye had been dragged through.
Sharon and Amelia felt the same.
Until that cheeky declaration of war landed, they'd vowed to school her on the spot.
And even without it? Those two months she'd kidnapped and hogged Si-woo, leaving them in the dark on whether he lived or died—how much agony had that caused?
She deserved head-knocks till lumps stacked high.
"......"
Amelia fidgeted uncomfortably.
Her bossy streak had limits on targets.
Hadn't she sighed off the twins' classroom switcheroos, pranks, and chit-chat?
Lurye still seemed so immature, seal or no seal.
Somehow, scaring her to tears felt... regrettable now.
"I should apologize when she gets back..."
Amelia let out a soft sigh.
2.
"Such a pain. Unhand me! I can walk on my own two feet."
Lurye trailed the twins with a sullen shrug.
"Why so prickly?"
"Got no friends, huh?"
The twins piled on the teasing.
"I haven't the foggiest what you're bragging about to make all this fuss."
But the griping ended there.
The instant they stepped into the twins' dress room, Lurye's eyes ballooned like saucers.
"Wh-what... What is all this?"
"Our dress room."
Odil and Odet had watched her face intently, then burst into giggles at the spot-on reaction.
Small wonder Lurye gawked.
"Dress room" fell woefully short for the spectacle.
Stretch it—a full-on dress apartment.
Door swung open to green-toned vintage wallpaper and chandeliers so bright they dazzled.
Glass cases lining both sides crammed with hundreds of shoe pairs.
Deeper in, wardrobes stretched long enough that Lurye's entire wardrobe couldn't dent them—dozens lined up.
"Hunting outfits here, party dresses there. Fall-winter over here—no need to look."
"Sis, but will any fit?"
"Stuff baggy on us oughta fit her perfect."
"What in the world..."
Blinking in a daze, Lurye drifted like a moth to flame, fingering this gown, that frock.
A lifetime rotating the same old rags.
Alone in her sub? Fashion was meaningless.
No audience, and zero self-critique for outfit repeats.
But Si-woo's restored modern flicks—and wandering Gehenna—had cracked open new vistas.
Lurye was a woman grown.
Fashion? A siren call to the feminine soul, sweet as dessert.
Her heart now? Lifelong dry-bread dieter hitting a hotel buffet maiden voyage.
"Hehe, sinking in yet?"
"Behold the Gemernai Count Family's might."
Even their mocking mimicry of her speech barely ruffled her—they just grinned.
She couldn't muster real ire.
"Here—try this first?"
"Sis! My fave dress!"
"So? Won't wear out."
Odil plucked a hanger: deep navy one-piece.
Perfection for Lurye's palette—free-sized generous enough for Sharon.
"Shoes? These. Small feet—should work."
"Odet! My fave pumps!"
"So? Won't wear out."
Odet dashed to a case for Dorsay heels.
Lurye—low-heel lifer—finally eyeballing pumps IRL.
"Th-that okay...?"
Twins' vast wardrobe savvy shone: killer picks.
Like a zombie spotting fresh meat, Lurye lurched forward.
That instant—the dress and heels whisked away.
Twins snatched 'em behind backs lightning-quick.
"First things first."
"One condition."
Lurye snapped alert.
Drool teetering at her lip? Sucked right back.
These favors weren't gratis—she clocked it now.
"We'll let you raid this place anytime from here on..."
"Dump the Assistant."
As predicted: devilish smirks from the twins as they eyed her.