Chapter 75
Chapter 75
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 75
Chapter Title: Change (4)
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Since becoming a witch, I don't think I've ever felt this confused.
Even when that bold slave refused to attend me at night, I was terribly embarrassed and flustered, but my mind never tangled up like this.
It felt like drifting alone on a single-masted boat in the middle of a vast, stormy ocean.
There were so many problems swirling around, I couldn't even decide which one to think about first.
"Ugh... uuugh..."
She had fled back to her room.
Amelia couldn't sit or lie down anywhere; she paced restlessly.
The fact that her own impulsive mistake had brought him such great hardship.
The fact that Siwoo was researching magic on his own.
The fact that the magic was for escaping Gehenna.
All of them were crucial matters, but the one that left the strongest impression in Amelia's mind right now was just one thing.
The thing that Siwoo and the twins had done in the carriage.
"How could he do something so filthy..."
Even though she'd seen it clearly with her tactile senses, she couldn't believe it.
Unlike witches or apprentice witches, Siwoo didn't have a spiritual body.
In other words, the dirty part of his body that Odile had sucked on so eagerly, as if it tasted good, was where urine came out.
Oral sex.
To think such an absurd act actually existed in reality.
And Odile didn't stop there—she knelt down before her slave and took the spurting semen on her face.
Amelia gulped down the water from the desk.
As the shock faded a little, the jumbled puzzle pieces finally clicked into place.
Amelia had always thought Siwoo hated witches.
Even considering what she'd done to him, his attitude toward her was hardly friendly.
Moreover, he never spoke to any witch except Amelia.
While his fellow caretaker slaves, who shared his quarters, indulged in licentious relationships with several witches, he'd kept his chastity intact, as if a wall divided them.
The reason he'd grown so close to the twins lately.
Amelia had always pondered that.
And today's scene revealed the cause.
A physical relationship that binds men and women.
Shin Siwoo and the twins had that bond.
To the point of engaging in such impure, disgusting acts without hesitation.
To the point of casually being naked together...
Amelia sat at her desk, chewing her lips like a child with unstable emotions.
The desk was covered with documents piled so densely that no empty space was visible.
She picked up a quill and dipped it in ink to resume her magic research.
"........."
She'd research.
She'd work through the blocked parts.
There was nothing strange about it.
Whenever her mind grew complicated or emotions became hard to accept, she'd sit like this and ponder magic.
Though it had stagnated for years, these intense feelings sometimes fueled her immersion in research.
-Thud!
Less than ten seconds after resolving to do so, Amelia slammed down the quill roughly.
"Then, the picnic together too..."
A fact suddenly fluttered to mind.
Siwoo had rejected Amelia's invitation and gone on a picnic to Young Mountain with the twins.
What had they done there?
She didn't need to see it to know.
Stripped naked, groping each other's bare bodies, licking and sucking genitals with their mouths, and...
Amelia's slender fingers curled into a fist.
Why?
Why was she so angry?
Realizing her own feelings suddenly plunged Amelia into confusion again.
It felt like sinking into a swamp of emotions that only grew more tangled without resolving anything.
"Ah...?"
A fact she hadn't recalled because she couldn't pull herself together until now.
Apprentice witches couldn't have sexual intercourse with men.
If mana infiltrated the vessel marked with the stigma—the inside of the womb—the delicate structure would unravel, making it impossible to bear the stigma.
It was such an obvious fact, but the shocking sight she'd witnessed had made her completely forget it.
"In that case..."
They probably hadn't had actual intercourse.
No matter how immature the twins were, they wouldn't obsess over sex with Siwoo to the point of giving up becoming witches.
Recalling that eased the impatience in her heart a little.
Amelia pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and took a drag in a much calmer atmosphere.
As the harsh smoke seeped into her lungs, she felt even more settled.
The twins had shown particular interest in classes where Siwoo assisted.
Amelia had vaguely noticed that their curiosity wasn't directed at magic, but at a man's body.
Was Siwoo perhaps cooperating with the twins out of necessity?
"No."
Amelia realized her thinking was veering too optimistically.
At the moment of climax, he'd clearly looked pleased.
From the conversation between Odile and Siwoo, it didn't seem like a one-sided coercive relationship.
Summary so far.
Siwoo had a physical relationship with the twins.
But it was something like paraphilic acts, not actual intercourse.
His sudden closeness with the twins stemmed from these secret meetings.
By the time she'd sorted her thoughts this far, the untouched cigarette had burned to the filter, stinging her fingertips.
-Clunk!
At that moment, the sound of the front door opening rang out.
It was opened very carefully, but to Amelia, whose senses were on high alert, it sounded as loud as thunder.
Siwoo had returned.
Amelia froze like a herbivore playing dead, listening to the presence outside.
The footsteps ascended the central stairs, passed the hallway, growing distant, until his door closed, ending it completely.
"Hoo..."
Amelia exhaled the breath she'd held.
It was unlikely, but if he'd opened her door and come in, she would have fled.
In this state of mind, she had no idea how to face him.
Amelia gazed at the window.
She couldn't stay like this.
She needed advice.
2.
Bearing the morning star that had risen by then, Amelia arrived at Sophia's residence.
Her mansion inside Trinity Academy, next to Deer Forest, was quaint enough to remind Amelia of the cabin she'd once lived in.
-Knock knock knock.
When she rapped on the wooden door, it opened shortly after.
"Who is it? At this hour..."
Sophia appeared in fluffy cat-printed pajamas, her voice drowsy.
She yawned languidly as she opened the door, then startled upon recognizing the intruder.
Amelia visiting Sophia first was rare enough to count on one hand.
"Oh my, Amelia? What's wrong?"
And seeing her disheveled state shocked her even more.
Amelia, who walked corridors with such grace, had her skirt and hair thoroughly mussed.
She looked like she'd run here frantically.
Her rigidly frozen expression alone suggested it wasn't trivial.
"I know I'm a witch with a regular sleep pattern... but that's not the point right now, come in."
"........."
Without a word, Amelia slipped through the door Sophia held open.
The cozy cabin with its crackling fireplace had cats sleeping everywhere.
Not even stirring for a guest, they slumbered on the rafters like battlefield beams, atop wardrobes, under tables, lost in dreamland.
That dozens of cats didn't swarm her was fortunate for Amelia, but she wasn't in a state to appreciate such simple luck.
"Coffee? Black tea? Cocoa? What do you want?"
Sophia seated Amelia on the sofa by the fireplace and rummaged through the cupboard, asking.
"It's urgent, Avenuga."
"Waking someone from sound sleep and being curt."
Sophia chuckled, skipping the tea to sit across from Amelia and drape a knee blanket over herself.
Truth be told, Sophia was curious what had driven Amelia to such urgency.
"........."
But despite claiming urgency, Amelia only kept silent.
She seemed to be agonizing over how to say it.
"Shall I guess? It's about Assistant Shin Siwoo, right?"
Amelia's eyes widened as if to ask how she knew.
Then she nodded ever so slightly.
For Amelia, who would normally play dumb, to admit it so readily—even Sophia was a bit surprised.
"Don't tell me... you did it? Did the assistant pounce? Or did you...?"
"Don't say vulgar things. It's not like that."
Amelia glared with irritated eyes, hesitated several times, then poured out everything she'd seen today to Sophia.
"So, the assistant invented self-generating magic for escape, so he could flee anytime, and he had a physical relationship with the apprentice witches?"
"Yes."
Amelia added belatedly.
"Since they're apprentices, probably no penetration—just paraphilic acts."
Sophia made no comment on Amelia's speculation.
There were holes connecting to men besides the genitals, after all; she couldn't be certain.
Not that she'd mention it.
"Did I say something weird?"
"No, no. So..."
Thinking it too early to tell Amelia that, Sophia swiftly changed the subject.
"What do you want to do about it?"
"What do you mean, what I want?"
"You came to me at this late hour for a reason. Running all flustered."
"I didn't run flustered."
"Anyway."
She waited a long time, but Amelia said nothing.
More precisely, she couldn't.
"...I don't know."
She didn't know what to do or what she wanted.
Nothing felt right, so she'd come to Sophia.
Her nagging, nitpicky advice had often helped unexpectedly.
"Were you angry after seeing what happened today?"
Amelia hesitated, then nodded.
Her radiant blonde hair swayed slightly.
"Why were you angry?"
"Because Shin Siwoo is my exclusive assistant."
Unlike before, her voice rang clear with unwavering conviction.
Sophia planned to guide the clumsy Amelia step by step.
She was never straightforward.
"So, you didn't like your possession Shin Siwoo playing around with another woman, and trying to escape from under you?"
"Yes."
"He hasn't been your exclusive for long. If the same thing happened before he was exclusive, you wouldn't have been angry?"
"Of course..."
No.
Even if she'd witnessed it before he became exclusive, she'd have been confused, her mind tangled, filled with inexplicable rage.
Amelia's pupils shook greatly.
She'd found the contradiction in her own thinking.
Sophia smiled faintly at the sight.
"Isn't it strange? The human heart."
"........."
"By your logic, there was no reason to be angry, yet you were."
"...I would have been angry even before he was exclusive. Because he was a slave I'd been eyeing to make exclusive."
Under Sophia's warm gaze, Amelia blurted out an excuse.
Why did her own words feel like lame excuses?
"Why were you eyeing him?"
"Why do you want to know that?"
Sophia looked at Amelia with gentle eyes.
They resembled her mentor's a little, making Amelia avert her gaze unconsciously.
"It's important. Feeling emotions is something even animals do. My cats love me too.
But analyzing why those emotions arise by objectifying yourself—that's a human privilege."
"I'm Amelia Merrygold, a witch."
"I know. But before that, you're one human being."
"........."
Seeing Amelia lost in thought, Sophia stood up.
"I'll get the tea. This seems like it'll take a while."