Chapter 751
Chapter 751
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 751
Chapter Title: Let's End This Now (4)
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1.
"Seriously, Assistant is the worst."
"Right? We waited so long for him. He just up and vanished without a word."
"More importantly, Odet, don't you think it's really time to make a decision now?"
"Exactly! Every time he goes out, he gets tangled in some mess! We should just build a tower and lock him up!"
Odil and Odet sat in the classroom, fuming as they swallowed their anger.
Assistant had pulled off a dramatic escape from Heksennacht.
They had faithfully kept vigil by his bedside, longing for him to wake.
But when he finally did? What do they find?
Assistant was gone!
Even if they generously forgave him for bringing home a new lover, shouldn't he at least take responsibility for their morning kisses?
"Anyway, look at these nobodies grumbling away without a shred of merit."
Lurye, who had naturally taken a seat behind the two, smugly cut the twins down to size with her triumphant voice.
"...Ugh."
"Here we go again..."
Odil and Odet, apprentice witches who never lost an argument, were unusually subdued today.
And for good reason—this escape's MVP was none other than Lurye Nukelabi herself.
She was the one who brought Assistant's intel, the one who enabled infiltrating local allies on site.
On top of that, she clashed with the pursuers and capped off the getaway. No matter how much the twins griped, they couldn't touch her contributions.
As a result, she hadn't even lost her prized spot on Assistant's thigh.
Lurye continued boasting in a theatrical tone, like some stage actress.
By the way, this was already the 30th variation they'd heard.
"You should've seen it that day—my magnificent display. When I unleashed my wrath and summoned the waves, those forty-odd vicious bandits scattered like frightened dogs, pissing themselves in retreat. A truly mythic scene. Want more details? My summoned beasts roared in unison, trumpeting victory like..."
"You got ditched too."
"Yeah, Assistant left without even talking to you."
The twins finally snapped back...
But Lurye just snorted derisively.
"Grasping at straws to diminish a rival's achievements. How pitiful. My boundless magnanimity far surpasses the comprehension of mere apprentice witches with brains the size of soy sauce dishes. In the end, once he learns of my feats, he'll kneel at my skirts of his own accord."
"Ugh, that pisses me off."
"Sister, hold it in."
Normally, the twins would bombard her with provocations from all directions, dragging Lurye into their trap.
But with her nose held high as could be, Lurye was immune to all damage—this was pointless resistance.
"Speaking of which, the green-haired witch is late today. I was in a good mood and was going to review her lecture notes for once."
"Yeah."
"Sharon's never late for class."
With Assistant safely back, the twins' class schedule had normalized.
Yet thirty minutes past start time, Sharon was nowhere to be seen.
-Rattle!
"Good morni... Master?"
"Big Host, it's been a while."
But the one entering the classroom wasn't big sister Sharon—it was their grand master.
In this baffling situation, the message she relayed left them utterly stunned.
"Big sister Sharon and Assistant... broke up?"
The twins gaped at each other in disbelief.
Sharon breaking up with Assistant?
No matter how many times they repeated it, the shocking news refused to sink in.
Honestly, they figured those two would stick together no matter what...
Three minutes passed without emerging from the shock.
Growing bored of the twins frozen in silence, Lurye spoke first, striking her signature pose with chin held high.
"Why the long faces?"
"Huh?"
"A rival just walked out on her own. Shouldn't you be celebrating?"
True enough.
They'd pledged friendly rivalry, but the twins and Sharon were still competitors.
A rival's quiet exit should bring regret tinged with secret relief—that was normal.
"......"
"......"
So why this nagging unease?
"Well, she did seem particularly fragile. If she lacked the courage to compete from the start, she shouldn't have challenged at all. No—realizing my majesty and tucking tail now shows wisdom worth praising."
But Lurye, whose ties to Sharon were relatively recent, felt none of that.
She was pretty self-centered anyway.
The twins, still reeling, bristled at Lurye's self-praise.
"What do you even know about big sister Sharon?!"
"Right! She's not the type to run away so easily!"
"Oh? But didn't she run? The results prove it. Getting all emotional over a rival's dropout—shows you kids don't grasp the ruthlessness of love's battlefield."
"......"
"......"
Lurye paused at the eerie silence, eyes widening.
She met the twins' furious glares.
"Such defiant stares. Think you can take me on?"
They'd grown close, sure—but the twins still owed her a debt.
If they tried some feeble tickle here too, she'd show them what for.
But what burst from the twins' lips wasn't a shout.
It was a trembling sob.
"Big sister Sharon didn't run away..."
"She's a rival, yeah... but also our friend..."
"Wh-what?! Don't cry!"
She never imagined the feisty twins bawling like this.
Lurye floundered as the twins shed fat tears.
"She'll come back! Big sister Sharon's so tough!"
"You don't get it! You're just a dumb brute with brute strength!"
"Uh, uh, uh... I-I misspoke. I apologize. The green-haired witch isn't some coward, probably... A strategic retreat for a counterattack! Th-that... a meet-cute! Yeah, it's gotta be! Doesn't it look that way?"
Lurye stamped her feet amid the twins' wail-a-thon.
2.
"Sharon declared a breakup?"
Amelia, who had gone searching because Si-woo had been gone too long, heard the shocking news from Albireo in the hallway.
A breakup—breakup.
For ordinary couples, it was commonplace, and even post-breakup reunions happened all the time.
But to Amelia, with her deeply traditional views on romance, this hit like a divorce announcement.
And not just anyone—Sharon making that choice was unbelievable.
Amelia rushed straight to Eloa.
After her three-way face-off with Linne and Si-woo, Eloa had been brooding, clutching a bottle of liquor with a gloomy expression.
She'd voiced respect for whatever choice Si-woo made, but that didn't mean approval.
It was more a declaration to draw firm lines.
All night, she'd agonized between her beloved disciple and this unacceptable lover.
"Lady Eloa Duke, it's me."
"Miss Amelia, I want to be alone right now."
"It's important."
"......"
But the news Amelia brought stunned even Eloa into leaping from her seat.
"Sharon... Why..."
Not just a cold farewell—she'd even tied up loose ends.
Unlike Si-woo, who had no clue, the two vaguely guessed the reason.
Women's intuition aside, hadn't Sharon shown up before them the day prior, bawling and venting her anger?
'You could've at least told me. How could you do this to me...? I wanted to help too...'
Until then, top priority had been rescuing Si-woo.
At the same time, they'd worried over Sharon's low hierarchy rank and youth as a witch.
Even if well-intentioned consideration, they hadn't seriously pondered how she'd feel.
"Probably because of that..."
"Gone for good?"
"According to Lady Albireo, she quit as tutor too."
A heavy mood settled between them.
Eloa's remorse ran deepest of all.
From the start, when Eloa joined Si-woo's lovers, Sharon was already his girlfriend.
Yet she'd crossed the master-disciple line, confessed to him, and sought Sharon's absolution.
Sharon hadn't raged or hurled insults—instead, she'd hugged Eloa and cried together.
And that was just the beginning.
Sharon had taught the romance-clueless Eloa all sorts of things, helped prepare Harvest Festival events, played drinking buddy while chattering secrets she shared with no one else.
Sharon always prioritized the group's harmony over her own desires.
Eloa and Amelia bonding despite no prior connection, the council forming to discuss matters—all owed to Sharon.
She had this knack for embracing those around her like a mediator, drawing them together.
She always said the greatest happiness was everyone getting along.
"I have no face to show... I must see Sharon."
"I think the same. We need to apologize and talk."
Then the door burst open, and Si-woo strode in.
His eyes burned with fervor no heartbroken man should have—clearly fueled by someone's pep talk.
"Master, Lady Amelia, I have a favor. I'm going to see Sharon."
"We were just talking about that."
"Of course you should. We owe her an apology too."
"But if I go alone, I'll drag everyone into trouble again. Please come with me."
Before the door Si-woo opened even closed, Albireo followed.
"A rare wise decision. Can't take my eyes off you for a second, Si-woo, or you're dead or dying. I'll tag along."
"You, Lady Count?"
Albireo looked none too pleased, like it wasn't her first choice, but letting Sharon go like this felt off anyway.
"The twins threw a fit about going. Figured I'd let them see the real world for once. Packing with Lurye now—let's all go."
Thus formed the Sharon Rescue Party:
Shin Si-woo.
Presumed 21st Hierarchy, wielder of diverse magics, specialized in close combat.
Amelia Marygold.
23rd Hierarchy particle-series area-of-effect magic specialist.
Eloa Tiferet.
War-god revered great witch, ultimate weapon of the battlefield.
Lurye Nukelabi.
Ancient witch commanding massive tsunamis and sea beasts that could raze cities with wind pressure alone.
Albireo Gemernai, Deneb Gemernai.
Gehenna's counts, dubbed black-and-white twin birds, masters of varied requiems.
And mascot cuties Odil and Odet to round it out.
A lavish, sturdy lineup unlikely to stumble into mishaps.