Chapter 798
Chapter 798
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 798
Chapter Title: Lovers' Grand Assembly (3)
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Odil and Odet were born into the Gemernai Count Family, one of the pillars of Gehenna nobility.
From childhood, they'd heard endlessly about the Exiles—more precisely, the dangers of the Public Enemies—until their ears were numb.
Not only that, but they'd nearly lost their lives once when a Public Enemy suddenly invaded Gehenna.
Thanks to the Assistant's brilliant heroics, they managed to escape unharmed, but how much heartache had they suffered until he awoke from his coma?
Of course, the twins were sharp.
They didn't believe every Public Enemy and Exile was an irredeemably evil absolute villain.
The Exile and Public Enemy systems were forms of guilt by association from the start...
Besides, if the two were wicked, the Tiferet Duke—famed as a Public Enemy Slayer—never would have tolerated them.
"Hmm..."
"Umm..."
They knew it, sure...
Even if they understood it intellectually, they still couldn't quite accept the pair's presence.
It was a feeling closer to 'fear' than outright 'repulsion.'
How on earth could anyone flirt and bicker with lovebirds amid opponents that terrifying?
Even for the boldest twins, just imagining it made their legs tremble.
"As for Dorothy, she is the closest friend I trust most and my family."
Si-woo and his lovers sat in a circle around the living room table.
Lurye stretched both arms toward Dorothy and continued her enthusiastic introduction.
"Of course! For you Gehenna penny-pinchers lacking my courage, the title of Public Enemy must seem utterly terrifying. But I, with my ocean-like magnanimity, understand that perfectly."
Lurye went on to stress how utterly harmless Dorothy was and how the Public Enemy title was practically an insult for her.
They'd heard the story too many times already, so the twins' attention was fixed on scrutinizing Dorothy rather than Lurye's speech.
The witch named Dorothy sipped her coffee with a leisurely smile, swaying her body gently as if lost in thought.
The twins, stealing glances at her, couldn't help but be a little dumbfounded.
Because atop her ivory turtleneck sweater hung something even more monstrous than the Public Enemy title.
How stunned had they been upon first meeting sister Sharon?
This witch before them possessed the upgraded version of that asymmetrical firepower the twins lacked—and likely never would grow.
"Sis, is that real?"
"Nah... gotta be fake."
But no jealousy or resentment stirred.
They'd learned that when the gap was this vast, it bred nothing but pure awe.
"I've heard so much about you two. So you're the twin apprentice witches?"
"Y-Yeah?"
"Way cuter than I imagined. Got any questions? Ask away~"
"......"
Dorothy had always been effortlessly approachable and warm.
To the twins huddled together on high alert, she offered a gentle, benevolent smile.
"That thing... doesn't it get heavy?"
Odet ventured timidly,
"Can I touch them?"
while Odil made the bolder pitch.
Dorothy nodded cheerfully, indulging their curiosity.
The twins reached out gingerly and touched her breasts—and shock washed over them.
"So heavy..."
"What even is this..."
It was real.
A weight that even five more pairs each on Odil and Odet might barely rival.
The swollen curves peeking over her sweater were all genuine.
"Um, how old are you, by chance?"
"My age?"
Odil, her morale shattered in an instant, made one final flail.
"Hmm~ A bit over 400 this year? Around there."
"Aha..."
Odd.
Not really happy about it.
The 'younger woman' advantage suddenly felt underwhelming.
The truly huge thing was those breasts.
"Get along well with our queen from here on out, okay?"
"Yes..."
Dorothy gazed at the deflated twins with fondness and softly stroked their heads.
Having wrapped up her rough self-introduction via Lurye, Dorothy cleared her throat and finished her greeting.
"Anyway, looks like we're all together now. Can't stay long-term due to personal stuff, but nice to meet you~"
A brief round of applause followed, and next up was Rinne's introduction.
They'd already heard from Si-woo about her life and personality.
But she looked downright terrifying.
Not scowling fiercely or shooting menacing glares.
Just sitting there quietly emanated a pressure that crushed the air around her.
"Family harmony is the root of all prosperity."
Rinne opened lightly.
"I intend to get along with my sister wives and support my husband. Pleased to meet you."
"Husband...?"
Sharon murmured unwittingly at the curt introduction.
Startled once by the archaic phrasing—practically a dead language.
Twice by it meaning 'husband.'
She didn't seem the affectionate type at all.
After introductions, they handled a simple dinner.
Then Amelia, the twins, Sharon, Eloa, Dorothy, Rinne, Lurye, and Si-woo—nine in total—headed out for a nearby Seoul jaunt.
Like before, they figured they'd sightsee since it was a rare chance.
Rinne had also asked early on to travel the mortal world together.
A witch's beauty was downright demonic.
In the mortal world, to fend off the hassles such allure attracted, mass-produced artifacts like Park Young's talismans were standard.
But with numbers like this, attention was inevitable.
Full concealment would erase perception entirely, but that brought its own headaches, so they settled for this compromise.
And so the lovers entered the department store.
"Yo, check 'em out. Models?"
"One guy on a 1-to-7 date? Fuck! That dude's living the dream."
"Jekkosam, jekkosam, jekkosam..."
The witch brigade strolling the department store drew jealous, furious stares from men around them.
"Wow..."
"So pretty and cute."
"How do people even look like that?"
"Honey, what're you staring at? Like what you see?"
And envy and admiration from the women.
Yet no one actually approached.
One alone might be fair game, but a bloc of witches like this radiated charisma beyond mere beauty.
No casual brave souls stepped up.
While the twins and Lurye window-shopped luxury boutiques, flexing hard on designer flex, Si-woo chatted with Rinne and Dorothy.
"What're your plans going forward?"
"Well, our statuses being what they are—you can't stick around the mortal world forever, right?"
"We'll cross to Japan soon and base there."
"You okay with that?"
"Hmm~ Got no choice?"
"Betrayed Hexennacht, so it'll hit our businesses too. Gotta liquidate assets to cash and bail before then."
Exactly.
Dorothy and Rinne's outlook was bleak however you sliced it.
As Public Enemies, they'd broken Hexennacht codes and defected.
Not welcome in Gehenna; to Hexennacht, they were traitors worth shredding.
No allies anywhere.
Even knowing their strength well, that kept the worry gnawing.
"I'd love to stay with my husband. But I know it's not time for stubbornness. Visits now and then would make me happy."
Rinne slyly hooked Si-woo's arm and leaned in—only for someone to yank her head firmly.
"Let go. Tiferet."
"Can't do that. Conversation's heating up. Mind the time and place?"
"Teacher, simmer down. Lady Rinne too."
"Oh my~ Duel even here?"
No magic used, yet they glared, sparks flying like mana backlash.
Dorothy, versed in their master-disciple tension, hammed up mock surprise.
"On your arrangements, I've reached an accord with Duke Errelim."
"Pardon?"
"A location point's opening soon in Hokkaido. Far East defensive line against Public Enemy turf. I'll claim you two bound by 'liege contract' to me."
Tiferet's magic originally hinged on verbal contracts.
Most repurposed for battle like Eloa's, but remnants lingered—like the 'Guardian's Contract.'
"You'll register as my Public Enemies posted at the line's vanguard. Lend the point aid; call for help if trouble brews."
"Oho~ Penal battalion vibes?"
"On paper, yes."
No actual contract exchanged; stubborn Eloa stretching flexibility to the max as cover.
Thus, no need for Rinne and Dorothy to hide away; Si-woo could visit freely-ish; shielded under Tiferet Duke's banner.
"Grateful, Duchess. Wanna repay~ Clothes catch your eye? I'll splurge."
"Didn't do it for thanks."
"Still~ Quid pro quo greases the wheels, right? Relationship lube."
"...Hmph. Appreciated."
Even rivalry-fueled Rinne, usually hostile to Tiferet, voiced thanks this once.
This setup promised husband meetups far more often than every few months.
After that, relaxed shopping ensued.
Amelia poked around perfume shops; twins and Lurye flashed gold-digger wealth, bulk-buying fave clothes and shoes like distributors.
Sharon picked a watch for Si-woo; Rinne, Dorothy, Eloa—unfazed by mortal curiosities—hashed out future ops.
Still some distance between them, but they'd mesh eventually?
Till then, Si-woo's load weighed heavy.
*Ring ring ring!*
Then the phone rang.
Caller: Big Mother-in-law.
Si-woo fidgeted needlessly, cradling the phone carefully in both hands.
"Yes, got it."
[Si-woo, Yebin Smirna urgently asked me to pass this on. Check-up results are out... Something up?]
Just half a day.
The left arm exam results arrived sooner than expected.