Chapter 806
Chapter 806
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 806
Chapter Title: Overseas Trip (2)
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Thanks to the effect of the kiss, Amelia—who'd been suffering from motion sickness—finally fell asleep in the bedroom.
Sharon, fresh from her shower, lay sprawled in a massage chair next to Lurye, a scalp massager humming away on her head.
That left Dorothy, in her utterly mismatched flight attendant getup, to greet Siu as he stepped into the lounge.
A white skirt, a short-sleeved shirt with a hint of sky blue, and a scarf tied around her neck like a ribbon.
She'd somehow scrounged up a stewardess uniform.
"Dear passenger Siu, it's an honor that you've chosen Witch Airlines."
"What's this about?"
"We'll serve you with the utmost service today to ensure a comfortable journey~"
Dorothy flashed a sweet, crinkly-eyed smile and dipped into a perfect navel bow, even as Siu reeled from the sudden cosplay.
It was downright bewildering.
'Stewardess' might spark all sorts of fantasies, but their real job was safety management and customer service—the uniform was worlds away from anything provocative.
Siu had never harbored any particular illusions about the profession to begin with.
The issue was Dorothy.
One shirt was woefully inadequate to contain her explosive curves.
She took a deep breath, and it looked like the buttons might pop off in a chain reaction.
Dorothy, though, grinned like she'd planned it that way.
"But did you know? A survey of British Airways stewardesses found that, oh my~ a whopping 17% had intimate encounters with passengers mid-flight."
"Where'd you even get the uniform?"
"I'll tell you if you come with me somewhere quiet?"
Sudden cosplay into full roleplay.
Seems like big sis Dorothy was into this kind of thing.
"That's enough, Dorothy."
Before Siu could even waver, a cold voice sliced through her advances.
It was Linne.
Siu turned that way and felt his bewilderment double.
"Linne-nim?"
Linne stood tall beside Dorothy, chest proudly thrust out.
Just ten minutes ago, she'd been in a kimono—and now she was decked out as a flight attendant too.
She'd clearly seen Dorothy's outfit and gotten competitive, changing on the spot.
Linne's drive and direction were unmatched—straight as an arrow.
"Husband, what do you think?"
"L-Looks great."
"Good."
Two stewardesses suddenly appearing in a cabin that had been flying solo without so much as a captain's crew.
There might be plenty of private jets in the world, but no billionaire's ride would boast service from beauties this luxurious.
These two would deliver top-tier in-flight service, no matter the request.
For a fleeting moment, Siu pictured himself slurping greedily at Dorothy's massive mammaries while receiving Linne's devoted, housewife-style fellatio.
...A body this healthy came with its downsides.
"Enough with the jokes—sit down."
Not Master too? Siu glanced over, but no.
She was dressed for instant deployment into the desert if needed.
Just glaring at the pair with profound displeasure.
"Got it~ Don't be mad, Duchess. You're scary when you are."
"Pleasing Husband is no joke. You're lacking awareness as a concubine."
"Who's the concubine? Siu, over here."
"Yes, ma'am."
A complicated array of gadgets cluttered the table where the three sat.
The scene evoked a spy thriller, leaving Siu impressed once more.
Ever since becoming a witch, it felt like he was living through once-in-a-lifetime events every single day.
"Oh, what's this?"
"That's a rugged laptop, and this is an anti-tracking modem. But~ dressed up so pretty, and you like gadgets more?"
"Not like that—just curious."
"Sit down. It's useful info."
Eloa, Linne, and Dorothy had their heads together for an info exchange.
Now that Dorothy and Linne had entered Siu's circle as lovers and turned their backs on Hexennacht, they brought troves of intel even Eloa couldn't easily access.
Both had been high-ranking execs in the old Clifford outfit.
Dorothy especially—she'd run a massive arms smuggling ring, pouring heart and soul into intelligence gathering.
It was key to profits, and her earthly businesses were vulnerable supply lines that could be hit anytime; choking enemy lifelines was crucial.
The result? Terabytes of data on public figures' funding fronts, Hexennacht security vulnerabilities, and dossiers on political and business elites' weaknesses and lobby lists.
She'd handed it all over to Eloa, who in turn shared intel from Location Point.
Separate intel streams might mean little alone, but cross-analysis from different angles yielded real insights.
"The US is independently researching counters to homunculi. Seems factual."
"Right~ Outwardly it's new weapons or replacing old gear, but a secret two-trillion-dollar budget over five years went to unidentified research support. Harder to deny than accept."
"Western Europe's in the same boat—squeezing already strained military budgets for this."
"What about the Second World?"
"Russia and Eastern Europe aren't much different from the West. But China's the big blind spot—no witch society ties, so intel's murky. Linne, anything ring a bell?"
"...I heard from the Witch of Gold that Hexennacht's making contact with China's State Security Bureau. Over half their executed criminals supplied to Hexennacht come from there."
"Not your standard subjugation gigs, then."
"More like tech transfers and research collaborations."
Conversations like that.
Siu had only grasped half of it so far, sitting there like a sack of rice bran, but this topic actually piqued his interest.
"Master, so each nation is trying to develop their own countermeasures against homunculi?"
"That's right."
The homunculi created by the Witch of Creation were originally guardians for relics.
Some say they were deliberately made aggressive toward witches to control their numbers.
But with more awakening from dormancy each year, fewer witches to handle them, and perhaps some malfunction, they now preyed on humans too—making them an untouchable disaster for human society.
They deployed rear-end barriers during hunts, beyond current tech's reach, devoured not just lives but 'threads' too, making damage tallies impossible.
Governments had coped via pacts with witches.
So self-reliance was a natural evolution.
Entrusting global order to capricious individuals was just a stopgap.
What puzzled Siu was this:
"But can they pull it off?"
"No reason they can't. Science and magic alike are just mining the world's 'settings' and applying them."
As both a witch and former mathematician, Siu grasped Dorothy's point instantly.
Academia.
Science, strictly speaking, didn't create something from nothing.
It formalized pre-existing rules.
Gravity pulls objects.
Nothing exceeds light speed.
Combining elements births new properties.
Magic wasn't so different.
Every spell had rules and causality.
If both were exploiting the world's baked-in 'settings,' humanity's intellect would eventually touch magic.
"With Hexennacht crumbling and the Keter Duchess gone, things are getting chaotic.... If people find ways to fight homunculi, what happens? Seems good, but... hard to call it purely that."
Ways to fight homunculi would end senseless global deaths.
But fighting homunculi meant ways to fight witches too.
And humans, at core, craved dominion and conquest.
If they no longer needed to tacitly tolerate witches' power...
Who knew what chaos would follow.
"No need to fret that far ahead."
Eloa brushed it off.
"Humanity needs centuries more to build power rivaling homunculi."
"And if they gain it centuries from now?"
"No different from today. Just do what's right."
Master's crisp reply—that as long as he could face himself proudly amid any change—freed Siu from his creeping unease.
Plenty of time to think then.
Who knew if he'd even be alive?
As they chatted, the private jet carrying Siu and his companions banked toward Ulaanbaatar's Chinggis Khaan International Airport.