Chapter 73
Chapter 73
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 73
Chapter Title: Real Madness
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“Suddenly dropping by the village like this. I wonder what Lady Morgan could be thinking.”
“Who knows. But she's surely not coming with any ill intent.”
Kirke and Medeia were busy preparing to welcome the dragon Morgan.
In truth, the relationship between the witches and the dragon—specifically Morgan—was quite good.
Morgan would take magical tools and books that the witches needed.
And in return, the witches received various treasures, including gold coins.
Dragons fundamentally valued their pride.
Perhaps because of that, she would always leave behind an excessive amount of gold as "payment."
The witches lived abundantly thanks to their magic.
But as a result of accumulating the gold and jewels from the dragon, the witch clan had amassed an enormous fortune.
If the witches really wanted to, buying a few territories or even a small kingdom wouldn't be impossible.
In any case, with such a dragon visiting after a long time, they couldn't afford to skimp on preparations, no matter how sudden it was.
“Still, this works out perfectly. I've been wanting to introduce Kal to her, and she shows up right on cue.”
“...You're planning to introduce him to Lady Morgan.”
“Hehe. Of course. He is my husband, after all.”
Among the witches, Kirke and Morgan shared a particularly close bond.
If compared to humans, they were like friends from next door who often went to cafes together despite the age difference.
To be precise, it was like introducing her husband to a friend.
For once, her heart was genuinely fluttering with excitement.
“Hmm~ The issue is how Lady Morgan views the human race.”
“She'll probably see them as insignificant.”
“Yeah, that's what worries me a bit.”
Long-lived races generally looked down on humans for their short lifespans.
Among them, dragons had particularly strong pride and sense of self.
If such a being met Kal, she would naturally treat him condescendingly.
Kirke worried he might get hurt by it.
“Setting that aside, I...”
Medeia started to say something but suddenly stopped.
As if pondering whether she should even bring it up.
“What's wrong?”
“I'm sorry. It's a rather sensitive topic.”
“Hehe. Medeia, I've always told you—I truly think of you like a daughter.”
Seeing Kirke's smile, Medeia gave a faint, bitter smile.
Their relationship differed greatly from a typical mother-daughter bond.
Even among the witch clan, where daughters were "created" directly.
The witch who had been Kirke's closest friend.
Medeia was the daughter born from killing that very witch.
Though Kirke had adopted her, their bond was inevitably imperfect.
Kirke had been traumatized by her friend's death.
It had taken her a long time to come to terms with those feelings.
Medeia, for her part, felt guilty over her birth mother's death.
Knowing the depth of Kirke's sorrow, she couldn't bring herself to act spoiled.
In the end, though Medeia was undoubtedly Kirke's adopted daughter, a subtle gap lingered between them.
Because of those complicated circumstances, Medeia kept a slight distance in her daily life.
But there was no denying their genuine care for each other.
No matter what, they were clearly mother and daughter—and family.
Both Kirke and Medeia wished for each other's happiness more than anyone else's.
“If there's something on your mind, feel free to tell me anything. I'm ready to listen.”
“Hmm, in that case...”
Medeia opened her mouth with a worried expression.
“This is about your husband as well...”
“What about him?”
“That man... gets close to women far too easily.”
“Uh, huh?”
The topic caught her off guard, and Kirke blinked in surprise.
Medeia looked like she'd expected that reaction.
But having brought it up, she continued.
“That man and the elf Diana have formed a priest-contractor relationship.”
“Yeah... they have.”
“An elf with such strong pride, with a human, no less. And they seem awfully close. A bit... excessively so.”
“Maybe... it's because Kal is such a good person?”
“Absolutely not.”
Medeia stated firmly.
She didn't know much about men.
But she could confidently say he wasn't the type to be called a "good person."
Innocent Kirke seemed to see it as one of his virtues.
But Medeia didn't view Kal's talent in that light.
“That man gets close to women easily, forms some kind of relationship even more easily, and enjoys it all.”
“Hmm, is that so?”
“At least from what I've seen.”
Every woman Kal met ended up that way.
Kirke, whom Medeia respected, had fallen for him quickly.
The elf Diana was already showing a vulnerable side to him.
Many other witches had taken a liking to him after just a conversation or two.
'It's like he's under some spell that makes women get close to him easily...'
That man was dangerous to women, without a doubt.
With that thought, Medeia let out a soft sigh.
She couldn't quite put her finger on what to call this sense of déjà vu.
To begin with, she was speaking from a gut feeling without solid proof.
“He is the Great Witch's husband, of course. But him constantly getting entangled with women isn't a good thing.”
It wasn't just skill at dealing with women.
There was something more to that man.
That was why Medeia was wary of Kal beyond what was necessary.
Even as she kept her distance, whenever their bodies touched...
“Ahem! Ahem! Anyway, I think it could be risky for such a man to meet Lady Morgan.”
“Eh... isn't that a bit overreactive?”
“Even a dragon—Lady Morgan is still a woman. If she takes a liking to him, that would be trouble.”
“Oh, come on~ no way.”
Kirke, who had been listening attentively, burst into light laughter.
“Lady Morgan is a dragon, after all. Kal's a great guy, but... as a man? No way she'd be interested.”
“I know... there's no way. Logically.”
Right—for a normal dragon, no.
Humans were no different from insignificant bugs to Morgan.
But for some reason.
Medeia had a premonition that Kal would get close to her just as easily as he had with Diana.
“...In any case, I think we need to be cautious. I'll warn him ahead of time.”
“That much?”
“I think it's necessary.”
“If you feel that way, I won't object, but...”
No matter how slim the chance, it could happen.
Observing that man Kal had taught Medeia not to dismiss even the smallest probabilities.
'If, just if, even a dragon takes a liking to him...'
Medeia shook her head at the unease.
Knock, knock.
At that moment, a knock echoed through the office.
When they said to enter, a witch came in with a report.
“Great Witch, Lady Morgan has arrived.”
“Oh, really? Has she finally memorized the way here?”
Morgan was notoriously directionally challenged.
Every time she visited the village, she'd get lost and throw tantrums.
Kirke going out personally to greet her had become a regular event.
She'd make awkward excuses like it was because she was in a bad mood.
As if getting lost was a disgrace even for a dragon.
...Honestly, not remembering a path after hundreds of years was a bit of a problem.
“No. She was guided here.”
“Hmm, I figured. She must have run into another witch on the way.”
“Yes. Your husband Kal happened to meet her and showed her the way.”
“...What?”
Kirke and Medeia's eyes widened round.
That Kal had... already met Morgan alone?
“...I-is there some problem?”
The clueless witch shrank back at their atmosphere.
“Hmm~ The more I hear, the more astonishing it is. To think Kirke got married behind my back, and to a human, no less.”
“It was pretty sudden for me too. But we've already had the wedding.”
“Right, that's why I came—after getting the invitation.”
“...The wedding's already over.”
“Hmph! Such trivial formalities mean nothing to someone like me anyway.”
Morgan and I chatted about various things.
I'd planned to just guide her to the reception room and leave.
But—
—“I'm quite bored right now. You seem to have a knack for entertainment, so stick around and keep me company.”
She grabbed me.
It was unexpected, but not unwelcome.
I wanted to get on good terms with this dragon anyway.
'Her personality's better than I thought.'
Ah, she was a bitch, as expected of a long-lived race.
Her prickliness reminded me of Diana.
Considering her status, though, it made sense.
She was the type of woman forged from pure arrogance and confidence.
And with that face and those breasts, it was forgivable.
Women like her were all the more thrilling when they moaned in bed or sucked your cock.
'Our conversation flows surprisingly well, too.'
Or rather, she was showing an unusual amount of interest in me.
'I figured a puny human shouldn't even dare speak to her.'
Instead, Morgan started asking me all sorts of questions first.
“You look like a mage yourself.”
“Yes, I've lived as one even before getting married.”
“Must be tough living among witches? No matter how hard a mere human tries, they can't even touch a witch's talent.”
“I do get hit with reality sometimes. But I learn a lot in return, so I consider it fortunate.”
“I-see?”
Suddenly, she started munching on the chocolate cookies in front of her.
As if her mood had soured.
'Unpredictable one... no, dragon.'
Even then, crumbs falling into her cleavage looked sexy.
“Hmm... To think she'd take a husband for succession issues. Pregnancy won't be easy, though.”
Morgan eyed me and asked point-blank, like inquiring about my salary.
“Is your dick big?”
“Yes, it's big.”
The answer slipped out of my mouth naturally.
“How big?”
“Big enough to reach your belly button if I thrust into you, Lady Morgan.”
The dragon stared at me like, What kind of lunatic is this?
Why? She asked, so I answered.