A Party of Warriors Raped by Hypnosis 212

Chapter 212 - Chapter 212. Mother's Seed

After some time.

Soon after the act of comforting each other was over, Madoka, who had regained her composure, led me to the basement of the residence where she was staying.

In order for her to have time to wash herself in her bathtub, which she has set up there.

"Whoa."

The moment the hot water heated by magical energy bathes the body.

Submerging her body up to her shoulder, she cautiously asked me who was standing on the other side of her.

"... Is the water temperature okay?"

"Yes, yes. It's okay."

"I'm glad. I prefer a fairly high temperature, so my mind won't feel refreshed at anything other than this."

It's certainly not unbearable, but it's not a temperature you can comfortably rest in, to the extent that it's tolerable.

If you're weak against the heat like Heira, you might get exhausted sooner or later.



"Is Madoka-san okay?"

But what bothered me more than that discomfort was the reaction of the person in front of me.

The timid and frightened appearance from before, and the comforting figure shedding tears of sorrow, have all disappeared... A completely different atmosphere than before.




"Yes, it is fine. Because now I have succeeded in neutralizing the drug Yumil gave me in my body."

Eyes with a cold look under the damp hair. Even though she was showing her naked body to the man she had been involved with before, she didn't show any disturbance in her appearance.

The action was so confident that it made me nervous on this side.

"So I'd like you to call me Margaret now."

Madoka is...

No, she said as if to emphasize her own identity, returning to her Margaret from this moment on.

"... Margaret, you mean?"


"There's no way I'll be allowed to use my old name, having given up even trying to rectify my regrets."

Giving up an opportunity to correct regret...

Yes, that's why she became a witch. Furthermore, the fact that she refused even her relationship with me would mean that she would continue to live her life as a witch.

The reason must have some similarities with Darkan. Even though her beginning was for her own purpose, she couldn't turn away from the mission she shouldered.

"... Yes, Mr. Margaret. I will call you that if you wish."

"Thank you. Mr. Dave."

- It's okay.

The bangs were gathered with the movement of her hand. At the end, the young water dripped down and began to collect in her chest, which was filled with moisture.

Yes, it was a very attractive body.

I still can't believe that I've ever held a woman like this before.

"... Body."

Margaret opens her mouth as if conscious of such gaze...

No, she didn't do the ritual for that reason. Margaret was also glancing at my body, just as I was glancing at her body sparsely.

"Can I check your body for a bit?"


"... My body, you mean?"

“Yes, there is something I want to test for a while. I wasn't in a hurry to do that before, but now I've regained my cool and I'm just washing my face, so it might be a good idea to check your back.”


"Ah yes. For that reason..."


If that's the case, I'll have to give permission. Thinking about it, I left her bathroom for a while, sat down in the seat she had prepared for me, and quietly turned my back.

As previously announced, Margaret begins to look at my body and monitor my condition. Amidst the chills from that careful touch, at some point I felt a considerable weight come from my back.

-Mulkyung.

The feeling of a huge lump of flesh pressing down on your back.



"Sorry. Her chest touched..."


Oh yeah. Was it a chest too?


It was certainly as big as Ymir. Until recently, I had touched it myself.


"... Oh, no, that's fine. As for what you can reach... Do whatever you feel comfortable with."


"Yes, then..."


After asking for my understanding, Margaret starts examining my body again. As the previous cautiousness was gradually withdrawn, the composition unfolded in which he hugged me from behind and groped me everywhere.


- Swoop, swoosh.


A series of frictions that occur when the skin comes into contact with the skin.

It's soft, and I can feel the blood flowing quickly with the scent of the shampoo coming out of my body.

If I hadn't learned how to control my emotions through my experience so far, I might have run out of sexual desire.

"Rough, it's your body."

As I was trying to control my heart, I heard a faint voice.


"It must have been a lot of hard work. I understand, that happened to witches as well, but you, who inherited the blood of a witch, would not be different."

For the first time.

It was probably the first time in my life that I wondered if I had met someone who knew my hardships.

No matter how much people love me, even those who swear allegiance to me, they have lived a life far from being a witch.

Someone who understands my situation in a pure sense and can count on me.

Margaret, the head of the Witch Council, was someone I would call my understanding person.


"How could I have endured it? Still, I met the person who took me in."

I sympathize with her like that, and respect her choices.

Not proud of herself, she made the choice that she couldn't love someone... Because that's what I've been through in the past too.

"Madoka-san must have been so hard that she couldn't endure without becoming a witch, right?"


"... Yes, it was at first."

Margaret, who held me from behind, maintained her posture.

Various parts of her body touched, but she just leaned her own forehead against my back, not caring.

No matter how much she returned to her spirit as a witch, it seemed that even in such a state, there were difficulties of her own.


"However, even after becoming a witch, it is difficult. The reason I was able to become a witch is because, as I explained before, I accepted young ghosts into the charnel house, which is strictly protected by the church."

"... A ghost, right?'

"Yes, in exchange for strength, I also accepted the pain and lingering feelings they had. Even at this moment, if you close your eyes, their whispers echo endlessly in your head."

Not one, but hundreds. Having accepted so many witches into her body, how many people's pain must she accept in order to endure her own pain?

Even with the opportunity to escape, she finally chose to accept her.

As if he considered resolving the grudges of those who gave him strength, not as a means, but as a destiny.

"... It should be, but for some reason, it seems that their grudge has subsided now."

For some reason, the voice that should have that kind of determination seems a little comfortable.

It seems that her actions with Nawa not only hurt herself, but also affected her mission as a witch.

"What does it mean that the grudge has subsided?"

"Because it was a time when witches could do anything. Among them, there were those who were treated with more disrespect than me. At the end, he was sentenced to be burned alive while hanging on a cross."

"..."

"... I'm sure I'm not the only one who feels comforted by my actions with you."

I realized it belatedly.

It was not just her lack of sense of the opposite sex that made her repulsive to her physical contact at this moment.

Even if it doesn't lead to love, you can feel gratitude. Sensing such sincerity from her warmth, I quietly embraced her body with a bitter smile on her lips.

The mouth was opened again after some time had passed.

"Is my mother included among those ghosts?"

"... Yes. That's why I came here."
Miriam. My mother. The one who loved me and sacrificed for me.

As much as that action led to her sacrifice, everyone who knew her must realize that her love for me was sincere.

The same goes for Margaret, who has recalled her lingering feelings countless times.

"... The reason you wanted a blood test was to find out about your birth, right?"

Even in order to know how her love can come true and how pure it is, now I have to figure out who I am.


"Yes. I wanted to know if what my mother gave me was true love."

The only way a witch can love someone who doesn't feel her love for others is if the object of her love has made a contract with her.

Is that common sense really true, or is there something we don't know about?"... I'll have to test the blood to be sure, but there are still ways to know right away, even indirectly."

At such a question, Margaret quietly dropped her body, then grabbed her own hand and opened it, revealing what was contained in it in front of me.

Shiver. Something that appears when the skin on your fingers cracks. The flower bud that grew from the skin opened and appeared as a blood-red seed.

Something that has been refined in her body through her sorcery.

"This is a seed made by refining the remains of Miriam, which I took into my body. If you consume this, her power will dwell in you."

"... My mother's?"

"The other witches don't even have survivors anymore, but I think it's good to pass on this one to you."

Ugh, Margaret offers me her hand holding the seed.

"Please, would you accept it?"

A very polite yet serious voice. In the eyes staring at me, I could see that the arrogance from before had been slightly disturbed.

As if I could feel the anxiety towards me and the anxiety about what will happen after this.

"... Eat this."


But can't I have a choice?


"Can I see my mother's memories like you?"

These are the traces of the mother whom she thought she would never see again. Furthermore, the opportunity to read her mother's mind has come.

"... I could only see fragments, but if you inherited his blood, you might see more."

Margaret answered right away as if to prove that my thoughts were not wrong.

After that, she opened her eyes and looked at me quietly.

"But choose carefully whether to just own it or accept it. Being able to accept it better means that the lingering feelings and memories of that subject are huge as well."

A warning from someone who knows the most about witches in this world.

It drove a wedge deeper into my heart than any other words.


***


After finishing the meeting with Margaret like that. I quietly left my seat and met Ymir, who was waiting at the entrance.

"It's over?"

Ymir leans against the wall and crosses his arms as he asks. In that blunt voice, I could sense that all the usual equanimity and distraction had died.

"... Yes, well done."

"I'm glad."

Afterwards, Ymir relaxed and faced me from the front.

The gaze looking up at me was very quiet. Am I having complicated thoughts about being friends with my lover?

"Yeah, I'm really glad."


No, no matter what she thought, she had already decided to accept it.

Soon after, Ymir smiled contentedly and patted me on the shoulder and began to enter Margaret's residence.

"I'll come back after a talk, Dave, you get some rest."


"...Yeah, good night to you too."


What I have to say is that it ends. I turned her back on her and made her preparations to quietly return to my abode.

I sincerely hope that the conflict between the two people I fell in love with will be resolved through the opportunity I provided.