City ​​of Witches 1186

Chapter 1186 – #281_Total War

#1180

1.
The twins planned it, and all the lovers agreed to a storm of sex before the storm.
It was a blissful night where I wanted to be buried forever until the world ended.

But Siwoo, and the other lovers, knew how to restrain themselves.

They all received a full charge of magic and made love just enough not to affect the war, and then they huddled together in bed, chatting until they fell asleep.

If not, wouldn’t they have spent at least a month eating and sleeping in the bedroom?

“Hmm… I feel a little unsatisfied.”

Even now, as we have breakfast together at Odile Odette’s outpost, the sight of pale, naked flesh flickers before my eyes.
It feels like I’ve reached the maximum dopamine level…

I’m even a little scared that my pleasure circuits might be slightly broken.

“Well, that’s what the event was prepared for.”
“That’s right, Assistant. You know you have to come back safely if you want to do it again, right?”

Odile and Odette, who had finished their meal early and were playing with Malika, whom Sophia had brought, chuckled side by side.

“Oh! Are we doing it again next time?”
“Oh my, you’re so lewd. Here, eat some more.”
“Ack!”
“You hit my butt so hard yesterday, and now you’re making a fuss about this?”

Sharon pinched my side with a playful smile.
The slight twist was subtly emotional.

“I knew you were lewd, but I didn’t know it was to this extent. I have taken a beast-like man as my spouse. And you too, black hair. I honestly thought you would be the most docile.”

Despite the harsh ordeal last night, Ruelle, who had quickly recovered, suddenly picked on Linne.
It seems she made quite an impression yesterday.
Indeed, Linne’s rampage yesterday was threatening enough to make even Siwoo hesitate.

“I know that Japanese culture has been tolerant of incest since the past. Is that the reason?”

-Thud

It was a surprise attack like a thunderbolt for Linne, who had been quietly eating her meal.
Linne, the master of the sword, dropped her chopsticks, and the surrounding lovers blushed and coughed awkwardly.

“…”

It might seem a little unexpected, but basically, Linne never argues with her lovers except for Dorothy.
What she values most is family and the harmony of her family.

Dorothy, who usually lives for the joy of teasing Linne, seemed to feel sorry for Linne, whose shoulders were drooping, and came to her aid.

“Princess~ It’s a little taboo to talk about the night during the day, you know?”
“Hmm? I’m trying to defend the black hair. Isn’t the black hair unable to say a word because she’s reminded of her shameful behavior last night?”

“Linne is usually quiet…”
“Anyway, I respect your taste. What I mean is that even if it’s a unique fetish, we should consider the cultural background that caused it and understand it.”

“Why are we dividing ourselves into perverts? I was really shocked yesterday. I didn’t know Dorothy would moo~ during sex.”
“Kibele~ Do you want to die?”
“Oh my, how scary.”

Kibele shrugged her shoulders.

At first, I was so embarrassed that my face felt like it would explode at the unspeakable perverted acts, but as things progressed, it wasn’t a big deal.

Rather, I was relieved that I was the one among the lovers who had sex in a ‘normal’ way, and I could be relatively confident at breakfast.

It’s not that there’s anything wrong with making love in a shameful way, but if you’re pointed out while sober, it can be a shock to your mental state.

Anyway, it was a truly amazing experience for Periwinkle.

“Kibele, that’s enough. Amelia, the toast is really delicious. Did you make it yourself?”
“I also simmered the apricot jam myself.”
“I didn’t know your cooking skills were so exquisite.”
“You’re too kind.”

Duke Tiferet carefully dissuaded them and changed the subject, and Amelia responded with a faint smile.
Linne was one thing, but even the two who seemed the most composed were completely infatuated with Siwoo and were acting dazed…

“Actually, the one who’s most at fault is that man sitting over there. What’s so good that you’re grinning like that?”

Siwoo’s smile hadn’t left his lips for a while as he watched the lovers’ conversation.

“Because I’m happy.”

I was going to pass the buck, but Kibele blushed for no reason at Siwoo’s honest and calm answer.

“…What, that’s so cheesy.”

Siwoo was still grinning.

It’s a world of colors as ambiguous as the colors of a jewel beetle, where it’s hard to know what’s good and evil.

Even though I know how important this war is, I don’t know what’s right.

Perhaps it was fundamentally wrong from the beginning, and it might be too late to fix it now.
A future more terrible than doing nothing might be opening its mouth and waiting for its destined sacrifice.
Gehenna’s victory might ultimately lead to the tragedy of the witch species.

The world was still full of unknowns.

But now Siwoo knows that Kibele is unexpectedly weak to direct hits.
He knows that Malika’s name was mentioned in Amelia’s sleep talk recently.
He knows that the first place Eloa turns red when she’s embarrassed is the tip of her ears.

He also knows that if you put your finger in Sharon’s mouth when she yawns, she gets angry because she can’t yawn properly.
He knows the unique dimples that appear on Odile and Odette’s mischievous smiles when they’re in a playful mood.
He knows that Ruelle, who came from Akula, is going through a second puberty and is unexpectedly growing up to be dignified.
He knows that Dorothy is a huge romantic despite her sly image.
He also knows that Linne is very weak at arguing and is often teased.

I want to know more.
I want to love more.

My family, who gives me so much love that I don’t deserve it.
Companions I can trust and rely on without a moment’s hesitation or doubt.
A pure light that I must protect even if it means becoming a monster.

Yes.
This cozy, even noisy, dining table is the answer Siwoo has found.

“Shall we go?”

Siwoo got up from his seat.
It’s time to head to the battlefield.

To protect everyone.

2.
The battlefield designated by Hexennacht was a terrain where only sand stretched endlessly, except for the sparse camel grass that grew here and there in the Gobi Desert, which was already known for being desolate.

It’s at least hundreds of kilometers away from the nearest water source, so it’s difficult to actively use ‘gates’.

The small water sources, like the sparse oases, are not enough to accommodate such a large number of people.

-Woo-oong

The night sky, which shone beautifully like finely crushed and scattered jewels, was used as a canvas, and airplanes of various nationalities crossed paths, leaving white contrails.

The witches’ private jets, which flaunt their wealth even in the present world, various countries’ military transport planes that must entrust the fate of humanity to this war, and even civilian aircraft were mobilized to fly witches and supplies to the battlefield.

The 30% gap created by the departure of the Truth and True Name Society, a staunch orthodox group and followers of Duke Errelim.
In addition, about 10% of witches are not participating in the war due to various reasons, such as witches who are about to inherit.

In other words, about 60% of all Gehenna witches voluntarily participated in this war.

Hexennacht is probably deploying a similar number of troops in a similar way.

In the final war that will determine the fate of the world, they would want to save even a single drop of magic used for transportation.

In the middle of the sandy desert, where the foundation was not properly laid, the Castle side personnel, who had instantly created a magnificent castle, greeted the witches who were gathering in groups of twos and threes.

“Welcome. Oh my, Baron Demer is here too?”
“Of course. How could I, the protagonist of the salon, miss such a splendid event?”

“Librarian, please leave this to me.”
“It’s okay. I’ll do it.”

“Shall we enjoy the final party?”
“Don’t say ominous things. Come this way.”

“It’s my first time riding a military plane. Oh my, I didn’t know it would be so loud!”
“Ha, the Gehenna country bumpkins always show their country bumpkin side.”
“What did you say? Have you ridden a military plane?”
“Of course, don’t you know that the job of an exile is hunting homunculi in harsh lands?”

It’s not intended to be used as a defense facility, and it’s literally a castle built on sand, so it’s somewhat crude, but it has everything it needs.

One of them is a large banquet hall that can accommodate four-digit numbers at the same time, even if it’s a bit cramped.

The war will begin at dawn.
There are only 8 hours left, but the atmosphere in the banquet hall was like a small party.

Witches who were skilled at playing instruments played their instruments, and witches dressed in fine clothes danced to the beat.
While some were chatting with their loved ones, others were raising their voices and arguing over trivial matters.
Some brought their favorite alcohol and shared it with their acquaintances and the witches around them, while others quietly put their hands together and offered a prayer to no one in particular.

A cheerful excitement and a heavy solemnity were harmonizing in a plausible way.
Underneath it all, there was an emotion of the same tone.

Anxiety.

Currently, Gehenna is at a disadvantage in terms of power.
It is in a situation where it is being forced into an all-out war before it can no longer handle internal strife.

It would be extremely unsettling to be involved in the most dangerous war in history.

What renews such anxiety is, as expected, a few phoenixes that stand out even among the crowd, each of whom is a cut above the rest.

“I’m seeing all the high-ranking people I’ll ever see in my life here.”
“I know, right.”
“Look at that. The owner of Flora’s dress shop is here too.”

Nobles with titles such as Count Gremory, Count Adonai, and Duke Cagliostro.
The heads of major academic societies.
Great witches who are skilled even without titles or positions.

Witches are also people.
People need hope to gain courage.

Hope is instilled in the hearts of the witches who look at them.
They believe that those who have taken on major positions and key roles in the legion will surely lead this war to victory.

Among them, if there is one person who particularly catches the eye…

It’s the only man leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.

“There, Count Shin Siwoo is there too.”
“Oh, I’ve been watching him since a while ago. I’m going to confess after this war is over.”
“…Look at that atmosphere.”
“I can feel his determination to win no matter what.”

He was frighteningly calm.

While most were wearing plausible masks and trying to ignore their fear, he was showing his eyes burning fiercely.
It’s a concentration close to pure passion, not allowing even a little bit of impurity.

His calmness calms the witches as if it were contagious.

“…”

The witches who were looking at Siwoo smiled bitterly.

The man they had treated as a fool and ignored was now at the center of attention.
The power to unite the internal chaos without saying a word is a quality of a leader.

“Seriously, what am I doing at this age…”
“I know, right. He’s still so young.”
“What makes him… different from us?”

At that moment, Siwoo was sweating bullets, so he was trying to think about other things as much as possible to ease the tension.

For example, Kibele’s new signature play…
It might feel a bit subversive, but the tensome that the twins prepared was too stimulating.

“……!”

Siwoo had a good idea.
For the next tensome, Periwinkle’s signature should be slot machine sex.

No.
The name is a bit lame.

Naming is an important issue.
Then, roulette sex? Dart sex?

Siwoo’s worries deepened.