## Chapter 1353 – ##14_Trinity Academy Seedling Class
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1.
“Yo, bro! Seeing you in a place like this makes me feel even better!”
“When did you get so old?”
“Shit…. I mean, these days I don’t get morning wood….”
“Back in the day, you were all about the seven-story phallus tower of Hokkaido’s young men.”
“That’s all gone limp, dammit….”
Takasho, who had greeted him warmly, hung his head with a gloomy expression, while Siwoo chuckled.
Takasho, who had been working as a slave alongside him since their mid-twenties, was now a married man in his late thirties.
Siwoo, too, was a father with five daughters: Malika, Seoyeon, Hina, Lapi, and Sasha.
Malika was already ten years old.
It had already been nearly 20 years since they had built their friendship.
But unlike Siwoo, Takasho couldn’t escape the passage of time.
His eyes, framed by a beard that was almost as full as a Westerner’s, were starting to show wrinkles whenever he smiled brightly.
Even if he became a hunched-over old man with white hair someday, Siwoo would probably still look young.
Now he understood why witches had such youthful behavior and ways of thinking compared to their actual age.
It was because their timelines were different.
A witch’s year was different from a human’s year.
For a witch, ten years was a bit long, a time that could be wasted, but for a human, ten years gnawed away at youth and opportunity.
He felt a little bitter for no reason.
“How is Count Adonai doing?”
“Why are you asking that at this timing?”
“What?”
“Isn’t it because I’m all limp and my wife is unsatisfied, so you’re going to try to take advantage of that?”
“…You need to get older.”
“I already told my wife. I want her to kill me with sex right before I die.”
“…….”
Maybe there was no need to feel bitter.
“By the way, you didn’t forget, did you?”
“Ah? The Parents’ Day performance? I’ll go with my wife, holding hands. I’m not jealous of anything else, but I am jealous of that. Having kids.”
“Well, that’s…”
“Hey, could you maybe get my wife pregnant for me?”
“You crazy bastard.”
“Hehe, just kidding.”
Siwoo was horrified, and Takasho burst out laughing.
No matter how many times they did it, they never got tired of reminiscing with their close friend.
They continued to share stories of their memories until late into the night.
2.
He had always wished for it.
A harmonious family.
A perfect and close-knit family, worth more than anything, whose very existence was precious.
Her husband had given Rinne that last piece.
A daughter, precious beyond words, born from her beloved husband.
That was Hina.
While the other daughters resembled their mothers, Hina was a spitting image of Rinne.
It was as if she had been put in a Rinne mold and stamped out in a petite size.
Black eyes, black hair, and snow-white skin.
Soft, chubby cheeks, and a small stature even compared to Lapi, who was the same age.
Even the luster of her black hair, which she had recently started growing and now swayed around her waist.
She didn’t remember her own childhood appearance very well, but if Rinne from that time saw Hina, she would probably think, ‘Is that my twin?’
“Chara-chara~ Hmm~ Ummm~”
Hina was getting ready for school, preparing for the upcoming Parents’ Day performance.
She had been bustling about a moment ago, but now she was humming a song in front of the mirror, brushing her hair.
Hina was only five years old, but she was indeed the offspring of an excellent mother and an excellent father.
It was unusual for a child of that age to be able to prepare for the morning all by herself, instead of whining all day long.
“Hina, it’s good to dress up, but you’re running late.”
“Yes, Mother.”
Moreover, her calm tone and composure were definitely not those of a typical five-year-old girl.
Such a demeanor was more like the current Rinne than the young Rinne.
“I’ll go say good morning to Papa and then leave. Will you come with me, Mother? Or should I say hello for you?”
“…I don’t think that’s necessary. I’ll go with you.”
“Hmm~ Is that so? Papa is with Mother often, so wouldn’t he miss Hina more?”
“…….”
From the side, a strange spark flew between the mother and daughter during their seemingly calm conversation.
It was a spark that Siwoo would never notice no matter how hard he looked, a complex, twisted spark like Kyoto dialect.
How did it come to this?
Just a while ago, Hina had been affectionately calling Rinne ‘Mama! Mama!’
But these days, she was strangely formal only with Rinne.
Not only that, but she was wearing a kimono, which she used to dislike, started growing her hair, and was acting overly mature.
Presumably, she was doing all of this to imitate Rinne.
Because Papa had married Mama.
Because he would like Mama’s appearance.
She was trying to transform into the appearance that Papa liked.
“…….”
That’s right.
Hina was also following the exact same path as Malika.
The turbulent period when a daughter becomes jealous of her mother and tries to steal her father.
“Rinne-nim? Are you here?”
“Hus…”
“Papa.”
Hina, who had been acting aloof towards Rinne, ran out barefoot and jumped into Siwoo’s arms as soon as he approached.
It was as if she was cutting off Rinne’s words to competitively get ahead of her.
“Oh, Hina. Are you going to the academy today?”
“Yes, today I’m going to prepare for the performance with Malika, Seoyeon, Lapi, and Sasha.”
Hina, nestled in Siwoo’s broad chest, peeked at Rinne with a sly, fox-like smile.
It was as if she was saying, ‘How is it? I won, right?’
“Is that why you’re dressed up so prettily?”
“Really? I just dressed like usual…. I’m embarrassed.”
For the record, Hina had been dressing up for an hour.
Rinne suppressed the urge to expose her daughter’s pretense.
But if she felt jealous of her daughter here, what kind of lacking mother would she be?
She just smiled, looking at her with fondness and affection.
“Then, Papa. Who is prettier, Hina or Mother?”
“Huh?”
She was just smiling, looking at her with fondness and affection… right?
“Papa, who do you think is prettier, Hina or Mother?”
Rinne wasn’t mistaken.
Her husband was absolutely not a shameless man who lusted after his daughter, and Rinne was not so petty as to feel jealous of her daughter.
Hadn’t she sworn in front of her beloved teacher’s grave, who was also the object of her love and hate?
That she would be a different mother from you.
But….
She knew it all in her head….
But if Papa said he liked Hina more, a churning, emotional feeling that made her want to sulk kept welling up.
“Oh ho, Rinne-nim, what do you think?”
As soon as Siwoo, who had no idea of such things, asked playfully, Rinne answered immediately.
“Husband, of course, I’m prettier.”
Hina, whose eyes were peeking out from Siwoo’s side, glared at Rinne with a snap.
“What do you think, Hina?”
“Hmm~ I think if I had long hair and was taller like Mother, wouldn’t Papa say I’m prettier?”
“Really? Hmm, in Papa’s eyes, your mom is still prettier.”
Aha.
Rinne clenched her fist inwardly.
“…Why?”
In contrast, Hina asked with a completely serious expression.
“Look at your mom. How beautiful she is.”
“Husband is right.”
“Ugh.”
“If Hina listens to her mom, goes to bed early, and wakes up early, she’ll grow up wonderfully.”
Hina, who had been trembling, instantly hid any signs of agitation.
Then, she showed a pure smile like a blooming canola flower.
“Yes, I will definitely do that. Papa, kiss.”
“Okay, okay, kiss.”
Hina, who had received kisses on both cheeks, toddled off to school.
“Husband.”
“Yes?”
“I think Hina is going through puberty.”
“Already?”
“Yes.”
“Nah, that can’t be.”
Rinne was worried about Hina, who was increasingly resembling her evil friend Dorothy.
3.
This was the Trinity Academy Seedling Class.
It was a class exclusively for Duke Shin Siwoo’s children, where they studied magic at a much higher level and more independently than ordinary apprentice witches.
“Hello. Good morning, everyone.”
Hina, who had suffered one defeat in her confrontation with her mother, opened the classroom door and trudged in.
“Hina-chan! O-hayou!”
“Kyaa! Seoyeon-unni! I told you not to do that!”
And she was immediately attacked by Seoyeon-unni.
“But Hina is so cute and Hina-like, what can I do? Uuuung!”
“Uuuuugh! D-don’t hug me so tightly….”
“Morning kiss! Morning kiss!”
Shin Seoyeon, who was holding Hina tightly and showering her cheeks with kisses, was half a year older than Hina, and was the daughter of both her father and Sharon’s mother.
With her bubbly sociability and stamina that surpassed that of a sheepdog, Seoyeon would swing Hina around like a tug-of-war toy every time Hina came to school.
“Haaah! Hina power recharged for today.”
Then, she dropped her carelessly and hid behind the door again.
She was probably waiting to greet the next person to come in.
“Hek, hek hek….”
Hina, completely exhausted, sat down near the teacher’s desk, where a shabby white object greeted her.
“Hi, Hina….”
“Sasha-yang, did you get attacked too?”
“Y-yes…. Seoyeon-unni… does that every day….”
“You’ve had it rough.”
“Uuuu…. I was so dizzy….”
The silver-haired beauty, who conducted every daily conversation as if she was recording an ASMR, was Sasha.
She was Dorothy’s daughter and the youngest, half a year younger than Hina.
-Slide
This time, the door opened, and in came Lapi, the pink-haired beauty with pink eyes, daughter of Eloa’s mother.
“Iyap! Lapi!!!”
Seoyeon, who had been crouching like a dog, eagerly waiting for her next target, charged.
Normally, Lapi would have been helplessly caught in that onslaught, but….
Today was different.
“Haaaap!!!”
“Eh?!”
With Lapi’s shout, Seoyeon’s body spun around and crashed onto the classroom floor with a thud.
“Shin Seoyeon! I told you not to do things that other people don’t like!”
“A, ouch….”
“It’s a self-defense technique I learned from my mom. If you keep rushing at me, I’ll throw you down.”
“Why are you like that… I was just happy to see you….”
“Hi, Hina and Sasha? Do you want me to teach you palm strikes too?”
Seoyeon, with her indomitable will, promised to try again next time, and Lapi sat down in her seat.
“Malika-unni is late.”
“T-the class is starting soon….”
“She’s late every day these days.”
-Slide!
“Oh? Malika-unni is here.”
Malika, who had appeared last, didn’t come in right away but looked around behind the door, on guard.
Only after seeing the dejected Seoyeon, who was a booby trap, sitting in her seat, did she enter the classroom, seemingly relieved.
“Good morning, Malika-unni.”
“Malika-unni… I’m sorry I couldn’t greet you.”
“Your hair ornament is beautiful today.”
“Ah, hello….”
“Okay, okay, you little ones, hello everyone.”
Malika, who was now ten years old, received the greetings with a tired look and immediately slumped down at her desk.
Amidst this commotion, another day in the Seedling Class began.
