Chapter 1054 – #250_Pregnancy(6) – DeepL
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1.
‘Notarikon’, a town in the form of a prophetic institution.
When Linnaeus and Dorothy came before, they were unable to use the gate due to their official status, but this time, Amelia and Xiu are alone.
They traveled through Gehenna and arrived at the residence of the witches of the Mystic Order surrounding the Prophecy within an hour.
The only difference this time is that Xiu is now a baron and the president of the Hesed Society.
One of the Society’s early partnerships was with the May Tea Party.
Led by Schleppli Ishtar, the Witch of the Five Horizons, the May Tea Party is well versed in circles, structuralist magic, and occult symbolism.
What this means is that this Notaricon has a resident member.
This prophecy is not something you can just get whenever you want.
There’s a chance it might take a few days to get an accurate prediction, and he might have to wait on the Notaricon for it, but President Ishtar was willing to accommodate Xiu.
“If you need anything else, please ask for me. Society President Xiu.”
“Yes, sir, thank you.”
The heavily robed May Tea Party Society member looked at the two of them curiously and stepped back.
In any case, Amelia and Xiu were given second-floor quarters.
Although the hut was far from a luxury villa, it was still a prestigious place overlooking the blue lake.
The scenery is so spectacular that you feel like you’re in an exotic Swiss chalet.
With the windows open, a cool natural breeze cools my chest.
“It’s like a honeymoon.”
Even as she said that, Amelia couldn’t help but feel a pang of regret.
If it weren’t for this situation, she would have spent time in bed with him….
According to Yevin, it’s best to avoid relationships for the first three months.
‘Are you okay with the other side?
‘The other side… oh, yeah, yeah…. As long as it’s not too intense….’
Even when I told her that it would be okay in the back, it was vague enough to be a solution.
It’s not that she doesn’t like the idea of a backwards relationship.
Amelia was willing to give up any part of her body for Xiu.
It felt good, if a little embarrassing.
But now that she’s a young mother, it’s a little embarrassing for her to make such demands.
And a caring Xiu would never ask or force her to do it first.
“Phew.”
Amelia sighs softly.
“Let’s get some rest for now. Right now there’s a group of witches trying to get a prophecy, so I won’t be able to do that until later tonight.”
“I see.”
“I’ll make some tea.”
Doesn’t that mean I can’t have him for at least a month, maybe more?
It’s not just about physical pleasure.
It’s about that feeling of bare skin against the person you love.
The sigh of need that stretches from mucous membrane to mucous membrane.
All of it mattered to Amelia.
“…….”
Amelia finally approached Xiu, who was preparing tea, and tugged at her sleeve.
“Is something bothering you?”
“No. Nothing like that.”
Xiu tilts his head questioningly, but she continues to tug on his sleeve.
“Xiu.”
“Yes.”
“I heard from Ms. Yebin that you won’t be able to have a relationship for the next four weeks.”
“Oh, of course.”
He looks very upset.
He can’t read Amelia’s signals, which he would normally have recognized.
If I can’t have a relationship “in the future,” that means I can have one elsewhere….
Doesn’t this mean I’m going to have to put words in Amelia’s mouth?
Biting and unbiting her lips, Amelia fidgeted, and only then did she notice the wry smile etched on Xiu’s lips.
“…Xiu.”
“Hoo-hoo.”
“You’re pathetic.”
Patting her chest, Shiou scooped up Amelia and headed for the bed.
“I did it just in case. I don’t want to put any pressure on you, Amelia.”
“Do you think I’m stupid, you didn’t do anything like that. Ouch…!”
“I’ll take your clothes off for you.”
“You know Xiu, right? Gently, gently…. Ha ha…. I have to, without the baby knowing…?”
The two lovers’ legs tangled on the bed.
2.
The biggest change in Amelia after the relationship was that she became very fluffy.
“Woohoohoo….”
Amelia, who was quietly mumbling while sweating in bliss, leaned her head against Xiu’s chest with happiness spread across her cheeks.
Xiu smoothed her fine hair and kissed her from time to time.
Amelia’s heart was filled with two feelings: anxiety that this might be the last time she would be able to share a moment of vague optimism, or fear that this happiness would soon fade away.
We lick each other, pushing it away.
“It’s almost time.”
The sun was slowly setting.
At nine o’clock, Amelia’s turn would come.
The Prophecy Center is a place surrounded by mystery, even within the witch community, so Amelia doesn’t know if she’ll get a prophecy right away.
It might not even be about the baby.
“Shhh.”
Amelia said, breaking the kiss.
“What I’m about to say might be very mean, and it might make you angry.”
“Yeah.”
“If Xiu ever has to choose between the baby and me, will you put the baby first?”
“…….”
Xiu felt her tongue tied.
It wasn’t an easy question to answer.
While the world genderizes parental love, portraying it as some kind of transcendent agape, paternalism is not the same as maternalism.
Maternal love is a physical, mental, and biological connection.
Compared to paternal love, it is definitely faster.
For Xiu, the child was precious.
But Amelia was more important, at least for now.
In the end, Xiu couldn’t help but put his arm around Amelia’s shoulders without answering.
3.
The appointed time came.
In front of the ‘corridor’ where the prophecy could be received.
Xiu stood behind Amelia with a stern face.
As much as he wanted to join her, he couldn’t.
“It’ll be okay.”
Amelia’s unwavering body slowly disappeared into the temple.
Inside the temple, I stepped onto the glistening surface of the water, and when I came to my senses, I saw a world of stars.
“…….”
A sea of stars that met the horizon and a vast lake that could have been an ocean.
Towering pagodas peeking through the thick fog.
It’s exactly what Xiu said he saw.
The apocalyptic witch Xiu said he’d seen looked no different.
Amelia hesitantly approached the lake.
Beneath the surface of the seemingly placid waters, clusters of light, like unraveled threads, drifted in colorful patterns.
They are the coded threads of fate.
As Amelia squats down and runs her hand across the surface, the clock changes.
It’s a familiar sight.
A cabin in a forest of oak trees.
She sees herself singing a lullaby with a benevolent smile.
In her arms is a tiny baby, its eyelids fluttering and smiling at her.
Her eyes and dimples look just like Amelia’s.
The bridge of her nose looks like Xiu’s.
Amelia felt a rush of relief and elation.
Prophecies have a very high probability of coming true.
The baby in the “bowl” that Xiu saw in the prophecy was actually Amelia and Xiu’s child.
That Amelia would not die after giving birth.
The prophecy seemed to prove it.
She must tell Xiu this.
Just as Amelia is about to leave the blurred landscape of the prophecy behind her, another thread of fate dangles from her fingertips.
A thread that leads to a determined past.
The clock shifts once more with the stark sensation of her body falling.
Sinking lower, Amelia’s consciousness sees.
“Yes, as my mother wished.”
This is the “past” Xiu had seen and spoken of in the Prophetic Agency.
How Kether wanted her to take over the mantle of the Witch of Creation.
How she spent eons honing herself to stand atop the rainbow.
How she roamed the earth, sometimes devouring her own kind, to gain great power.
Stories of keeping the world in order so that witches could thrive in this world.
And then they realized their limits and gave up.
“To transcend the mortal, you must first throw off its shackles.”
Kether split my spirit body in half, creating chaos, the opposite of order.
Born from the unnecessary dregs was Lilith, the Witch of Whispers.
Kether knew he should kill her, but he could not.
And despite her efforts, Kether realized once again.
All witches are failures.
Flawed creations whose limitations prevent them from standing on the rainbow.
Pessimistic and despairing, Kether saw one possibility.
A slim, slim, slim chance to hang on.
It was all the same as the past Xiu had told her.
It’s like the stories of the world that the Prophetic Agency had told him.
And yet.
-And again, and again, and again.
The witch kneels before Kether.
The moment she saw the witch lift her head, Amelia couldn’t help but hold her breath.
“Mother.”
Malika Marigold.
There she was, the teacher she could never forget, even in her dreams.
In front of Malika Marigold, who knelt like a vassal, Duke Ketter spoke.
“I will let her heal you. Bring me the child.”
4.
Amelia told Xiu everything she had seen in the prophecy.
Xiu was confused, but at first he wept tears of joy and embraced Amelia.
Like Xiu, Kether may have been playing a trick on Amelia.
Amelia, like Xiu, may have been Ketter’s “chosen one,” desperate for an unattainable goal.
But none of that mattered right now.
If she had a child, Amelia could live.
They wouldn’t have to part.
This realization brought a deep sense of relief to Xiu.
“I’ll have to ask Duke Ketter directly for the rest.”
He’d tried to see her whenever he could, but it hadn’t worked out.
But now that I was this deeply involved.
Now I’m actually going to go to the ivory tower and ask for the truth, even if it means lying down and getting naked.
Still, I’m relieved, relieved, relieved.
“We should go back now.”
“Yes, Xiu.”
Xiu walked out of the temple with a sense of relief, but then he felt a strange sensation.
“Something’s going on.”
It was like he’d been honing his skills.
The atmosphere around him is strange.
Like the monks, the witches who usually lock themselves inside the mansion and don’t come out are gathered in groups of three or four with serious expressions on their faces.
-Woof
At that moment, I feel a vibration from the crystal ball in my pocket.
I had brought a crystal ball for communication since the area is free of radio waves, but it must have been lost inside the temple.
Then again, the Prophecy Center is a mysterious place even within the witch community.
“Linnaeus is calling.”
“I’m fine, take it.”
“Okay, now if you’ll excuse me.”
Was she calling to say she wanted to see me again?
Xiu smiles bitterly.
I hear Linnaeus’ voice through the crystal ball.
“Yes, I got it.”
[Nangun]
It was a precarious, gasping voice, as if she was stuck in a tight spot.
[…….]
“What’s going on?”
The silence lengthened.
It was strange.
The crisp national park night air felt so eerily cold.
[Dorothy is dead]
