Chapter 1245 – #290_Proposal(6)
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1.
Eloa is not honest.
Of course, it’s not like she’s a liar or goes around telling falsehoods.
The very reason Eloa is not honest stems from her upright and steadfast nature.
For this contradictory statement to hold true, one more sentence must be added.
To borrow a R’lyehian expression, Eloa is not honest in ‘love quarrels.’
For example, the various cute squabbles that naturally unfold to be a little closer than other lovers, to spend a little more time together than other lovers.
The kind of childish competitions that take place based on respect for a rival who loves the same person.
Of course, there was a time when Linne first called him her husband and followed him around, when they were at odds, talking about a battle between wives and concubines.
That competition started with a cooking contest and ended in bed.
“…Hmm.”
It was a truly embarrassing contest, like, ‘Decide which master is more delicious!’
After that, they strangely became close, discussed the etiquette of whiskey together, and Eloa filled in Linne’s lacking maternal affection, so it doesn’t feel like it was all for nothing.
But after that, Eloa was left alone again.
Linne voluntarily resigned from her position as the second master and began calling Siwoo ‘Papa’ instead of ‘Husband.’
And the position of Linne’s designated bully was taken over by the sly transfer student, Dorothy.
It’s as if the rival who could match her level and bicker with her has disappeared.
As mentioned earlier, Linne is constantly being targeted by Dorothy and doesn’t have much to argue about.
Amelia and Sharon always respect Eloa.
Dorothy is in the position of a wise advisor.
Kybele is a my-pace who doesn’t really think about competition.
R’lyeh and the twins are like apprentice witches, so they’re out of the question from the start.
However, this doesn’t mean that Eloa is floating among her lovers.
On the contrary, she gets along well with everyone, and in her free time, she goes to the Levana Grand Bath or goes shopping for clothes together.
But.
“This is… what should I say…”
It’s like everyone else is having fun, but Eloa is the only one being called ‘Your Grace’ and being respected and treated with special care, but not really participating in the game?
Like a mother who wants to play board games with her grown-up daughters but doesn’t know the rules and is left out?
“Really… I’m having such luxurious worries.”
Eloa unknowingly let out a bitter laugh.
It’s a trivial worry that’s even awkward to consult with someone about.
If someone had asked her for this kind of consultation before she met Siwoo, she could easily predict what her reaction would have been.
‘That’s a useless worry that’s hard to listen to. Do you think I look idle?’ she would have retorted.
This leisurely and peaceful worry was all thanks to Siwoo.
“You probably don’t know.”
How much of a miracle he was in Eloa’s life.
How much of a great salvation his relationship with her, which began with a misunderstanding in the middle of the city, was for Eloa Tiferet.
How proud and lovely he is now, not as someone to be cherished and protected, but as the absolute ruler of the witch society.
What would have happened to Eloa if he hadn’t been there?
She would have either taken her own life in empty despair.
Or she would have lost her life to Ea Sadalmelik, trapped in her past obsessions.
Or she would have wandered in a terrible labyrinth of atonement, unable to forgive herself forever.
So, this is enough.
It’s greedy to want more than this.
Even though it’s a lover relationship, shouldn’t she first set an example as a teacher?
Greed is like saltwater, the more you drink, the more thirsty you become.
Even if it’s a relationship with a beloved lover, that won’t change.
As always, Eloa silently shed her greed through a bit of rationalization and was about to head to the dressing table when she immediately turned around.
-Tap tap
It was because she recognized who the owner of the footsteps was.
Eloa, who was silently checking her clothes and looking in the mirror to see if there were any stray hairs, was busy.
Wouldn’t it be okay to have the desire to always look pretty for him?
“Master, I’m coming in.”
“Wait, just a moment!”
Her heart was pounding as if it would burst.
The reason was, of course, the proposal.
Eloa had heard Linne calmly (only in her tone) bragging about how she had received a proposal from Siwoo.
Perhaps this visit was for a surprise proposal?
Good.
Perfect.
The everyday outfit of leggings that Sharon had praised as pretty.
Actually, if you ask if it’s the perfect outfit to receive a proposal, it’s a bit ambiguous.
But Eloa’s sense of fashion was reset based on her long life in harsh conditions.
So, she just looks at her backside in the mirror and feels proud, thinking, ‘My apple butt that Siwoo praised looks even prettier!’
The door opened and Siwoo came in.
Eloa, who was wondering what kind of reaction he would have to her outfit, which she had put so much thought into.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Isn’t this the Tiferet Duke’s residence?”
“……?”
Even as her heart was pounding uncontrollably, Eloa tilted her head.
“Ah! You are my master. You’re so pretty, I didn’t recognize you.”
“Siwoo, where do you keep learning such things?”
Soon, she realized that it was Siwoo’s usual banter, which had become more affectionate lately, and she covered her mouth and laughed.
Even so, seeing his sparkling eyes, it seemed like he was quite fond of it.
Sharon said that this outfit is called ‘Girlfriend Workout Look’ in the modern world and is very popular.
“Wow, but… I always feel it, but when you dress up, Master, you’re really pretty.”
“I’ve been dressing shabbily so that you wouldn’t be too infatuated with me and neglect other things.”
“I have to admit it.”
As Eloa approached, Siwoo hugged her tightly.
Being in his arms like this made her feel so happy that all the trivial worries she had had so far seemed foolish.
She could feel his hands hesitating, trying to reach for her butt.
“What are you hesitating for?”
“May I dare to gently grab your butt, Master?”
“Hehe, you don’t need permission for that.”
Siwoo’s rough hand firmly grasped Eloa’s butt.
“Wow.”
Eloa felt proud at Siwoo’s exclamation.
The combination of the stretchy and soft leggings and Eloa’s excellent hips made the grip feel brutal.
Even Eloa herself would unconsciously touch it.
-Squeeze squeeze
The sensation of something blunt poking at the area around Eloa’s lower abdomen while they were still hugging each other.
As it was a special move she had put her heart into, the reaction was immediate.
Even Eloa was taken aback.
“……”
“……”
And there was one more thing that exceeded Eloa’s expectations…
It was the sudden surge of heat.
Siwoo’s rough touch had only massaged her butt a few times, but her body was as hot as if a fire had been lit on firewood doused with gasoline.
Come to think of it, it had been a week since she had been with him because Siwoo had been so busy lately!
According to Dorothy, Eloa, who had a naturally strong libido and needed to be with him regularly, had been a lonely widow for a week, which was enough to turn her into a horny rabbit.
“Ah…”
Eloa felt a sense of dismay.
According to various media, a proposal is a noble act, like a white cloth.
It’s like a vow where a man and a woman promise their future together.
But this atmosphere felt like they were about to make love right away.
Should she give in to the atmosphere and make love? Or should she stop it for a moment and receive the proposal?
Well, even if the proposal wasn’t confirmed, Eloa would have definitely chosen the latter, but the current Eloa was very vulnerable to this kind of temptation.
She wasn’t like this before…
The more she loved him, the harder it was to resist the desire to be in his arms.
Sometimes, she would wonder, ‘Is this really love?’ ‘Am I just wanting Siwoo’s body?’
Eloa stood awkwardly for 30 seconds, fidgeting.
“Ahem.”
Siwoo cleared his throat and took his hand off her butt.
Eloa also felt embarrassed for no reason, pressed her thighs together, and lowered her head.
“Come to think of it, Master, you were skilled in contract magic, right?”
“That’s right.”
“You said that contracts are very important in contract magic, right?”
“That’s right. It’s a necessary ritual to establish the absolute certainty that it will be fulfilled. Is there something you’re stuck on?”
They returned to everyday conversation.
There was no sign that they were about to make love, nor was there any sign that he was about to propose.
Seeing that magic was the topic right away, it seemed like Siwoo was busy again today.
Eloa felt a little down.
“Then, the contract I make with you must be very important, right?”
“Are you stating the obvious? Uh…?”
“Master, would you like to make a contract with me?”
“……”
“Actually, I’ve been researching a certain magic… and it’s showing some progress. I was actually going to tell other people about it, but I wanted to tell you first, Master.”
Eloa felt a little resentful and was about to complain, but she sensed that Siwoo was different from usual.
“Um, well… it’s… a magic that allows witches to conceive.”
Conceive?
Does he mean get pregnant?
Like Amelia?
Eloa reflexively pictured Amelia holding Malika in her arms.
At the same time, she also recalled her own image of putting herself in Amelia’s place, secretly harboring petty jealousy, and then blaming herself.
“Actually, I’ve been researching it since right after the war… I hid it because I was afraid of raising expectations and then being disappointed. But I think it’s okay to tell you now.”
“……”
Her eyes met his serious gaze.
“Master, will you bear my child?”
Eloa froze, dumbfounded.
Tears streamed down her cheeks.
“Ugh… ugh…”
She was so happy that another miracle she hadn’t even expected had happened.
Her head felt numb.
She was so happy that everything else seemed trivial, so happy that she was crying.
Her throat was choked, and she couldn’t speak properly, but she somehow managed to answer.
“I… will… contract…”
After that, she cried in his arms for a long time and practiced making a baby a little bit, or so the story goes.
