Chapter 1246 – #290_Proposal (7)
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1.
As expected, in anything in this world, the first time is the most difficult.
After Sharon stopped me from starting the proposal plan, which I had no idea about, I successfully completed it for the second time in a row.
I am proud to say that I did it well and without much effort.
In a way, Sharon pushed Si-woo, who was hesitant, back.
Once I got the hang of it, the rest went smoothly.
“Sharon, Rinne, Master did this… The remaining members are Amelia, Odile, Odette, Luluet, Dorothy, and Cybele.”
Although Sharon created the variable of counter-proposing first, it is not that confusing as to who she will propose and who she will be waiting for the proposal.
The time spent together and the unique personalities and tendencies of the lovers predict their behavior patterns.
Probably Odile, who is very forward and active, Odette, who is equally explosive with action if she has an older sister, or Leruet, who competes with the twins as a single girl, she will definitely propose first.
I guess all Siwoo needs to prepare is stretching to do somersaults?
On the other hand, in the case of the two teachers, it was obvious that they would give all kinds of reasons and be unreasonable, so they did it like a man.
After practicing making a baby with my teacher until late at night.
After stopping by the president’s office until dawn to catch up on backlogged work.
Stepping on the dew-covered grass on a cool night, I headed to the hut in the pine tree forest.
After proposing (receiving) for three days in a row, Si-woo returns to his happy home where his child and wife are waiting.
I thought she might be sleeping, but sleep is a preference and a habit for witches, and Amelia is not a witch who sleeps that much.
Still, be careful because Mallika might wake up.
“I’ve been there.”
“Welcome, Siwoo.”
Amelia welcomed Siwoo with a pile of papers filled with writing on the table by her window.
For reference, the left side of the two-seater chair made of oak is Siwoo’s reserved seat, and the right side is Amelia’s reserved seat.
“Were you working until this hour?”
“It’s more research than work. You were overtaken by Siwoo. “I can’t sit like this.”
“What if I overdo it and hurt myself?”
“Are you okay. Because I did both the waiting and the waiting.”
“Is there anything I can help you with?”
“Not yet.”
Two people talking in a whisper, speaking in hushed tones.
Amelia brushed aside her trademark thick blonde hair and leaned her head on Siwoo’s shoulder.
Well, actually, Sharon mentioned it when she proposed, and so did Amelia.
Siwoo’s lovers seem to feel a sense of obligation to move up the hierarchy quickly.
That way, if any problem arises, they can help.
In fact, I wonder if such an impatient sense of duty is necessary in a world where only peace will remain for the time being.
Moreover, after this war, didn’t Siwoo skip three stages and rise to the rank of the strongest in the world?
You may wonder if there is such a cheat, but after the war ended and after thinking about it carefully, Siwoo was able to find his own reasonable answer.
The key was the black knight.
Shin Si-woo uses powerful magic with computing power that transcends human limits, and as such, the subconscious Shin Si-woo used as a role model for Si-woo in the past.
His methodology was a slanted staircase that would not lead to transcendence.
However, since the problowjobnt (Heuk Si-woo) is so crazy, it means that he has achieved a high level even with the oblique path, but it is a magic technique that deviates from the standard.
If you leave it like that in the first place, it will burn itself until its spiritual body breaks down, so it could be described as a magic attack itself.
However, since Si-Woo had been using Heuk Si-Woo as a role model, he was unknowingly killing his own organs and going down the wrong path.
It is said that only after throwing off those shackles did one find one’s true potential.
Well, anyway.
Siwoo quietly went to the kitchen and made tea for Amelia, who was concentrating.
Amelia, who gave up drinking black tea during her pregnancy for the sake of sprouts, now drinks as many as ten cups of black tea a day in reaction.
For some reason, dark clouds had crept in, and by the time the tea was served, it was raining lightly.
“Oh, it’s raining.”
“I put away the laundry. Thank you for the tea.”
“Anyway, it’s almost fireplace season. “I’ll have to work hard to chop down firewood.”
Although it is covered with a cloth now, it is that fireplace that is responsible for the winter mood of Gehenna.
I also like Siu quite a bit, so I personally like winter the most among the four seasons of Gehenna…
A surprising thought suddenly occurred to me.
“Oh, have you ever tried that?”
“What?”
“You wrap potatoes or sweet potatoes in cooking foil and put them in the fire. It’s a real delicacy.”
“Ah… ! “Master also sometimes cooked corn like that.”
“Then you get it! When winter comes, let’s put it in the fireplace. If it’s dongchimi soup with thin ice floating in it…”
“Dongchimi… “Is this Siu’s hometown food?”
Amelia, who was leaning her head towards Siu and cooing as if appreciating her song, showed signs of trouble.
Now even Siwoo knows.
For some reason, every time I suggested food from her hometown, she would say, ‘I hate you!’ And then realize that she was extremely spicy and had no taste for spicy food.
“It will be edible. “It’s not spicy or irritating at all.”
“Then I’ll try it too.”
Only then, as if relieved, did Amelia say, leaning her head comfortably again.
“Siwoo. When Mallika wakes up, there is a place I want to go with her.”
“Yes. “I have to go.”
To some extent, this was planned.
The reason Siwoo visited Amelia early in the morning was not just to see Mallika.
After 0 o’clock.
Today is the day Amelia inherited her brand her from her teacher her.
In other words, it was the anniversary of Malika Marigold’s death her.
2.
The drizzle that briefly swept through the forest at dawn left behind a unique sense of freshness on an autumn day when dark clouds had cleared around noon.
Leave the cabin and leave the pine tree forest. She passed a hill of wild barley not far away. As she walks along a quiet path, she comes to a clearing surrounded by trees.
In an empty lot filled with wild flowers filled with clear raindrops, there is a simple grave that receives warm sunlight all year round.
A small picture frame, a bouquet of flowers in remembrance that Amelia brought to her every time she thought of her, and a small tombstone with the name Mallika Marigold written on it.
It is neat and tidy without any sense of the passage of time over 150 years.
Amelia cleaned up her dry bouquet and put the green bouquet back.
Standing behind him with Malika in his arms her, Siwoo overlapped Amelia’s back with her memories of her.
This is the memory she read from the palace of memories when Amelia was on a rampage.
Amelia, who received her succession without knowing anything about it, resented her master.
Her Master’s actions in hiding the truth from her for Amelia’s sake were viewed as selfish self-righteousness.
Nevertheless, she loved, and that is why she suffered.
Her grief was always expressed in quiet form on the anniversary of Malika Marigold’s death.
Amelia, who sat in place all day, all week, and sometimes even longer, concentrating solely on her magic, visited this cemetery on the anniversary of her death.
The emotions so terribly tangled in her silence did not allow Amelia to shed even a single tear.
Amelia didn’t cry, and she didn’t say anything.
After cleaning the tombstone and offering flowers, for hours on end.
I would look at Odokani’s tombstone and then return to the hut.
But not now.
Because Siwoo is in the hut that has been quiet since Master left.
Because there is Mallika.
Because there is so much I want to say.
“Master, are you doing well?”
Amelia stood side by side with Siu, holding Malika in her arms.
Malika was dozing off in Amelia’s arms, probably feeling happy in the afternoon sunlight.
Amelia lovingly smoothed her messy hair over her cheek.
“Look. She has already grown up like this. She says how smart Mallika is and she can already use her magic? Still, she’s a little worried. “I wish she could walk first, but she looks like someone like this guy. She’s so weak that she keeps trotting around with her mind.”
“Being a mother wasn’t really easy for her. Even now, I think about it every day. Will I ever be able to be a good mother like you? I feel anxious and worried. So she asked Siu and you know what she said? You know Siwoo is like that too, right? Maybe she’s good for us, right? Did you feel this way, Master?”
As seen in Happy Pig’s dream, Amelia became a chatterbox in front of her master.
She gushes about how cute Mallika is, how realizing how hard parenting is has made her appreciate her teacher more, and how wonderfully her son-in-law has become the Duke of Gehenna.
Amelia placed Siwoo in front of her tombstone, as if showing off her precious items.
“Oh, by the way, Siwoo says hello too. “I’ve seen you before, right?”
“It was like that. “There was a line I really wanted to say.”
“What is it?”
Siwoo knelt down and bowed his head at a nice angle.
“Mother! “Give me your daughter!”
It’s not like he’s really here, but if it was Amelia’s teacher that I saw back then, wouldn’t he have burst out laughing?
‘Oh my, Amelia! Yes, West is really fun! She must have laughed until her face turned red.
Amelia, who usually responded to Siwoo’s fuss with a subtle smile, proved this by giggling, showing off her white teeth.
Why didn’t her daughter take after her mother?
Like Amelia when she was an apprentice witch, like Mallika, who has already grown into a tomboy.
“Wake up. Siwoo, your knees are wet.”
“It’s time to get Amelia, the coolest beauty in Gehenna, so getting your knees wet is no big deal.”
“Siwoo, when he became an uncle, he became very sly.”
“You mean uncle… ?” .”
While the two are filming a calm skit.
Suddenly the wind blew.
The birds that had been dozing off are startled and take off, flapping their wings.
Amelia’s skirt flutters like a curtain.
Siwoo’s black hair also falls apart.
Mallika also wrinkles her nose as if she is tickled.
The gentle breeze that rustled the leaves of the trees surrounding them gently wrapped around the three of them as if blessing them.
As if someone was blessing the future of the three people.
“…”
“…”
In the sudden silence, the two people met round eyes.
“Amelia.”
“Siwoo.”
We both smiled slightly and said what we had to say at this moment, as if we were thinking the same thing.
“Shall we get married now?”
“Do we want to get married now?”
