Chapter 1321 – ##17_Former Duke, Current Chief Secretary
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An ancient witch who has lived for a thousand years.
A duke who has been with the history of Gehenna.
A pillar of the two major academic societies that shouldered Gehenna, and the founder of the Truth and True Name Academic Society, the center of orthodox witches.
A gravedigger who protects the mausoleum of a witch who passed away after handing over her noble dreams to future generations.
But now, Blanche Erelim, the constellation witch who calls herself Shin Siwoo’s executive secretary, begins her day at 4 a.m.
“……”
It’s still dark in the early morning.
Blanche, who has gotten out of bed and finished her grooming, brews coffee as soon as she arrives at the Hesed Academic Society President’s office.
While the hot coffee drops drip and leave a thick aroma, Erelim tidies up the president’s office.
It can be said to be her own routine.
-Clack clack clack
First, for Siwoo, who is not good at organizing, she prioritizes the work documents to be reviewed according to the approval line.
She gathers the messy piles of paper and arranges them neatly.
She uses telekinesis to gather all the dust, making it almost a sterile room, and then goes straight to the closet.
-Swish swish swish
She takes out the iron from the shelf and irons the white shirt he will wear, while checking and adjusting today’s schedule in her head.
“……”
When the shirt is crisp enough to be satisfactory, she hangs it on a hanger, and this time it’s time to tidy up the bedroom.
You might wonder why there is a bedroom next to the president’s office, but Siwoo, like a young witch, prefers to sleep.
Although sleep is not necessary for a witch, there are quite a few young witches who still have the inertia of being human and sleep for six hours a day.
Sometimes, they go for a nap, saying, ‘Oh, my head hurts so much. I’ll go get some shut-eye.’
Blanche secretly thought that Siwoo was very cute.
“It’s messy.”
The bedroom is a bit messy, perhaps because he took a nap yesterday while Blanche was out on business.
In fact, cleaning is not a big problem for a witch.
Most of it can be solved with the most basic cleaning magic.
In the end, she was only going to tidy up the blankets and make the corners, but….
“This is….”
Blanche paused.
Because a very revealing pair of panties came out from one side of the blanket.
Then, a strand of green hair was seen sticking to the pillow.
“Hmm.”
It’s Sharon Evergreen’s hair.
She has been tidying up the bedroom ever since she became his secretary, but this is the first time something so blatant has come out.
It seems that they had conjugal relations here while she was away….
It couldn’t be, but for a very brief moment, she felt a strong scent tickling the tip of her nose.
It’s a little embarrassing, but it’s not a big problem.
It’s his bedroom anyway, so it’s none of her business what he does.
The problem is how to return these panties nicely.
“……”
Blanche, who was pondering with her arms crossed, decided to deal with this difficult matter by having them cleaned and dried, then neatly placed in a formal box and sent to Ms. Evergreen’s mansion.
Later.
‘A package came? Sender…. Blanche Erelim? That’s strange? I don’t have anything to receive.’
‘Hmm? Panties…? Huh? This is the one I wore before…. The president’s office….’
‘Kyaaaaak!!!! It came from there?! Why does Duke Erelim have this?!’
The same thing happened, but it’s not important right now.
Even if there is cleaning magic, laundry is important for the sake of feeling.
Especially after sexual intercourse.
Blanche, who was about to collect the pillowcases and bed sheets and ask the maids to wash them, looked around for no reason.
“Ahem ahem.”
Blanche, clearing her throat, brings the pillowcase to her nose as if she were smelling the perfume sprayed on a handkerchief.
Since she was going to wash it anyway, she only tidied it up roughly, and his scent was coming from inside.
Somehow, her mind calmed down.
At that time.
Suddenly, arms wrapped around her waist.
The feel of this thick palm is….
Siwoo, who had sneaked in at some point, was holding Blanche’s slender waist from behind.
“President.”
“Ms. Blanche, you have a sneaky side.”
“It’s a misunderstanding. I was checking the condition of the laundry.”
“Are you feeling lonely these days?”
“That’s not possible. I have Yvonne.”
Blanche answers calmly, as if wearing a mask on her face, without any sign of embarrassment.
This is what composure from experience is like.
“Hmm, I was just joking.”
Siwoo also backed down, either because he wasn’t serious, or because he was a little stung by Erelim’s ironclad statement.
He also took his hand off her waist, which had been wrapped around her like a snake.
Blanche did not point out his sexual harassment.
Siwoo is the leader of the witch society and the guide who led Blanche out of delusion and stubbornness, but at the same time, he is also someone who needs to be taken care of.
He has many older wives by his side, but wives are ultimately family.
And the head of the family tends to be reluctant to show his weaknesses to his wives.
In the end, the conclusion is that Blanche Erelim is the closest to being Siwoo’s protector.
And a male being is constantly struggling with desire, curiosity, and so on.
Blanche was not so harsh as to scold the curiosity of a child she had to take care of.
Rather, it means that she has to accept his whims appropriately and control him so that he doesn’t go too far astray.
“President.”
“Yes.”
“If you are feeling lustful, you may use my body to resolve it.”
“……?”
“My remaining life belongs to the President. If the President enjoys exploring my body, I will gladly offer it.”
Siwoo’s eyes widened.
Erelim calmly took off her rimless glasses and sat on the bed.
“There are about two hours of free time in my schedule, so please do as you wish.”
While continuing her delusion, Blanche’s eyes met her own reflection in the mirror.
The image of a beautiful woman with silver eyes, almost white, and long black hair burying her face in a pillow was unsightly in many ways.
“At this point, I should just leave it to the laundry.”
Blanche, feeling embarrassed by her own reflection in the mirror, muttered to herself and took the laundry out of the bedroom to take care of the rest of her chores.
She is called an executive secretary, but Blanche’s role is no different from that of a chief secretary of a large corporation.
She knows the inner workings of the Academic Society better than Siwoo, her ability to handle major tasks is outstanding, and she is well-versed in the internal structure of Gehenna’s academic societies, which are intertwined like roots, so she also handles requests for cooperation from institutions and academic societies.
In addition, she can handle everything from ordering and paying for the flower decorations that adorn the Hesed Academic Hall throughout the year, to renting and rotating art exhibitions, and even overseeing the frequent balls, so it’s safe to say that she is a secretary on another level, although she feels sorry for Sharon, who previously held the position.
Anyway, after this routine is roughly over, Blanche handles and replies to the letters sent to Siwoo.
As she handles her work while admiring the dimly rising dawn, Siwoo comes to work around 5:30 a.m.
“Haaam…. Good morning.”
“Good morning, President.”
Siwoo, who came to work in a disheveled state, looked tired as usual.
Even though Blanche is doing her best to assist him, the president’s workload is not decreasing.
For him, Blanche always prepared a warm towel.
It is a towel that has been heated in a steamer and then lightly sprinkled with refreshing mint oil.
“You didn’t have to do this again…. I’m always grateful. Wow, this is refreshing.”
Siwoo wiped his hands and face with the towel and sat down, drinking the strong coffee she handed him to wake up.
“If you’re tired, would you like a massage?”
“No, it’s okay. You don’t have to go that far… Haa….”
Blanche, who was secretly pleased to see him, readily offered a massage.
Despite his refusal, she went behind Siwoo, who was sitting on the sofa, and massaged his neck muscles.
“Does this feel good?”
“Yes, yes, ugh….”
“How about doing it like this?”
“Wow, this is good too.”
A scene that would have shocked other witches unfolded.
Blanche, who was carefully massaging him with strength in her fingertips, and Siwoo, who had his eyes closed comfortably.
At first, Siwoo had declined out of a sense of burden, but now he was used to Blanche’s excessive kindness.
Strictly speaking, he had half given up because she wouldn’t listen even if he tried to stop her.
“I will tell you about today’s schedule. The meeting with the Dean of Trinity Academy at 8:30 a.m….”
While massaging him, Blanche’s mouth spewed out today’s schedule.
“…It will end with a dinner party attended by each department head at 9 p.m.”
“Thank you for organizing it.”
“It’s my pleasure.”
It’s a truly exhausting schedule as the regular semester is about to start again, but Siwoo is already used to it.
In fact, it would be shameless to complain when Blanche is working so hard.
And now there is a fact that needs to be conveyed….
“Do you remember? When we fought before, you made a contract that you would ‘give up the succession.’”
“…That’s right.”
“There was a problem with the mark itself, right?”
“Yes.”
Blanche’s expression darkened rapidly.
It’s not that she suddenly regrets giving up the succession.
On that day, the life of the witch Blanche Erelim was saved.
Although there was a minor side effect that she could no longer aim for the realm of ascension due to a defect in the mark itself in the process of ‘giving up the succession’, it was nothing compared to what she had received from him.
However, she is ashamed of her past when she was hostile to him, so her face hardens.
“While I was researching variant succession, I think I found a way to solve that problem.”
“…Really?”
Blanche was moved.
This is not because she is happy that the mark can be normalized.
The fact that Siwoo, who is so busy, worried about her and researched a way to treat her was touching in itself.
“Yes. The method is….”
Siwoo, who had a somewhat embarrassed expression despite Blanche’s passionate expression of emotion, continued his explanation.
“……”
Blanche’s expression, who was listening to the explanation, gradually became subtle.
