City Of Witches 389

Chapter 389 – #83_Joint Secrets (5)

#387

One.
“Then you should go in too.”
“Yes, Duke. Good night.”

Elroa sighed briefly after seeing off Sharon.
She occasionally visited Eloa with a drink.
As Sharon, who listened to Elroa’s circumstances and sympathized with her, she continues to serve as her companion and communication channel.

She is a kind witch who suits Siwoo well.
Sharon did not express her desire for exclusiveness toward Siu.
Just today, didn’t the drinking party suggest when the drinking party was ripe?
Tell Siwoo the whole truth and tell him.

Eloa calmly refused it.

He is the disciple that Eloah has in mind instead of Raffi.
I could be satisfied just by watching him take care of the training and get along happily like now.

“I’m just a coward….”

But I know.
Elroa’s body and her sincerity.
She remembers him and misses him.

Every night, I think of Siwoo, toss and turn, and fall asleep dreaming of the moment I was held in his arms.
The excuse of contentment with staying by his side is nothing more than a lie that does not go against Eloah’s lofty moral standards.

Standing by the window where the moonlight was breaking, Eloah changed into the pajamas Siu bought her and untied her hair.
Her light pink long hair swayed and flowed through her clothes.

Is it because of the alcohol? A little sensible mind and loose reason.
Through that gap, her memories flowed.
It reminds me of his hand roughly grabbing Elroa’s waist and the rough breathing that came from right behind her ear.

“… Siu….”

Elroa bit her lip and shook her delusion away.
I don’t think I can avoid taking a cold shower today.

Elroa, who was about to walk to her bathroom, caught the briefcase in her eyes.
At that moment, the spirit of alcohol and miscellaneous thoughts that had disturbed Elroa disappeared in an instant, like alcohol evaporated.

“…….”

The contract sword in her hand.
An envelope laid proudly on the desk.
This is something she didn’t have until she met Sharon.
And while she was drinking with her, no one had ever been in or out of her room.

“Contract.”

A light pink glow floated in Elroa’s eyes.
A gaze penetrating delusion and lies scans the surroundings.
No one is suspicious

This is Gehenna, especially the high-security mansion of Gemani.
How many people can do such a thing by deceiving the attention of Sharon, the high witch of the 20th hierarchy, and Eloa of the 23rd hierarchy?
Elroa, not paying her attention, quietly opened the envelope without any magical action being taken.

What came out of it was three pictures.

“This….”

Eloa’s pupils narrowed in astonishment.

Shabby buildings densely packed like paper boxes and neon signboards densely hanging between them.
A witch captured in the midst of a crowded crowd, each holding food in her hand.

Short bobbed hair over her shoulders.
Red eyes like cursed carnelian.
A feat that Eloati Ferret tried to avenge by burning her life.
Ea Sadalmelik.

All of them were pictures of her, as if they had secretly taken her.
I hurriedly looked at the back of the photo, and the place and time were written.
The date is just yesterday, the place is night time in Kowloon, Hong Kong.
Mongkok, across Nathan Street.

“…….”

Eloa is surprised when she realizes that she is calmer than she thought.
Had she been, she would have run off to the place written behind this picture without a second thought.
Because her fierce hatred that would burn everything in her would have possessed her.

But now, I am considering the post-war situation a little more calmly.
Ea’s picture was placed on Eloa’s desk through the strict magical guard.

If it is an anonymous report with good intentions, there is no need for such a cumbersome method.
That means that the person who delivered this photo is a witch who cannot go through formal procedures.

It is a trap with a very high probability.

“Siw.”

As she looked at her picture, Elroa suddenly remembered Siu.

If Siu was here, he would have stopped Eloa.
If the lovely disciple Xin Shiwu had advised me to ignore this provocation and be cautious, would he have listened to it right away?
I suddenly felt that way.

But that’s for a while.
His face is clouded with a belated torrent of anger.

It doesn’t matter if it’s a trap or not.
If there is a witch who wants to play with her evil, she will only purify it.
Even if there are traps, destroying them entirely is enough.

Eloa’s body headed for the portal as if it were being shot.

2.
After Clara’s help heals her wounds.
Amelia and Clara’s relationship grew closer.
But there are things that no matter how close you are, you can’t get over it anymore.

“Clara.”
“Yes!”
“Why are you blocking it like this?”
“Yes? What?”

Amelia asked Clara, who eagerly spread the dishes on her table.

“You are…. They are trying to catch me.”

A lack of magic power in the face of a breathtaking hunting schedule.
Amelia released her self-defense and received refined magical power from Clara, and she managed to recover.

After that incident, Clara brought Amelia to her workshop and showed her different dishes throughout the day.
At first, he assumed he was merely trying to put her Amelia to rest.

But it’s too much.
As if he was trying to keep Amelia from remembering her killing part.
They bombarded the kitchen for several days.
At first, Amelia, who was grateful for Clara’s kindness, felt uncomfortable.

“… I didn’t mean to. Because you haven’t had enough rest yet.”
“I have enough rest. My mana has almost recovered.”
“…….”
“….Are you acquainted with the next prey?”

What Amelia recalled here was the case of an acquaintance of Clara and Bianca Bellely, a public figure listed in her next death book.

“It can’t be.”

Clara shook her head in strong denial.
I was so fortunate.
If Clara’s acquaintance, who is nothing short of Amelia’s benefactor, had been her next prey….
It’s horrifying just imagining how things could have turned out.

“But…. The Witch of Desire is dangerous.”
“Danger?”
“Amelia, this time you might be defeated. So I want you to rest for as long as possible….”

Amelia felt concern and consideration from Clara’s words.
For Clara, who respects and understands Amelia’s will, her culinary parade over the past few days has been her own metaphorical dissuade.
Thank you very much for that

“Thanks.”
“… What do you have to be thankful for? It’s all about helping….”

The meal ended without much conversation after that.
Clara and Amelia each washed themselves and got ready for bed.
It was all thanks to Clara’s natural consideration that she was able to catch her breath and take a break.
Amelia quietly lifted her body as Clara went to bed, snoring softly at her.

“…….”
“Hmm….”

Amelia was breaking apart alone without knowing the limit.
It is all thanks to Clara who has been a physical and mental support by her side.

She wants to stay with her a little longer out of her mind, but the task is not over yet.
At least until I see the end of this killing part, I have no face to see Siwoo’s face.
But if she just leaned on Clara, she would feel the burden too.
I’ve already received enough favors.

“Thanks.”

Amelia stroked Clara’s hair lightly and set down a bottle of her perfume made for her in her arms.
Now is the time to make up your mind again.
Amelia put on her master’s memento, the cloak, and went out into the night.

3.
“Is this the life of a successful businessman?”

The Royal Suite Room at the 5-star Hotel Periwinkle Seoul.
Takasho was drinking wine while watching the night view in a luxury room that he could not even dream of with a modest salary, even if it wasn’t the President’s room.

Cybele Periwinkle, who I met through Shin Si-woo’s introduction, kept his promise.
Not only did he save the host bar, which was about to fail, with a consulting service that showed off his inner workings, but he also introduced a distribution book for bringing in high-end liquor.

Takasho, who was permitted to go to the present world for two weeks, traveled all over the world accompanied by the smugglers of Count Adonai.

It was difficult for the liquor to be delivered to Rose Glass because it was not a commonly available item.
Therefore, in addition to signing a direct supply contract with a famous foreign casting company, they were introduced to and hired by three auction agents with thick bones on the floor.

Now that sales are limited due to a lack of high-end liquor, this contract will raise the level of business like a sail in a tailwind.
It is clear that he borrowed Periwinkle’s personal connections and had the halo of Count Adonai, but the reason why he reached this point was because he appealed his business performance well in his own way.

“How can you shoot the boat without a toast?”

Although it’s a bit unfortunate that I don’t have anyone to share a drink with or a girl to congratulate on the bed….
Takasho couldn’t hide his hearty smile.

When I worked as a slave at the academy, I never imagined coming out to this world, let alone a hotel like this.
If you think about it, it’s all thanks to Siwoo.

“Under… Seriously, how do you repay this favor, Siwoo?”

Thinking that if I’m next to you, I can suck you wholeheartedly without joking.
Takasho gets drunk on wine and the night view of his best friend’s hometown.

“I’m going to go shopping for the rest of the day and buy a present for Sharon.”

It’s late.
On his way to bed after putting down his glass to go to bed, Takasho was greeted by an unexpected person.

“Hi?”

It’s a witch
Ivory blonde hair wavy like a curtain.
Jade-colored eyes that catch the night view even in the dark.

Takasho immediately realized who the opponent was.
It’s been 6 years since I lived on the eyes of witches.
If that flawless appearance wasn’t a witch, that would be odd in its own way.

Originally, no matter how embarrassing the situation was, Takasho was ready to respond politely at any time, even if a witch he had never met suddenly entered his hotel room.

But even swallowing saliva is impossible.
I couldn’t even do the small thing of blinking my eyes.

It was because the witch, who looked just like a French doll, sensed a sloppy feeling she had never felt before.
Just by her presence in this room, a sense of crisis as if her air was turned into sarin gas struck an alarm bell in her brain.
She was motionless, watching her stiff Takasho, and the witch laughed bashfully.

“Do you feel good?”

The witch who was sitting on her bed stood up and introduced herself.

“I am a kind fairy who makes people’s desires come true. My name is Bianca Verily.”

Jade-colored eyes burst out like flashes in the dark.

“I came to pick you up.”