City ​​of Witches 402

Chapter 402 – #87_Oversight

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1.
I opened the first door.

The world was visible.
It was a world filled with all sorts of modifiers and geometric sequences.

No.
It was a little different.
This was a calculation formula that would be overlaid if one were to magically analyze the principles of action of all objects and things that came into view.

Focusing my consciousness a little, I saw a woman’s face through the layers of scattered vision, like a dragonfly’s eye.
The busty woman who had treated Siwoo’s body and later even shared a one-night stand with him.
Yebin Smirna.

She had used magnetic magic and intercourse to activate Siwoo’s consciousness, which had been trapped in an Ein she had created, and was only repeating research.
In a situation where it was not clear what was what.

Two answers came from an instinctual cry.

Imitate magnetic magic.
Violate, violate and take the magic.
That was the only answer.

Siwoo attacked Yebin and succeeded in copying her magical memory palace.
It wasn’t that high of a level for magnetic magic.
It was only capable of looking into other people’s memories.

The second memory.
Amelia was visible.
A much higher and richer witch-specific scent than Yebin Smirna.

Siwoo had already copied magic once, following his instincts.

He thought that he had to take this magic as well, that he had to.
Because it seemed like it would be incredibly helpful in achieving magic.

She resisted somewhat, but she was different from the docile Yebin Smirna.
Amelia Merrygold refused to cooperate with the magic research.

She spoke in a low voice, but it could not be heard.
Only the unpleasantness of being disturbed in her magic research and old memories that could not be traced back made her lips move.

‘—- -.‘

It was probably a curse word.
At that moment, the magic formula briefly lifted like a veil, revealing Amelia’s face.

A straight gaze and tearful eyes that were determined not to run away, but looked like they would crumble if touched, stopped on Siwoo’s face.

‘—-, — —-.”

Amelia did not scold Siwoo.
In front of Siwoo, who had turned his back, she instead looked tearful as if she had committed a sin, and quietly closed the door.

Siwoo didn’t know.
This truth.
He couldn’t remember.

The memories flowed.

He reached the second door.

Siwoo’s daily life was spent researching magic alone.
Based on the assets he had accumulated so far, he endlessly repeated disassembly and reassembly, pursuing an efficient form.

Everything in this world was inspiration and a playground.

For example, this huge barrier that separated Gehenna was close to perfect.
Siwoo endlessly continued his research, referencing the barrier for the existing dimensional magic formula.

Then, he felt a flaw in the barrier.
Siwoo, who sensed an anomaly in the Gehenna barrier that should have been perfect, met Eia Sadalmelik.

A terrible public enemy, an evil to be eliminated.
The moment he faced her, he judged her to be an obstacle, even though he did not have a clear consciousness.

He fought.
He defeated her.

Simply copying and transferring magic was a luxury for an obstacle.
He raped her as she knelt and took her maiden’s loom.
He took the contract of the King of All Diseases.

Siwoo realized for the first time how the loom and the King of All Diseases had come into his hands.

After that.
He met Duke Keter.

There was no need to explain how he had noticed.
Even with his overclocked magic eye that saw through everything, he could not see through her depth.

‘—— —— ——-.’

Keter, who muttered some words, returned Siwoo’s body, which was breaking down due to excessive overload, to his childhood.
At the same time, the Ein was split in two.

One Shin Siwoo was above.
One Shin Siwoo was below.

An unwanted exile to a deep place.
No longer able to gain inspiration for magic.
He fell into a deep abyss where he had to repeat only breaking and rebuilding blocks.

Siwoo had no disappointment.
There was no anger either.
Only a deep regret made him take some kind of action.

Just before the black Ein completely closed.
Shin Siwoo threw a single thread connecting to the Ein above.

So that when he inhaled the scent of a witch with different magic, he would crave it.
When a moment of crisis came and he could no longer research magic even in the depths of his unconscious.

So that he would rise again someday.
He set up a self-defense and a link.

A long time passed.
A monotonous time when only fragments of magic occasionally flowed in.
If he had been an ordinary human, he would have been bored, but that was not the case at all.
Every time he accepted high-quality magic, he gained satisfaction just by blossoming and changing it.

He built his own world in the empty Ein.
More perfectly, more beautifully, towards a higher place.
That was the mission that a witch should have.

The doors of forgotten memories opened one by one.
The fact that he had obtained fragments of elemental magic.
The fact that he had obtained fragments of contract magic.
The fact that he had obtained fragments of barrier magic.

Time flowed.

The door that appeared again was a little different from the doors so far.
Unlike the solid black doors, it had a somewhat crude appearance.
And a faint pink magic reflection and a contract pattern engraved on the door.

When he opened the door.

“I’m sorry, but I believe this is the best I can do right now… I will take responsibility for today’s events until the day this life ends…”

Eloa, with her head under Siwoo’s nose, was visible.
Unlike other memories, Eloa’s lines were clearly heard, and even the sweat on her body and the sweat that tormented her with pleasure clearly brushed past his eyes.

After some time had passed.
When they were alone in the twins’ carriage.
Siwoo and Eloa, who had taken the potion, shared a passionate love.

Eloa’s heartfelt true feelings continued under the pretext of a role-playing situation.

“Maybe… I think I love Siwoo a lot.”

Eloa suddenly took out a contract sword.

“I contract.”

That was where this memory ended.

The last door he faced.

The incident where Takasho was taken hostage and he had a one-on-one meeting with the Witch of Desire to save him.
From here, the memories flowed quite smoothly.

Because it was the last memory before Siwoo walked through this memory palace.

The fragments of magic he had collected so far.
Shin Siwoo, who had woven them into a huge tree and unified them, confronted Bianca.

The magic was so wondrous and beautiful that it was hard to believe it was his own.

A victory he mistakenly believed he had achieved.
The Witch of Desire had arranged for a mutual destruction until the very end.
The moment when the bars-like teeth were about to lacerate his entire body, the wild flower clusters shattered with the cold winter rain.

Siwoo saw Amelia.
Amelia also saw Siwoo.

Why was she here?
He had heard that she had abandoned her magic lessons and workshop and had gone somewhere.

His heart fluttered.
He didn’t know what to say, but it wasn’t very comfortable to look at her stiffened figure as soon as their eyes met.

It was like.
Like Amelia when Siwoo, who had regained his memories, had said harsh words.
It was as if the emotions he had deliberately forgotten and tried to ignore were wriggling up.

Had she unfolded the note?
How did she get here?
He wanted to choose his words carefully and open his mouth, but this was just a past moment that had already passed.

Siwoo took his eyes off Amelia.
His eyes were focused on the disappearing presence beyond the vast sea.
He couldn’t let go of the prey he had almost caught, so the steps he took stopped as if they were discharged due to extreme exhaustion and fatigue.

That was the end of Shin Siwoo’s memories that Shin Siwoo did not know.

2.
“Cough… Ugh…!”

A dark basement.
An artifact was placed there.
It resembled a huge mammalian fetal membrane, or a sleeping bag made of meat, and it was.

The cocoon of rebirth that Bianca Bellili had prepared as a last resort.
It was originally in the possession of Eia Sadalmelik, but she had stolen it.

Bianca shuddered as she spat out the sticky liquid that had filled her body, even her nose and mouth.
It was because it was a terrible experience that she never wanted to experience again.
It was also because of fear.

A drop in rank was, in a way, more terrible than death.

Even though Bianca had modified the artifact that would save her life once in exchange for sacrificing her rank so that she could be resurrected without any drop in rank.

The result was something she wouldn’t know until she had actually died.
Fortunately, Bianca still had a clear 22-stroke mark left.

The cocoon of rebirth, which had disappeared like dried jerky due to the price of illegal tuning, had become a one-time use.
It was a shame to lose such a ‘last escape route’, but on the other hand, it meant that she had gained a chance for a comeback that would not have been possible originally.
If she didn’t let her guard down, she wouldn’t repeat the same kind of defeat twice.

“Cough! Cough! It’s fun, it’s fun.”

First of all, it was important to recover her stamina and magic power.
Bianca, who was lying down and catching her breath, tried to get up.
Her body stiffened.

-Tap tap tap

The circular staircase leading to the basement.
Because the sound of footsteps that should not be heard was heard there.
This was a hideout and treasure trove that Bianca had not revealed to anyone.

No sign of other people or shadows flickering in the light should have been visible.
Especially if it was Eia Sadalmelik’s.

“Hello! Is this how you greet people?”

Eia Sadalmelik’s shadow fell on Bianca’s gaze, which was crawling on the floor like a newly molted larva.
A crimson glow reminiscent of a spider lily under the crescent moon.
A bob cut that was cut straight above her shoulders and the water bottle pattern lace dress that she loved so much.

“Ahahaha… You crazy bitch…”

Bianca let out a burst of laughter.
She couldn’t help but laugh.

Eia Sadalmelik, who had been drooling and calling her master just a few days ago.
Moreover, the reason why she, who had ordered her to play tag in Hong Kong, was here.
She couldn’t help but laugh.

“How was my acting?”

Bianca was rank 22.
Eia was rank 13 now.
However, Bianca, who had gone through intense consumption in the previous battle and had no magic power left, could never defeat Eia.
A missile without fuel was just a pile of scrap metal.

“Acting like a crazy bitch drooling?”

Bianca laughed with a half-mad look, but Eia didn’t even blink an eye.
Instead, she squatted down and made eye contact with Bianca.

“How can you be so careless? You even took off my headband… You let me go free… If you were going to take something off, you should have only taken off my clothes. And, oh my, look at this?”

Eia took out a lotus flower the size of her palm, which she had unnaturally moved behind her back, and showed it to her.
A lotus flower that emitted a mysterious rainbow light, as if it were made of crystal.

“You should have put such important things aside.”

No matter how broken she thought she was, she had no memory of telling Eia about this workshop.
However, as Eia said, if Bianca’s actions had been careless, there was a possibility that she had leaked clues from small, unconscious actions or words.

Moreover, this was a no-risk, high-return gamble for Eia.

If Bianca had won the fight, she would not have returned to the cocoon of rebirth, and Eia would have continued to act as usual.
On the other hand, the fact that she had returned to the cocoon of rebirth now meant that she had suffered damage that made it impossible to resist immediately.

There was no room for denial.
Bianca had been completely deceived by Eia Sadalmelik.

Eia smiled as if she was enjoying herself to death and clenched her teeth.
It was not difficult to know that it was an expression to hold back laughter.

“What was this lotus flower called? It said that if I had enough sacrifices and magic power, I could restore my rank?”
“…Kill me.”

Bianca sensed her end.
If it was Eia that she knew, she would never, ever let Bianca live.

“Already? Let’s not do that. It’s a shame, it’s a moment of exhilaration, and I have to take revenge for what I suffered.”

That’s right.
Bianca had tormented Eia in all sorts of ways, giving her shame.
It was true that if a witch with as much pride as Eia had suffered such a thing, she might want to get revenge.
And this was an opportunity.
A very slim one…

“Sorry, I was just joking.”

Bianca felt a pain as if a hot wire had passed through her neck.
She felt the blood that was gurgling belatedly flow into her trachea and soak her lungs.

Eia had cut the vital point of her neck as accurately as a butcher.
It was a fatal move for Bianca, who was so exhausted that she couldn’t even activate her self-defense.

“Cough! Cough… Cough…!”
“Don’t worry, you told me. That being careless is a very stupid thing to do.
But shall I tell you one thing to comfort you? Your mark will be used for a very good purpose. For the glorious resurrection of me, Eia Sadalmelik! As for that useless body… Hmm… I’ll throw it to the pigs as food.”

When Eia let go of the hair she was holding, Bianca’s head fell forward.
Her fingernails broke as she helplessly grabbed the cement floor.
Eia’s eerie laughter overlapped with the sound of gurgling blood bubbles.

“Thank you, Bianca Bellili. You were a really good master.”