City ​​of Witches 765

Chapter 765 – #162_A Field Trip In The Mortal Realm (4)

#765

1.
Due to various incidents, it had been somewhat delayed, but the time for sorting things out had come.
The mother-in-law had left the officetel after finishing lunch.

Siwoo and his lovers gathered in the living room.
It was to discuss the treatment of Linne and Dorothy.

As a helper who saved his life, as a love-hate relationship, as a live-in lover, as a disciple who transcended the master-disciple relationship, as the royal consort of the Nukelavi Kingdom.
Precious relationships that had been formed while overcoming difficulties.
Each one was a valuable treasure to Siwoo, impossible to single out.

Until now, they had tolerated each other’s existence and had formed a polygamous relationship under smooth agreement.

Of course, he considered it an excessive consideration that they had understood this much.
But this time, it was a bit different.

Dorothy and Linne were public figures.

In a situation that was already quite abnormal, whether to accept their inclusion depended entirely on Siwoo’s persuasion.
Also, since Siwoo, who had caused them mental anguish regardless of the circumstances, was making a brazen request, he was kneeling on the floor alone.

“I knew that the assistant had seduced even a public figure… but this is something else.”
“There was a reason why she got along so well with Sharon… the Demon King of Lust!”

“You already have cute apprentice witches like me and Odette as girlfriends. And you’re adding more?”
“Absolutely not! I don’t want more rivals!”

The twins protested, their eyes blazing.

As apprentice witches from the Geminai County, who held a privileged position in the witch society, their opposition to public figures was as expected.

“You little ones, be quiet. Do you know who worked the hardest to rescue Siwoo? It was I and my friend Dorothy. Dorothy may be a public figure, but she is a witch who knows loyalty.”

Ruelle stepped forward to defend Dorothy.

“You idiot! Your rivals are increasing too!”
“Do you think I’m afraid? You have the courage of a chick, yet you dare to oppose me.”

“Are you really okay with it?”
“It’s not easy for me to have love battles with my friend. But if it weren’t for Dorothy, Shin Siwoo wouldn’t be here. If the person involved demands their rights, how can I turn them away? I repay grudges fivefold and kindness tenfold. That is the creed of Ruelle Nukelavi.”

Ruelle was surprisingly showing a magnanimous demeanor.
Of course, to Siwoo, it seemed like she was favoring her own.

“She’s suddenly acting like an adult…”
“Using middle school syndrome language…”

The twins seemed to think Ruelle’s words were plausible, as they only resorted to personal attacks and didn’t immediately refute her.

“What about the Sword Witch? That witch is a really bad witch!”
“That’s right! She’s even the cause of this whole mess!”
“That’s none of my concern. She’ll take care of herself.”

As expected, Ruelle drew a sharp line when it came to someone else’s story.
Odile, who had been thinking deeply, opened her mouth.

“Assistant, have you ever heard of Stockholm Syndrome?”
“Assistant, you’ve definitely been gaslighted. There’s no other reason why you’d say you’re making a kidnapped public figure your girlfriend!”
“It’s not like that. But I thought I needed to explain, so that’s why we’ve gathered…”

At that moment, Eloa gently grabbed Siwoo’s wrist.

“Siwoo, I have something to say this time too.”
“I’m listening.”

“All the women gathered here, including me, are people who have been entangled with you through various incidents.”
“That’s right.”

“Some of you have received things, and some of you have given things to him. Everyone agrees that we are in a relationship where we feel gratitude towards each other. Isn’t that the same reason why you want to embrace Linne and Dorothy?”
“That’s… right.”

“You are a witch, and therefore, the society you belong to is also a witch society. But all the witches except you are women, aren’t they?”

She was a benevolent teacher who rarely scolded Siwoo.
If she was talking this long, it meant that something was seriously wrong.

“Then, I’m worried that every time you form a bond, every time you feel gratitude, your lovers will increase.”

Siwoo guessed what his teacher was saying.
In other words, wasn’t there a possibility that this could happen again and again?
But fortunately, Siwoo had already decided on an answer to that.

“This will be the last time.”

However, Odile, Odette, and Sharon were shocked by Siwoo’s statement.
Even his teacher’s eyes widened slightly.

“Really?”
“Really?”
“Seriously?”

Ruelle was more of a ‘bring it on!’ type, and Amelia never really opposed Siwoo’s decisions.

But the twins seemed to be really moved.
They even had tears in their eyes.

“I, I thought the assistant would take in about 20 more before closing the net.”
“I, I thought you’d never stop.”
“I’m sorry for causing you so much trouble until now. From this point on, I’ll make sure that this kind of thing never happens again.”

“Ah, no! It wasn’t that much trouble!”
“As long as the assistant is safe… we were mostly okay.”

The twins weren’t just saying nice things after hearing Siwoo’s declaration of reform.

Of course, having more rivals was never a good thing.
It meant less time to monopolize the assistant.

When Sharon first joined, the twins had vehemently opposed it…
But now, their mindset was a little different.

They had built a friendship with Sharon, who they used to bicker with, and they got along well with Ruelle, who had joined recently.
The twins, who had always played together, were also making friends.

They didn’t like having more rivals who loved the same man.
But they liked having more friends who shared the same love for the same man.

It was a complex and subtle feeling.

Perhaps that was why the twins nodded more readily than expected.

“Well, if the assistant says so… I understand.”
“Me too. Ruelle’s words aren’t wrong.”
“You’ve thought it through well.”
“Thank you for understanding.”

Now it was time to explain what had happened with Linne.
And to explain in detail what kind of person she was.

It was going to be a very long story.

2.
The conversation started at 4 o’clock and ended around sunset.

Siwoo, who had decided to visit Gehenna with his teacher to bring Linne and Dorothy, walked down the street and brought up the slightly delayed story.
It was a heavy topic, so he carefully brought it up when they were alone.

“Teacher, there’s something I need to tell you.”
“What is it?”
“I met Ea Sadalmelik at Hexennacht.”

Even as he spoke, he felt a little anxious.
To his teacher, Ea was an enemy she could not live under the same sky with.
The culprit she had been chasing for 100 years of resentment.

A sword so sharp that it could tear anything apart, yet so fragile that it could break with the slightest impact.
That was how deep the resentment was, to transform his teacher’s first impression like that.

Siwoo looked at his teacher’s expressionless face and continued.

“Also, I couldn’t tell her exact rank… but it seemed like she had regained power beyond her prime.”

Even as he said this, he had a slight worry.
The only time his kind teacher turned fierce was when it involved the Witch of Aquarius.

“I see.”

But unexpectedly, she nodded calmly.

“Did you know?”
“There have been several sightings at the South American Witch Point branch. Her survival was a foregone conclusion.”

It wasn’t the random, scattered anger of the past.
It was a refined hatred that was piling up heavily.
Siwoo read that in Eloa’s pink eyes.

“I will make her pay the price with my own hands.”

Siwoo gently hugged his teacher from behind as she recited her short vow.

In the public eye, she was a noble purifier and a martial god, but his teacher wasn’t as strong as she seemed.
Because she wasn’t good at expressing her emotions, she would curl up and cry when something sad happened, and she would struggle alone even when she was hurting.

“I’ll be with you then.”

Eloa looked up slightly.
The blue flames in her eyes softened a little.

“What are you saying? We are always together.”

Then, she brought Siwoo’s hand to her cheek and rubbed against it, asking to be petted.

Our teacher is so cute!

When they were with everyone, she showed the dignified appearance of a teacher, but when they were alone like this, she became endlessly cute.

Especially when she rubbed her cheek against his hand and looked up, it was like she was asking for a kiss.
It was the middle of the street, but who cared?

Siwoo bent down slightly, and Eloa raised her toes slightly, ending with a light kiss.

“Hey, you bastards, did you rent the whole street? Go to a motel, a motel.”

A gruff, sarcastic male voice came from behind.

Both Siwoo and Eloa had extremely developed senses.
They weren’t so careless as to miss a voice that was shouting as if to be heard.

Turning around at the absurd provocation, there was a tattooed pig-gukbap (pork and rice soup) guy wearing a fluorescent short-sleeved shirt in this weather, standing there swaggering with a clutch bag.

Basically, witches attracted attention because of their beauty.
Therefore, they carried Park Young’s amulet to reduce their presence, but street kissing was too eye-catching, no matter what.

“Don’t, oppa~ why are you doing this~ they’ll hear~”
“So what, you bastard. Let them hear.”

Next to him was a woman pretending to stop him while smiling, and about four or five other thugs who seemed to be his friends.
Like attracts like, they were all thugs straight out of a drawing.

The man who had started the fight spat out phlegm as soon as he made eye contact with Siwoo.

“What are you looking at?”

Rather than being immediately angry, he couldn’t help but laugh, thinking, ‘So this is how you get into a fight.’
He wouldn’t be afraid of street thugs now, unlike before.

“Me?”

Siwoo pointed to his chin with his finger, asking for confirmation.
Eloa gently tugged on Siwoo’s sleeve.

“Siwoo, let’s just ignore it.”
“They’re openly picking a fight?”
“Those who possess power must cultivate themselves accordingly. Aren’t they just a bunch of ruffians?”
“If you say so.”

He wanted to teach them a lesson, but his teacher’s opinion came first.
He was about to turn around and ignore it, thinking he had stepped in poop, when even louder jeers poured out.
Also, their low-level conversations pierced his ears.

“Look at them running away, scared.”
“Oh, Hyungchil. You always get hard when you see pretty girls.”
“It feels good, but it’s annoying.”
“Look at that woman’s hair color. She’s obviously a pink-haired slut.”
“Did she dye her pubic hair too?”

Downplaying and sexual harassment stemming from envy and jealousy.
The target was naturally his teacher, the woman, and it was pouring down on her.
Was there any reason to endure it any longer?

“Teacher, I’ll take care of it in 3 minutes.”
“It’s hilarious how they act tough and then run away. You pathetic losers.”

While he didn’t really care about the insults directed at him, his teacher readily gave her permission after hearing the insults directed at her disciple.

“Don’t hurt them too badly.”