Chapter 80 – #19_Uninvited Guest (1)
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1.
“Huff…! Huff…!”
The wind brushed past her ears.
Amelia’s feet, which had been running wildly without any sense of direction, caught on a rock.
At that moment, her autonomous defense system activated, shattering the rock into dust, but the speed at which she was running was too great.
Amelia’s body was thrown into the air, and she tumbled down the slope.
From her fine, beautiful hair to the hem of her elegant dress, everything was covered in dirt, though she wasn’t injured.
Amelia got to her feet.
In her mind, the image of Siwoo, with his terrifying expression, still lingered like a ghost.
‘Are you satisfied now that you’ve crushed my last hope? I guess that’s why you’ve been tormenting me like you want to devour me.’
‘What do you even want from me?’
‘I’m sorry for hurting your petty pride five years ago, but if you’re going to keep testing me and torturing me like this, can’t you just kill me instead?’
Anger expressed without any filter, transparently.
A new expression, a new way of speaking, a new voice.
Siwoo looked at Amelia, resented her, and reproached her.
And Amelia, overwhelmed by the pressure, had run away.
“Ugh…”
A sharp pain in her chest.
Amelia unconsciously gripped her dress.
It felt like a heavy weight had fallen on her body.
No words came out; she just wanted to run away and hide.
For Amelia, Siwoo’s actions were an unforgivable act of sacrilege.
Not only did he raise his voice in front of a witch, but he also showed signs of using insults and violence.
It was an act of insubordination that could not be forgiven.
“How dare… a slave…”
If only she could vent the tangled emotions in the bottom of her heart, like a ball of yarn, and feel some relief.
Amelia chewed on the words she had forced out, then quickly realized.
They were so futile and empty.
Even if she tried to be angry at him, even if she tried to clench her fist and grind her teeth at his absurd insubordination and rudeness.
She couldn’t.
Every time, his piercing gaze came back to her.
His eyes, filled with refined anger, wet with tears.
He was crying.
Even Amelia could recognize the tears of anger, resentment, and sorrow.
She didn’t care about being hated by others.
Amelia had never considered how anyone else thought of her.
But Siwoo was different.
Was he that angry?
Did he hate her that much?
The fact that she was the one who had caused it, that she was the target of his anger, was too hard to accept.
“Master…”
Amelia brushed off the dirt and stood up.
White particles began to swirl around her.
She wanted to see her master.
She wanted to give up everything and just run away.
Amelia’s body was swept away by the autumn wind and disappeared in an instant.
2.
“Hey! I’m not done talking yet!”
As soon as Amelia ran away, Siwoo chased after her.
But her steps, aided by magic, were so fast that she disappeared from his sight in less than 10 seconds.
His eyes were bloodshot because his last hope had vanished, and he immediately entered Amelia’s room.
“Damn it! I’ve been holding back for five years, and she runs away after hearing just a few words?”
He grabbed one of the expensive-looking whiskey bottles displayed in her room and poured it down his throat, venting his frustration.
It was an act of recklessly touching the witch’s belongings, but he didn’t care about the consequences anymore.
After all, he had already made such a mess, so the chances of Amelia forgiving him were slim to none.
Would that authoritarian Amelia forgive a slave who had cursed at her right in front of her face?
It was more realistic to imagine Siwoo, after being TS’d by Takasho, begging for a blowjob because he was too excited.
Still, he felt a little better.
The only regret he had was not grabbing her before she ran away and making more of a fuss.
She had tormented him in all sorts of ways, but when it came to being insulted herself, she ran away so quickly. He didn’t like her cowardice either.
Anyway, she would come back.
When she paid the price for her rudeness, she would probably go back to being a slave from being an assistant, and move from a public slave to a private slave.
Maybe she would be sold to a nasty witch and die.
“You fucking bitch.”
Siwoo poured almost half the whiskey into his stomach and gagged once or twice.
The alcohol was strong as hell.
With his head already heated, the alcohol made it impossible for him to come back to his senses.
As he was wondering how to give Amelia a big middle finger before he died, he found some research materials on her table.
Even though it was a small amount compared to what Amelia had in her head, wouldn’t she be a little angry if he threw it all away?
“Piss on you, you bitch. I’ll defile your precious research materials with my ammonia.”
Siwoo was about to unzip his pants to piss on the pile of documents when he barely managed to stop himself with his dick hanging out.
“…Let’s not.”
There was still some professional ethics among those who studied academics.
Even that wicked Amelia hadn’t confiscated Siwoo’s research papers, had she?
If she had planned to, she would have disposed of them completely while Siwoo was sleeping soundly in bed.
There was no need to put them on his stomach.
But that didn’t mean she looked any prettier.
He swore to God.
When Amelia came back, he would hit her in the head with a bottle, no matter what the consequences.
“Amelia… you fucking bitch! You goddamn blonde-mustached hag…! Your pubic hair is probably prickly too!”
Siwoo sat down heavily at the table and started ranting about Amelia while chugging from the bottle.
But even after emptying half a bottle of whiskey in less than 10 minutes, he was still wide awake.
He realized that desperate hatred could even overcome alcohol.
“Damn it… I don’t need that kind of realization…?”
After sighing for a long time and dwelling on his insults towards Amelia, Siwoo’s gaze was caught by a piece of paper.
It wasn’t some magical research material.
The corner of a piece of paper, with long lines of writing, was peeking out from under a pile of documents.
“……..”
Siwoo pulled the paper out by the corner and looked at its contents.
The paper was filled with Amelia’s round handwriting, with many erasures and rewrites.
Some parts were crossed out with two lines, and some parts were written in such a cursive style that they were hard to read.
“She’s done something ridiculous again…”
Siwoo’s words, which had been full of venom, became blurred with shock.
It was because of the contents of the note.
The writing was disorganized, as if she had written down whatever came to mind, but its purpose was clear.
It was about the things Amelia had said to Siwoo today.
The compensation plan, future plans, and things she would refuse were written in great detail.
It even detailed how to deal with Siwoo’s reactions.
And at the end of the paper, there was a sentence that was now crossed out several times.
‘I will clearly say that I’m sorry for tormenting you.’
With several lines drawn through it, and below it…
‘I will say that making you live in the barn was an administrative error and not intentional, and I will apologize for that as well. I will also offer compensation.’
Again, with several lines drawn through it, and below that…
After much deliberation and several revisions, a single sentence was written with great care.
‘I will apologize honestly.’
There were no lines through the last sentence.
Siwoo put the paper back in its original position as if he hadn’t seen it.
“Damn it, I hate this kind of thing.”
His head suddenly became very complicated.
It was like watching a hero movie that was ambiguously aimed at adults.
The hero defeats the villain in a cool way, but then it turns out that the villain wasn’t all bad and had some kind of backstory…
It was the kind of movie that made the viewer feel like shit by unnecessarily inserting such unknown circumstances.
Of course, that didn’t mean his anger towards Amelia had subsided.
It was just a little unexpected.
Amelia had a more sharp and cold impression.
The way she presented herself to those around her was always close to perfectionism.
The Amelia that Siwoo had seen was a cold-blooded, shameless person who seemed like she wouldn’t even bleed if you pricked her with a needle.
But based on the contents of this note, she seemed like an extremely introverted person who had written down everything she wanted to say and how to deal with any variables before ordering delivery.
But this piece of paper didn’t absolve Amelia of her sins.
What Amelia had done to Siwoo was intentional torment, and it was not something that could be compensated with just this.
Even if she was truly remorseful, what did it matter?
Siwoo was clearly the victim.
“No, then, logically, shouldn’t she apologize first?”
Instead of rambling on about how she would make it easier for him to study magic or make him her disciple, shouldn’t a sincere apology have come first?
After a little thought, Siwoo quickly realized something.
There was no way Amelia was that stupid, so it must be that problem again.
That damn petty pride.
She couldn’t overcome her pride and kept beating around the bush, and Siwoo had exploded before she could get to the point.
“Well, it’s not my fault then.”
Even though he said that, he felt a bit bitter.
Siwoo tidied up Amelia’s table, which he had messed up, and went out of the room.
He was going to see Takasho.
He didn’t know what would happen in the future, so he should say a final goodbye to his only friend, shouldn’t he?
Siwoo, who had swiped another bottle of expensive whiskey from Amelia’s room to drink with Takasho, trudged down to the lounge.
The lounge, with its lights turned off, felt a bit eerie.
A table in the corner of the lounge caught his eye.
That was where Amelia had suddenly given him cake and cigarettes.
He still didn’t know why she had done that.
Was she trying to apologize in her own way?
“There’s no way.”
Amelia was a woman whose actions were completely unpredictable.
-Knock knock knock
Suddenly, there was a knock.
It wasn’t a rattle of the doorknob, but a soft knock as if someone had tapped the door with their hand.
What was that?
Siwoo wondered whether he should open the door.
If someone had come to see Amelia at this hour, it would be either a witch or one of Amelia’s guests.
He was her assistant, but their relationship had broken down, so he wondered if it was okay for him to greet a guest on her behalf.
His moment of hesitation didn’t last long.
The door wasn’t locked in the first place, and the person who had knocked opened the door themselves.
A sharp ray of moonlight poured through the open door.
The person who stepped into the mansion, silhouetted against the dazzling light, was a woman, as expected.
“It’s nice to meet you.”
The slender, short-haired woman took off her gloves with an elegant and refined gesture, as if leaning against the moonlight, and greeted him.
Her black hair was neatly styled.
Her blood-red, dark eyes were slit like a cat’s eyes.
Yet, her beauty was flawless, like a cursed ruby shining brilliantly.
It was the kind of curse that would lead its owner to ruin the moment they possessed it.
Siwoo felt a shiver run down his spine.
He didn’t know why.
It was as if an instinctive warning was ringing in his head.
“Is Baroness Marigold inside?”
The soft voice of the witch, with a smile on her face, echoed quietly.
