Chapter 894 – #195_Proposal
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One.
The anxious mind did not go away easily.
I don’t remember receiving anything big, but it’s still my hometown where I was born and raised.
Memories of my parents and the people I met came to mind.
To think that such people might become a mere meal for the homunculus.
To think that the place of memories might collapse.
“…”
Of course there are lovers out there.
It’s not even helpful, it’s a splendid lineup full of great witches.
However, Mr. Sua said that this crisis is an unprecedented event.
This means that there is no way to know for sure what will happen when.
Is it a boy if he can just send her girlfriend and her daughter to an unpredictable battlefield and put her mind at ease?
“Siwoo-kun, I know what you’re thinking, but I can’t.”
“I know.”
“Then will she sit down and not come and go like a poopy puppy?”
She sat on the sofa on the road after being nagged by her eldest mother-in-law.
She played the role of a watchdog to prevent Si-woo’s ignorance from living in the present world.
There are some unfortunate parts.
She had no intention of running out into the present world without any countermeasures.
If she went out to help and was kidnapped by the enemies of Hexen Nacht, there would be no harm.
“Ha, Siwoo-kun?”
“Yes.”
“Come over here and get a drink.”
She is a great mother-in-law who seems to have no blood or tears on the outside, but I know that she is secretly deep inside.
It seemed pitiful that she was sitting there unable to do this or that.
“I also don’t want to be called an old man, so I try not to say things like this… Life doesn’t turn out the way you want it to. I always get stomach upset when I put the stakes ahead of greed on a plate that I can’t even pretend to eat.”
The eldest mother-in-law filled her glass with a voice that made her hardness go away.
“It won’t be a big deal. You know because they’re Siwoo’s girlfriends, right? Everyone has one skill. The reason why Siwoo is so depressed is rather a lack of trust. Isn’t it?”
“You’re right.”
A mother-in-law who smiles poutingly with a tone mixed with appropriate culture and aegyo.
Every time I look at this side, it seems to overlap with Odile’s side.
It’s because there are a lot of similarities between her sister and daughter.
“Hmmmm, by the way, Siwoo-kun.”
Perhaps thinking it was a frivolous way of speaking, the self-respecting mother-in-law withdrew her laughter and then asked a question.
“Before, I was with Deneb, so I couldn’t ask. How is it with Deneb these days?”
“Didn’t Deneb-sama tell you?”
It was a really embarrassing question.
After 4P in the twins and outposts.
The dangerous relationship between the collections ended with Deneb’s clean finish.
Expressing my apologies for not properly guarding my heart to the twins, and thanking them for their generosity in permitting Deneb to deviate with generosity.
Of course, I thought my eldest mother-in-law would know that too…
“I don’t know if you’ve heard the news, but it’s over with Deneb-nim.”
“Ah, I know that.”
I thought, but what about the relationship?
Do you think it’s a smoke screen farewell?
“Ah, I don’t mean to suspect or suspect a tryst. I’m just a little concerned about Deneb’s condition. Is there a problem or not, you can check that much, right? Still, I am the older sister.”
“It looks like what you see at dinner. How to say… Should I say it feels like going back to the past?”
“Is that so?”
“Yes.”
He became scared again as if nothing had happened between the two of them.
Now, it is safe to say that he is actually in charge of etiquette education for Siwoo.
“Is it okay if I ask one more question?”
“Of course.”
“Was Deneb happy?”
“…”
I thought it was just a quick question, but I suddenly get scared as the content gets deeper and deeper.
Could it be that I suddenly hear a shout?
“… In my view.”
“Is it so? Be really honest.”
“Really.”
“Hmm…”
Mother-in-law nodding her head.
Gradually, the whereabouts of this conversation become unknown.
It was around the time I was slowly preparing my mind as I watched my mother-in-law empty her wine glass silently.
The thing to come has finally come.
“So, how was Siu-kun? Deneb and him… When sleeping.”
I couldn’t understand my mother-in-law’s intentions of asking such an embarrassing question, but I could see that her words, which she usually told me to live kindly, were absolutely right.
If there was no sin in the first place, wouldn’t there be a question like that flying around?
“Sorry.”
“No, really… I don’t want to hear you say you’re sorry, but I’m asking for your opinion, Siwoo. So okay, I’ll just do it like this. It was good? Or it was bad.”
Lee Ji-seon is in desperate need of getting scolded if she said it was good, and even more scolded if she said it was bad.
However, it is meaningless to make excuses or lie in front of your mother-in-law.
“I’m a man too, so of course I was embarrassed.”
“What do you like about it?”
“That… Is it warm friendliness, or overflowing with dignity? It hurts to talk about how beautiful you are.”
“Um, is that so? Hmm…”
It was luck that the poem of confession was not hung.
As soon as I heard the question, it reminded me of all kinds of tender parts, including the smell of my little mother-in-law, as if I had dropped a drop of water into whiskey.
“It’s really disrespectful, but should we continue this conversation?”
“Ah, this is enough. So, Siwoo-kun, that’s what you mean?”
“Yes, I am listening.”
“Ha…”
Hesitantly, thinking for a long time, she tousled her hair.
“Ah! It’s just something I hate doing, but why should I be like this. Great! I’ll tell you straight away.”
The remarks after taking a deep breath…
“How about meeting Deneb before the succession? Are you okay?”
It was a bombshell declaration beyond imagination.
“I know it too. That’s a really weird word. To be honest, I am very angry. But lately, my head is complicated. If you use that proud stigma replication ability, you can be together forever. No, honestly, Deneb had a hard time too, but I wish I could do whatever I want to the end…”
It’s the first time I’ve seen her speak out in such a hurry.
“Because Countess Yesode said she needed research samples from witches with her apprentice witches. Isn’t it okay sometimes for the purpose of an experiment?”
Albireo, who was mobilizing awkward hand gestures while pouring out her words like a shower, closed her eyes tightly.
“Crazy I…”
Then, it is the great mother-in-law who lets out a long sigh as if the deep wise time has come.
He relaxed his shoulders and leaned back on her couch, letting out a sudden weak laugh.
“It is difficult. What life is.”
“Is that so?”
“I get worried when I see a choice in front of my eyes on the topic of preaching proudly to Siwoo, saying that I have grown a little older. For now, please forget what I just said. Having a proper conversation with Deneb seems to be the priority.”
I don’t know what the situation was, but I nodded my head at first.
“I was a little surprised and surprised. Anyway, I didn’t know you would say that.”
To be honest, I thought I would hear the high soprano tone lion’s roar from the middle, but it ended with such a light atmosphere.
“What can I do? It’s already happened. Miss Sharon, Duke Tiphareth, and even the witch of the deep sea were lovers, and she must have been angry when she brought them. Bringing a group of lovers, not just one or two… Now, you don’t even have the feeling of being whatever you want to be.”
Seeing the candid bitter smile, something flashed through Siwoo’s head.
“Ururu in droves?”
“I didn’t say anything wrong, did I?”
Yes.
Why didn’t I think of that?
“Albireo-nim, I have to go to this world.”
“Are you drunk? You know you can’t. Please sit down, Siwoo-kun.”
“Can’t we go in groups?”
“Yes?”
2.
Since witches enjoy an aristocratic culture, social gatherings are an important event.
The first red-roofed salon in Ars Magna Town, which is undoubtedly the number one choice when it comes to the pinnacle of Gehenna social gatherings.
As its name implies, the salon, which is closely related to the French salon culture rather than the British one, holds discussions and discussions on magic research, and leads the latest trends in Gehenna through various events such as tea parties, performances, lectures, and auctions.
However, the atmosphere of the salon at night is quite different from that of the day.
If the daytime salon is an arena where noble ladies prove their own beauty, a symposium where scholarly discussions on magic take place.
Shall we say that the night salon is a place of free meeting amid loose rules that put down formality?
Intimate glances or exchanges of saliva, not technical exchanges, sometimes take place on a dimly lit sofa.
“Haha, it’s tickling…”
“These days, my head hurts because of the research funds…”
“I heard that the homunculus formed an army in this world?”
“Okay? That’s interesting.”
Even if that uproar is happening in the present world, only one or two short words are mentioned.
In the late-night salon, as usual, daily life flowed in harmony with a little sensuality and leisure.
It was around the time when I was sinking into a sense of leisurely boredom, thinking, ‘Isn’t there something interesting for everyone?’.
– Thump thump thump
A person appears who draws the attention of the witches.
Even the witch who kissed her tightly like a snake while covering her body.
Like the Kagong tribe, the witch who brought research materials and looked through them.
Even the witch who smoked hookahs with wine.
Even the witch who chatted and laughed.
The witch, who was chatting secretly on the terrace on the second floor, also draws attention to the new character by hanging over the railing.
In fact, I didn’t even have to look closely to find out who it was.
A person who boasts a unique personality among the many witches gathered in the salon.
“Uh? Have fun.”
“Really?”
“Are you here to seduce a girl?”
A salon that breaks the silence caused by surprise and becomes cluttered at once.
The man who appeared with a handsome appearance and a dandy suit jacket was Shin Si-woo, a celebrity who has been a regular subject of conversation in the salon since the dissertation audit incident.
It was only natural that he, who hardly engages in outside activities, would attract attention as he entered the salon well-dressed on this late night.
“And… Pit is crazy I want to run for office I want to be caught and impaled by my hair.”
“What a crazy bitch. I’ll wear it too.”
“But are you really here to seduce a woman?”
“That’s right, otherwise why would you come at this hour?”
“But I heard that he is the son-in-law of Count Zemanai.”
Even in the midst of intense sex drips and curious questions such as “Why did you come to the salon at this time?”
“It is an honor to meet you. Some of you may already know, but my name is Shin Si-woo.”
The greeting, which started with a low-pitched voice that made you want to hear it continuously, continued with a word that aroused more curiosity.
“I would like to offer you an attractive proposal here.”
