Chapter 655 – Tuesday, Week 8 (14)
Idrien Ksacru.
Every time Icher heard the name, and every time it came out of his mouth, he had to endure the sighs that filled him. She was the Ycher who had been bullied all her childhood by that damn bitch, but she couldn’t help but admit her magical talents or intelligence.
What she still thinks fortunately is that she majored in magic that she was tied to as black magic. She never thought of herself as a genius until she left her family in Ksar Kru, so she got involved in the Continental War…
“Doesn’t your sister eat?”
“Oh, oh, eat. Eat. It reminds me of the old days.”
How can you be so kind? Icher saw her little boy holding her fork in her mouth and looking at her own eyes, and she felt sick to her stomach with the desire to hug her tight right away. Her black eyes, like her pupils, looked like a cat and were so lovely.
“Does it suit your taste?”
“Ah yes… Thank you…”
Oh, that’s really good. Why did this child ask so much to smile? She seemed to know why Illien’s sister was so cute. If she was a likable student in the classroom, when I met her in person she was like a cuddly, cuddly cat.
Is this how the dog cat is allowed only to selected witches…
“Try this too, the last time I tried it, it was so sweet!”
“Go, thank you…”
Icher handed over her cake, which she hadn’t given to her little ones who clung to her.
Idrien seemed to know why that bloodless, tearless dog-like bitch didn’t bother her and treated her well. How could she speak viciously or slander such a cute child?
Recently, Illien’s older sister seemed to know the reason why her overseas activities have increased dramatically. Judging by what she said last time she wanted to be a person she wanted to brag about, if she was a disciple like this, she wouldn’t be able to show her unique laziness and flirtatiousness.
“What is Marey usually doing?”
“Yes? Me… ? I think that… Read a book or… Spend time with her family.”
She was said to be the governor’s grandson, or she was said to be the adopted son of the Parwen family. When she told me the old days, she would listen. Although she had no interest in outside affairs, she did know that the governor’s granddaughter was Ravella de Parwen.
Then, is Ravella de Parwen an older sister to this lovely little boy?
“How are you and your sister?”
“Yes? Uh… That is… Yes!”
When she suddenly asked if she was older sister, Marey wondered who in her house she would call older sister, but in the boy’s mind, Idrien was the closest.
Of course, considering her age or walking down the street, she tied herself to her bitches and herself as sister and brother, but she begged to be called ‘sister’ when they were lovers (?) Having sex together. Because there was only Idrien. Recalling the pleasant exhilaration of calling her older sister and ejaculating into her womb to her heart’s content, Marei nodded her head.
“I’m envious of having a younger brother like Marey. It would be great if I had a younger brother like Marey.”
While it had cooled down, he held it with both hands and carefully looked at the boy. How happy she would feel if a boy like this called her master. She would hug me tightly every single day. No, it seemed that during class, I would put it on her lap and teach her one by one, hugging her tightly.
“Go, thank you… “
“That… I heard that they were adopted, but did you and your sister have a good relationship from the beginning?”
“Yes? Ah yes… It was bad at first.”
“Okay? How was it… ?”
Marey was talking while thinking of Idrien. She recalled the first time she met Idrien. She immediately strangled her and threatened herself.
“That is… Hit me a little… I did… Oh… ! No, that’s… ! It’s okay now! Be very nice!”
Icher’s eyes narrowed. She had heard about the witch living in the Inspection Bureau, but she didn’t know that she was a monstrous human being who would beat such a child. Icher saw the boy’s body visible through his clothes.
Faint but crimson marks. It looked like a bruise.
“It’s true… Oh… ! That’s it… “
“…Is that a bruise?”
“Oh, no… !”
Marey was Illien the night before, no. Is she Idrien? No, she is a mother She shook her head, covering her pale kiss mark with her hand. The moment she sighed, she felt something throbbing, so she approached the boy as if to pounce on him and grabbed her wrist, which was covering her collarbone.
“Stay still… ! Because I have to see Oh, my God… Oh my god…”
Icher boldly lifted Marey’s top from under her and she was speechless at the sight of the red marks on the boy’s body.
Dark bruises as if they had just been carved, vague bruises left behind, and even bruises that seemed to have passed for quite some time.
“This, this… That, so… Oh, nothing… !”
Marey shook her head from side to side with her top down all the way. The boy couldn’t help but roll her foot at the thought that she had been caught kissing.
“Your sister beats you… ?”
“No, that, that’s only for the first time… Oh no… It’s not… !”
Marey shook her head, covering her own mouth. Ycher couldn’t keep her mouth shut and recalled the boy’s body lingering in her own head. A bruise that had been stamped at her mercy, regardless of its direction or location.
It wasn’t even for a day or two, but the marks that were stamped very steadily came to mind clearly, and Ischer couldn’t help but laugh dejectedly. Illien sister and Idrien must have known that too. No, you don’t know Due to the personalities of the two, if the disciple was suffering such abuse at home, he would not have stayed still.
“This, this… That just… That is… You fell over! You fell!”
Hearing Marey’s excuse, Icher was convinced. This cute little boy with no place to spank is being abused at home! She knew that the director of the inspection, who was rumored to be a bloody iron-blooded witch or something, was using this pitiful boy who had suddenly entered the house as a target for venting his anger!
“Now, now, calm down, Marey… What would you like me to do… ?”
As an adult, Ischer, and… And… ? What are you to this boy? For a moment, her breath caught in her throat. Is it something I can intervene in? Nope, though. How can you pass by seeing this? Since when did I pay attention to this? But it’s Marey…
If she was a disciple of Illien and Idrien, she was no different from his own disciple. It may be absurd and far-fetched, but Ycher thought so in a way that was convenient for the time being.
“That, that… I’m really nothing…”
Seeing the boy’s slightly fearful eyes, he had to admit that he had been too hasty. I am being abused like that at home, and if someone reveals that shame, I would hide it even if it was me.
Itcher glanced at the table. Come to think of it, no matter how active she is, it was strange that she ate four pieces of cake right there. It was clear that she wasn’t even feeding properly at home!
Ravella de Parwen, that fiend… !
Icher grew up being bullied by Idrien, but he wasn’t like this either. Putting a frog in a bag, cutting hair, pushing it in a lake, writing the culprit in the middle of the mystery novel he was reading, stealing a certain amount of his snacks every snack time, passing by and hitting him one by one because he was in a bad mood, answering almost all solved questions Spit it out, make fun of it for being stupid, and walk away.
He was full of reasons why he couldn’t help but hate Idrien, ‘it’, but the bullying he suffered was nothing compared to what this cute boy was going through.
“…Governor, no. Does the chairman know about this?”
“Yes?! Lo, Mr. Lauren… ? That… I mean…”
Marey didn’t know how to respond to Icher’s suppressed anger. Now that she’s seen a bunch of kiss marks, how can he know he’s messing around… Ho, maybe I wonder if I’m going to tell Lauren-sama… ?
“…I guess you don’t know.”
“That that… Rain, secret wealth, can I ask…? I beg you please…”
Marey had no choice but to hold Icher’s hand with both hands and speak with a pleading face. What should I do if Icher-noona tells everyone about this? Then it might be a big day for everyone.
Marey is now crying, and she begins to plead with Ycher…
“Hmm… Hmm… Hey Marey… Because this begs so much… It’s not right… It is impossible for such a person to be a guardian, there is no… That, that… That, even if you look at it that way… That…”
Unlike his doll-like face, his hands were hard and bumpy, making them manly. Effortlessly ignoring the brief sentiment, Ycher averted his gaze, blushing at the action of the boy holding his hand tightly.
