Chapter 347 – #75_Pride and Prejudice (6)
#345
One.
The hill road leading to the site of the Mansion of Zemonai is through a forest of Quercus oak and beech trees.
Among the fallen leaves of trees preparing for hibernation for winter, black spears cut through the air with punctures.
A 2.45m long spear woven from shadows.
Its shape and length are exactly the same as the red branch.
“Hook… !”
The opponent I faced was Eloa.
With her cherry blossom-colored hair tied back in an active manner, she brushed the tip of her spear up to her chin with ease.
Siwoo spins at the same time.
A trio of thrusting strikes erupted intermittently in that rotation.
-Window! Window! Window!
Elroa avoided the spears that stabbed her at the top and bottom, and closed the gap between her.
Eloa’s blade, which had been creeping up on her opponent as she slipped, stopped right in front of Siu’s neck.
The eyes of the two met and Siwoo raised his hands with a wry smile.
“You suffered.”
“Ha, Master worked hard too. I can’t stand it either.”
“Anyway, will I catch up already?”
The two of them kindly shared a drink of water and sat at the base of a nearby tree as a bench.
Siu asked Eloa for instruction.
Originally, Siu used to fight using a shield and longsword, but this time he changed his weapons.
I was thinking of using it as my main weapon if the day comes when I can perfectly control the red branch one day.
Although the King of All Byeongji’s contract allows him to skillfully handle all weapons, there was a big difference between getting used to and not getting used to.
It was the fact that he was defeated more easily than when he competed with a long sword.
“What could be the problem?”
“It’s a matter of spacing. The interval that I was used to from a while ago has become unfamiliar, so I come in when I need to step back, and I step back when I need to come back. But it will be only a matter of time. You just have to get used to it.”
Elroa sat slightly beside her, wiping the sweat from her forehead with her handkerchief.
How could such strength come from such a slender nape of her neck and a body that would collapse if touched.
No matter how magical it is, it’s amazing.
“It’s been a long time since I sparred with you like this.”
Eloa smiled brightly as if she was happy with that alone.
“Look at me for a moment.”
Suddenly, he looked at Siu and leaned over her.
The gap between the two suddenly narrows.
Around the time when Siwoo was awkwardly frozen in a situation as if they were kissing each other.
Eloa patted Siwoo’s face with his handkerchief.
Perhaps it was her handkerchief with the floral pattern she had embroidered on her pure white background.
“I-I can do it.”
“Okay, what a difficult thing.”
It was the opposite side of the side Elroa had wiped her sweat from, but her strangely sweet scent tickled her nose.
She seemed to have put on a lot of perfume.
Eloah puts her handkerchief back into her bosom in the middle of something awkward.
“It’s been so hard to see your face…. Have you been very busy?”
“Yes, but now that work is over, I want to devote myself to training for the time being. Can I ask you a favor in the future?”
“If it’s your request, I’ll make time even if I don’t have time. You can just talk.”
“Yes, Master. Thank you.”
“Do you have any plans after this?”
“Perhaps I will be conducting research on magic. This has not been easily resolved.”
She thought she had her own enchantment though she was in her own way.
It seemed to make me realize that I was the only one without a foundation.
First of all, I made and tested various sample magic formulas, but the results were disastrous.
It feels like holding an egg and hitting a rock.
“If it were you, you would be able to do it right away.”
“Then let’s go before it’s too late. I’ll see you later in the evening.”
“I see.”
Siwoo bowed his head and headed for the dorm.
Eloah watched him closely.
The feeling of happiness engraved on her lips turns into a sorrowful smile, leaving behind a vague sense of regret and vulgarity.
He chanted quietly without saying anything to anyone.
“… This is all it takes.”
After spending the night in the wagon with Siu and erasing their memories.
Eloa was able to have time to gather her mind in her own way.
Including that she visits Sharon, his lover, and apologizes to her.
In a way, it can be said that now we have returned to a proper teacher-teacher relationship.
Is it because we’ve been together as it should be?
It was only after Elroa erased Siu’s memory that she could realize that he had been very concerned about the work in the rain tunnel in the past.
As proof of that, I was able to not feel the glance as if I noticed while spending time today.
There was no silence at all between the two of them.
On the other hand, I am happy about it.
On one side of my heart, a sense of savagery remains.
“Laugh.”
Elroa raised herself up again before her wandering thoughts came to visit.
She is still paying the price for the remaining contracts.
But she wasn’t serious enough that she couldn’t move like before.
It is important to move her body in order to erase her thoughts.
For a while, Eloa danced a swaying sword dance and calmed herself.
2.
Amelia and Amelia, who are still wandering around the remote area to fulfill the killing department.
Next to him, Clara takes on the role of guide and minor care.
After the day’s hunt, the two sat around a bonfire in front of a sloppy camp.
The opponent Amelia hunted today was a notorious feat of the 21st hierarchy.
In a head-to-head match, a formidable enemy that even Clara would not be able to determine victory or defeat.
It was a brutal feat, pouring out cold fire and hot ice using modified elemental magic.
Regardless of her own will, Amelia, who had been polished by the battles, was strong.
Even Clara, who had been watching her battle from the sidelines, did not expect that the power difference would be so overwhelming.
A drizzling rain fell over the dry desert.
A banquet of unknown wild flowers blooming while nullifying all magic.
Will there really be an opponent to stand in front of him? It was an overwhelming landscape that reminded me of the question.
“You worked hard today too.”
“…….”
“I tried to help a little if it seemed difficult.”
“…….”
Clara brewed her tea for her troubled Amelia, asking her questions about her elongation.
It was an important task.
Periodic check-ups are essential to keep Amelia from breaking.
It shines so pitifully like gold that will crumble if you look away from it for a moment.
How could I leave it alone?
Amelia’s continued silence.
Clara, who assumed that she probably didn’t want to answer, caught an unusual expression.
“It’s okay… ?”
“… It’s okay.”
“You….”
Clara watched Amelia and swallowed her drool.
White face and lips.
Long, long eyelashes are quivering.
His expression was expressionless as usual, but cold sweat flowed incessantly, making his skin look sticky.
Clara noticed Amelia’s condition in her at a glance.
Lack of magic power.
It is a symptom that occurs when the mana stored in the mark is forcibly squeezed beyond the limit and used.
“You should have said something at this point!”
“Fine… Oh…. A little rest….”
Amelia seemed to have trouble even lifting her eyelids.
She nods like a sick chicken, and her exhaled breath is mixed with hot heat.
Originally, lack of magical power is not such a serious problem.
Just like exhaustion after intense exercise, it is a type that can be recovered naturally.
However, Amelia has exhausted her own magic many times over.
As a result of her overworked body and heading to the battlefield, she finally surpassed the level at which her natural recovery was possible.
“Come and see!”
Clara threw down the teapot she was brewing for Amelia and took her little body into her arms.
Even beyond her clothes, her whole body is hot like a ball of fire.
Her sweaty hair crossed over her cheeks, and Amelia looked up at Clara, her focused, blank gaze.
“Amelia. I will ask you a favor.”
“…….”
“If I want to help you, you have to disable self-defense.”
“…….”
“I will hand over my magical power.”
What Clara was trying to do was to share her own magic power with her Amelia.
Basically, it is taboo among witches.
Because it is a very dangerous activity.
To a witch whose physical body is made up of spirits, magical power is no different from blood.
As each of them is a witch who uses different magnetism magic, each of them has a different type of magical power.
Accordingly, if she received someone else’s magical power into her body defenselessly, it could cause side effects as much as a whole blood transfusion of blood of a different blood type, and if the person delivering the magical power harbors even the slightest malice, her life is immediately in jeopardy. .
“Will you trust me?”
“…….”
There was a small ripple in Amelia’s eyes, which had remained terrifyingly unchanged even after her body had reached this point.
It was a ripple of beautiful skylight that blinded her eyes.
Amelia gave her a small nod and Clara immediately administered first aid to her.
Clara drew her magic stored in her own brand to the outside of her.
Bright red magnetized mana, like burning red flames.
I can’t hand it over to Amelia as it is.
Before magnetization, it should be returned to the neutral state as much as possible and injected.
Clara’s magical power reserves far exceeded those of witches of her same rank.
However, the process of refining this magical power resulted in a very inefficient waste.
Even distilling an entire bottle of her magic water would leave only a few drops of pure magic.
“Hang in there. You will be comfortable.”
Sweat drips from Clara’s forehead.
Soon after, white and transparent magic remained in her hand.
At this level, she can’t be said to be very neutral, but she will be quite innocent.
“Ha….”
When Clara passed her magic power to Amelia, Amelia’s face also turned red.
And Clara let out a sigh of relief at the sight of Amelia, who immediately fell into her slumber as if her tension had been relieved.
“… It was dangerous.”
Thought they had gotten pretty close by now, Amelia was still hitting the wall against Clara.
It’s a pity, but I think it’s really her.
Compared to the lofty realm of the 23rd hierarchy, Amelia Marigold was extremely immature, weak, and clumsy.
I’m a fool who can’t even feel comfortable showing my scars to others.
Clara brushed Amelia’s coveted blonde hair as she reclined on her lap.
Thin, fluffy blonde hair that seemed to have been woven from melted gold on an angel’s loom flowed pleasantly between her fingertips.
Haggard, sweaty cheeks.
Even the fine lips that let out a breath that is slightly parted.
Even after rolling around in the chaos and becoming like this, Amelia had a strange sexual energy.
Clara’s gaze, who had been looking at her as if possessed, turned to her killer in Amelia’s arms.
A list of feats left by Duke Keter to be killed.
Originally, you can only look at these things with the permission of the owner, but….
It’s difficult like this.
For now, since she was willing to take care of Amelia, she thought it would be a good idea to at least find out who her next opponent would be.
Clara opened her killing club.
The next opponent designated by Keter after passing the achievement part that was killed today is.
“This…. Wouldn’t it be easy?”
Belonging to Qliphort.
The 22nd Hierarchical Witch.
She is called the witch of desire, and has brought countless witches to her rest.
She was Bianca Belle Lilly.
