His outer clothes disheveled...
Su Shu emerged from the carriage's bedroom, leaning against the wall... walking with a trembling gait. As he closed the door behind him...
Outside the train window, the twilight was already fading.
Night was approaching.
The last rays of the setting sun spilled over the distant mountains, plating the vanishing horizon with a layer of dusky, brilliant light.
It was just...
—Why is the sun green?
Su Shu rubbed his eyes.
That's right, it was a blackish-green...
Could it be that the solar eclipse isn't over yet?
"—No, it's just because you need to rehydrate. Severe dehydration... can cause dry eyes, which in turn might lead to hallucinations, you know, Shu."
As if reading his mind...
A familiar, consistently calm and reliable male voice sounded beside him.
A glass of clear water was subsequently handed to Su Shu's side.
"So... how about replenishing some fluids first?"
Gazing at the slight ripples in the glass of water...
The black-haired young man's parched lips swallowed hard.
Taking the glass...
Su Shu turned his gaze, looking at El-Melloi II beside him with a somewhat dazed expression.
On Waver's face was a subtle yet polite smile.
"Thank you... Teacher—"
"...No need to thank me. As a teacher, it's my duty to be concerned about my disciple's physical and mental health."
Is this still considered healthy?
One could only say he wasn't dead.
He was almost... literally squeezed into a human jerky.
Looking at his disciple's rarely seen, haggard and withered face...
Waver Velvet couldn't help but feel a long-lost sense of wistfulness.
During his studies at the Clock Tower, Shu had always been full of energy, humble, and gentle. At every moment, one could only feel his temperament, which was like a spring breeze.
Always surprising with his brilliant ideas.
Always seemingly tireless.
And yet... after coming out of that fae queen's room—
The black-haired young man before him had a gray, withered face. All that was left was a gaunt frame.
It was as if a gentle push could easily knock him over like a stack of building blocks, scattering and collapsing.
What kind of bone-sucking, marrow-draining battle had he just been through?
Fluids, huh?
Wasn't it his bone marrow that had been squeezed dry?
This stark contrast...
Made El-Melloi II feel a myriad of emotions in his heart.
Women are truly terrifying creatures.
A woman who has been deprived for a long time is even more terrifying.
Truly, one should never get close to women. It will lead to misfortune.
At this moment, in El-Melloi II's eyes, the Fae Queen Morgan had become a hundred times more frightening and terrifying than that King Arthur!
"Gulp..."
The water, as delicious as nectar, flowed down his throat, moisturizing his parched heart.
Su Shu drank the entire glass of water in one go, his body letting out a satisfied, comfortable gurgle.
Very good, the color of the sun is slowly coming back. It's still yellow, that's right. Me and gambling, drugs, and prostitution are sworn enemies!
To be able to drink water with such a thirsty look...
Seeing this heart-wrenching scene...
Even though he himself was a thirty-year-old virgin, an ultimate great magician...
El-Melloi II, as if he were an experienced elder, advised him earnestly.
"This can't go on, Shu. Young people need to pay more attention to their bodies. Don't force yourself if you can't take it."
Thirty is like a wolf, forty is like a tiger.
And that one is... a witch who is over a thousand years old.
"It's okay... I can still hold on for a while, Teacher."
Su Shu forced a smile from his face. "With my current constitution, I can recover just by drinking some more water."
That's right, it was just dehydration.
Don't underestimate the endurance of an ultimate lifeform... I held on until the very end... and never begged for mercy! I win!
Looking at Su Shu's weak, trembling arm...
Waver clicked his tongue and took the water glass from his disciple's hand.
Still being stubborn, huh.
The only hard thing on his entire body is his mouth.
Knowing the ins and outs of the situation, he didn't bother to persuade him anymore.
As the saying goes, a short separation is better than a new marriage. It's only human nature.
This separation had been fifteen hundred years. They would probably have to be newly married for a year and a half.
"Just watch yourself and don't die. Everyone is waiting for you in the dining hall to have a meal together..."
"They're... still waiting for me?"
Su Shu's expression froze slightly.
Awkward.
How can I eat in front of everyone now?
When he slipped out and closed the door...
He belatedly realized... where did my massive soundproof barrier go?
The soundproof barrier Morgan had set up had been... shattered by the vibrations.
Thinking about it carefully... was it because my own thrusting was too intense?
"Cough... ahem—"
He wanted to slip back into the room.
But the witch was already asleep. If he went back and woke her up, wouldn't he be tired of living?
...Hmph, trying to escape?
El-Melloi II placed a hand on his top disciple's shoulder.
In your weakened state, you can't even beat me, a mere Fes-rank. Just come with me obediently.
"I just came back to get some wine, it was just a coincidence. I was thinking you might not even come out today."
Waver smiled knowingly.
Su Shu averted his gaze guiltily.
Indeed.
He had almost not been able to come out.
Activating the full power of Sandevistan...
Plus the 42% endurance bonus from the Son of the White Dragon...
From noon to dusk...
The bed was soaked, the bathtub was filled.
Su Shu had finally served the witch to her satisfaction, and she lay languidly on her side on the bed.
Morgan, wrapped in his damp white shirt, sniffing her husband's scent, had fallen into a peaceful, light sleep.
Before leaving the bedroom...
The black-haired young man had lowered his eyelids, gazed at the witch's sleeping profile, and left a faint love bite on her.
Though for his senses, he had only been separated from the witch for half a month...
For her, fifteen hundred years had passed.
And so...
It wasn't just the sentiment of reunion.
There was also a strong sense of guilt.
It was he, as Alwin, who had abandoned her and chosen to avenge his father, Vortigern.
And so...
No matter what she demanded, it was only right.
Su Shu just wanted to do his best to make up for all the regrets his witch had.
Though he had boasted at noon that he would make her beg for mercy...
In that six-hour-long, tumultuous ride...
Su Shu had finally understood the true meaning of the words unable to extricate oneself.
The Holy Spear Rhongomyniad was about to break.
Patting his top disciple's shoulder...
Waver, with a cigar between his fingers, had a wistful expression that seemed to say, You sinful man.
The harem battlefield is still to come.
"Let's go, they're all waiting. It wouldn't be appropriate for me to explain for you, would it? Seeing you will also put everyone at ease a little."
Alright then.
Just off one battlefield and onto another execution ground.
Neatly buttoning his messy collar...
With a solemn expression as if going to his execution...
Su Shu followed El-Melloi II into the luxurious banquet hall specially prepared for their group on the Mystic Eye Collection Train.
The moment the black-haired young man stepped into the dining hall...
The gazes of the women immediately focused on him.
Having already composed himself...
Su Shu met their gazes with a calm expression.
Gray-chan.
The silver-haired girl's thin lips were slightly pursed. She averted her gaze with a blush, pulling down her hood a little to cover half her face.
Seeing her master's face...
She was reminded of... those champagne-popping-like, blush-inducing sounds.
First Blood!
Reines.
A pleased curve hung on the corner of the golden-haired girl's lips. She narrowed her azure eyes slightly, her subtle gaze seeming to want to pierce through Su Shu.
However, the large flush spreading on her pale neck completely betrayed her shyness at this moment. Su Shu just glanced back at her, and she immediately looked away.
Double Kill!
Olga Marie.
Her shoulders held by her maid, the young lady of the Department of Astromancy glanced at the black-haired young man who had walked in and immediately lowered her gaze with a blush, the corner of her dress she was fidgeting with trembling like her heartstrings at this moment.
She had watched the chandelier sway for a full five hours.
The young girl's heart had also swayed for five hours.
This was... too—
Triple Kill!
Their health and defense weren't very high.
Without saying a word...
Su Shu had defeated them one by one with just his gaze, easily completing a triple kill, and then he met the tough nut known as Touko the Orange.
Aozaki Touko was puffing on a cigarette, her hazy eyes visible through the hazy smoke.
It couldn't be called love.
Between her and Su Shu, it was at most a friendship that was more than just friends.
Just a little bit of... liking.
She kind of liked this guy who could make money;
She kind of liked this guy who could be messed with by her at will;
She kind of liked this guy who still maintained a smile on his face even when his skin was being cut open.
When he had risked his life to save her teacher at the Twin Towers, he had indeed shown a captivating charm.
Age... was not a problem for a magus at all. Touko could freely change her body. But the woman known as Touko the Orange could see at a glance that this guy before her clearly liked the older-sister type. Otherwise, surrounded by such a flock of beautiful young girls in the classroom, he still moved through the world of mortals with ease, detached and graceful.
The relationship between the two of them had always been somewhat... subtle.
That's right, subtle.
Aozaki Touko was not the type to actively pursue someone. Rather, the feelings she looked forward to were always natural and came to fruition when the time was right—
Like a fine, mellow wine.
The taste that was brewed by time was what made it so intoxicating.
And yet...
Clang—
The wine jar she had carefully prepared to seal and brew was directly kicked over by that witch.
Where did this woman come from...
And she's even fiercer than me?!
To have my heart moved for the first time in a long time, only to lose so completely!
The hazy, scattered smoke...
Was like Aozaki Touko's soft but disillusioned heart.
Not on the field, but sitting in the audience, Melvin smiled faintly, stroking his violin case.
In a situation like this, the atmosphere seems rather tense.
Perhaps I should play a sad song?
"Come, come, everyone eat."
Pretending not to read the room, El-Melloi II pushed his disciple into his seat.
"What's with all the expressions? This looks like a feast for the eyes."
On the lavishly decorated dining table were all sorts of luxurious, shining dishes. The Mystic Eye Collection Train had gone all out to entertain its distinguished guests, even including the meat of a magical beast from the Spirit Tomb Albion.
Even Su Shu hadn't had such a good meal in a year.
It was just that... now he didn't want to feast on big fish and meat at all.
When it came to replenishing nutrients, his evaluation was that it was not as good as leek dumplings.
Tsk.
El-Melloi II smiled awkwardly but politely.
...No one was touching their chopsticks.
In this almost frozen silence...
Aozaki Touko's slightly hoarse and dazed voice sounded.
"Shu, who is that magus from the Age of Gods to you?"
As her words fell...
Whether out of curiosity or concern...
Everyone's gaze once again focused on Su Shu's face.
So powerful.
So mysterious.
So... dangerous.
While others were still at the starting line...
That witch had taken the crown at the finish line in one fell swoop, and in front of everyone, had carried the trophy named Su Shu into her own room and enjoyed it alone for a full half-day.
No one was not curious about her identity...
A magus of the Age of Gods who has survived to this day.
Aozaki Touko had seen her casually throw a replicated holy spear, and had also heard her chant the incantation for the Garden of Avalon. As a Grand Puppeteer with profound knowledge of the Age of Gods, Aozaki Touko herself had completed the restoration of the runic magic system, and it was with this achievement that she had obtained the rank of Grand at the Clock Tower.
Even her friendship with Su Shu had started because the other party, for the sake of his research, had paid a consultation fee to ask her about runic runes.
And so...
Aozaki Touko actually had a faint guess in her heart.
But that truth was too sensational. Even if the characteristics matched, she didn't dare to be certain.
"Who... huh?"
Though his face was a little pale and weak...
The black-haired young man still had that warm smile on his face.
"She's my... fiancée, I guess."
Fiancée.
This was Su Shu's answer after some deliberation.
Because his current body hadn't gotten a marriage certificate with Morgan yet.
So, in name, that was what she was for now.
This answer made the hearts of the young girls present tighten for a moment, but it also seemed to bring them a sense of relief.
Although it was extremely intimate, but yes...
—at least it was fiancée!
This meant that she still had a chance, right?
Win!
However, hearing this answer...
Aozaki Touko's frown deepened.
As a Grand, she was the one with the highest magical skill present. Therefore, she had to consider much more, and she could think of many more secrets.
...Fiancée?
No, where did you suddenly get a fiancée from?
I've never heard of her before.
If you had a fiancée who was a magus from the Age of Gods, why would you bother coming to the Clock Tower to be bullied by those old geezers, to risk your own body as a magical experiment?
As long as that magus of the Age of Gods had shown her face at any point in the past year...
Even the most traditional, Animusphere's Department of Astromancy, would be nothing.
That reclusive director of the Clock Tower would immediately turn into a sycophant and lick your boots.
Wouldn't it be better to just lie back and be a kept man?
With such a powerful fiancée, why would you still ask me about runic runes?
Strange, too strange.
And...
"You and your fiancée battle for six hours a day?"
"Pfft—"
Su Shu suddenly spat out the half-mouthful of water he had just drunk, splashing it all over Waver beside him.
El-Melloi II wiped his wet hair and, with a bitter smile, pressed his lips together to that Touko the Orange.
"Miss Touko, that's a bit..."
"It's because you guys were making too much noise," Aozaki Touko exhaled a cloud of ethereal smoke. "It's not like I was intentionally trying to listen."
"Cough... cough cough—"
Su Shu coughed awkwardly.
How do I respond to that?
What he hadn't said was that it used to be three days and three nights at a time.
He had worked day and night for two years. This was nothing.
Seeing that Su Shu wasn't answering...
Aozaki Touko turned her head.
"...Waver, Shu tells you everything. So you must have known all along, right?"
That's right, Waver's reaction was too strange.
In the auction hall, he had stopped her questioning.
And... that confident tone.
It was as if he had long known who that witch was.
She would never harm... your disciple?
She squeezed your disciple for a full six hours, and you didn't do anything about it?
Aozaki Touko's voice echoed faintly.
"Who is she? You've known her for a long time?"
El-Melloi II shook his head, raised his hands, and said with a bitter smile.
"I'm afraid of being killed. Please spare me."
Aozaki Touko narrowed her eyes and clicked her tongue.
"As a Lord of the Clock Tower, you're even afraid to say it?"
"The twelve Lords stacked on top of each other would be trembling. If she's in a bad mood, she might just casually tear down the entire city of London."
...That was an exaggeration.
Hearing his teacher say that...
Su Shu had to stand up and defend her.
"My fiancée actually has a pretty good temper. If she's in a bad mood, at most she'll just tear down the Clock Tower..."
Everyone: ?
That temper... is indeed pretty good.
Aozaki Touko couldn't help but consider whether she had the strength to tear down the Clock Tower.
If she called her sister, Aoko, it should be... no problem, right?
However, the moment she thought of her younger sister...
The cigarette in the orange-haired woman's hand was crushed by her.
"At least, Shu, let me lose with a clear understanding."
"This isn't a matter of trusting everyone or not. Everyone here is my only... most reliable close friends."
As Su Shu said this...
That silver-haired young lady suddenly stood up, as if sitting on pins and needles.
She knew that she was the least worthy of sitting here...
"No, it's okay, Miss Olga Marie. Please sit down."
The black-haired young man gently shook his head.
"If my fiancée doesn't want to say it herself... I can't say it for now. I'm sorry, Touko-nee."
"Phew..."
The smoke dispersed.
In the almost frozen, silent atmosphere...
As if a sealed ceramic jar had been suddenly opened...
The air in the room suddenly began to flow silently—
Su Shu turned his head as if sensing something.
The gazes of the crowd also turned towards the door that had been opened.
In an instant...
Heaven and earth were silent.
She walked in with an exquisite beauty, the deep hem of her dress like the night.
A backless long dress with perfect floral patterns trailed on the ground, and she walked into this banquet hall with a condescending aura.
The tips of her high heels were like they were stepping on people's hearts.
Her pale skin, faintly visible under the luxurious black fabric, was like flawless, warm, soft jade, making one want to reach out and touch it.
She wore no veil or crown.
And so, her deep blue eyes were heartbreakingly beautiful.
Those lines. Those contours.
That silver hair that cascaded down like silk.
That tall and well-proportioned figure, which no stage actress could compare to.
The cold expression she showed...
Was like a queen... reigning over this world—
Ignoring everyone's gazes, the witch walked in as if in a frozen moment of time.
She reached out, cupped the black-haired young man's cheek, lowered her head, and kissed his lips.
Perfect.
This word appeared in everyone's mind.
Gazing at her noble face...
The cigar in El-Melloi II's hand swayed, his fingertips trembling.
This is...
Kissing Su Shu's lips...
The smile on the witch's lips also smoothed over.
Because, except for him...
She didn't like to smile for others.
And yet, even such a cold, detached, almost expressionless expression...
In everyone's eyes, was so beautiful it was otherworldly and soul-shaking.
Just gazing at that figure, chewing over that beauty in one's mind, could become a wonderful memory that would last a lifetime.
The uncrowned queen.
She lowered her deep blue eyes, stood and looked down at everyone, and said in a low voice.
"—My name is Morgan le Fay."
Screech...
The cigarette in Aozaki Touko's hand fell, burning the tablecloth and making a hissing sound.
The fresh and tender roses decorating the banquet hall seemed to instantly wither and wilt before her.
Gray stared blankly, frozen.
Staring at the witch named Morgan le Fay, who looked ninety percent similar to her, but was more mature, seductive, and bewitching.
A grand entrance that killed the competition.
"The Fae Queen of Arthurian legend, the witch who destroyed Camelot."
"She is... Morgan le Fay."
"So, Waver, the reason you wouldn't tell me..."
"Phew..."
Sitting on the soft sofa of the VIP carriage...
Faced with the questioning crowd, El-Melloi II exhaled a cloud of smoke, his expression calm and composed.
"Anyway, everyone would find out sooner or later. That witch chose to say it herself. Now you all have no doubts, right?"
No... on the contrary, there are more doubts!
Although she had already had a guess in her heart...
But really hearing the witch's true name...
At this moment, Aozaki Touko's mind was filled with a surging tide of confusion.
"Shu, he..."
"—Don't think about it. I won't say it. Don't expect me to open my mouth. I'll take it to my grave."
Waver Velvet stated his position decisively. Unless Shu allowed him to say it, he would never open his mouth.
This was his disciple's deepest secret.
And also the trust his disciple had placed in him as a teacher.
El-Melloi II would take it to his grave.
The luxurious chandelier above his head swayed.
The two in the private bedroom had this time released a sufficiently stable soundproof barrier.
And yet, it could not block out the intense vibrations that made the tea on the table ripple.
In her mind, imagining what a violent scene it must be...
It made the young girls' bodies... feel a soft, numb weakness.
Reines stuck to the blushing Olga Marie, lying lazily on another sofa.
"...Morgan le Fay."
The adopted sister, like a salted fish, stared at the swaying chandelier on the ceiling, her mouth murmuring this fearsome name.
"—This... even if Sima Yi himself were here, he wouldn't see a single chance of victory."
"You were just dreaming of having Shu marry into the El-Melloi family," Waver exhaled a cloud of ethereal smoke. "You should have given up on that by now, Reines. His talent is not something a single El-Melloi can contain."
"If Shu-kun can't marry into my family, then I can be his concubine!"
Thump!
El-Melloi II fiercely knocked his adopted sister on the head, making the golden-haired girl's eyes well up with tears.
"Brother, I hate you!"
"Don't say such things in front of that witch, or you might die."
"Wuh..."
That's right.
Morgan le Fay, this fae queen recorded in history, did not have a good temper.
Although Waver, after listening to Su Shu's account of the Son of the White Dragon's life, knew that those wild histories about the witch were all fabricated rumors...
But to try and steal a man that someone had chased for fifteen hundred years, right in front of them, no matter how good-tempered a person was, they wouldn't have a good expression, right?
Waver's words...
Also made Reines and Olga Marie look a little dejected.
Indeed, they were precious young ladies, that was true.
But let alone the declining El-Melloi family, even the thousand-year-old Animusphere family, how could they compare to the Fae Queen Morgan herself?
Morgan le Fay.
Aozaki Touko looked at the night scenery outside the train window, her dazed gaze as ethereal as the moonlight.
Indeed.
Faced with such a monster of a woman...
Damn it...
I can't win.
I can't see... a single shred of hope of winning.
"Phew..."
El-Melloi II smoked, calming his emotions with his disciple's gift.
He and Melvin were not on the track, but on the sidelines. They were the most sober people here.
Those involved are confused, while the onlookers are clear.
Gazing at everyone's expressions, Waver knew very well what everyone was thinking at this moment.
Reines.
His adopted sister was fine. She wasn't the type to be discouraged. She would probably continue to test the waters like that, but he was just worried... she would be disliked by that witch.
Olga Marie...
To be honest, Waver wasn't very familiar with this young lady.
And her friendship with Shu wasn't very deep either.
So, there would be disappointment and sadness, but she should be able to pull herself together soon, right?
Becoming friends is still easy.
Marisbury's old fox plan was a complete failure. He himself might even be ruined.
Aozaki Touko.
Although they were old friends, she was also the woman El-Melloi II could see through the least.
To be honest, he was good at reasoning, not at guessing a woman's mind.
Who could know what this Miss Touko the Orange was thinking at this moment?
Just stay in our single dog group. Anyway, you've always been like this, it's not embarrassing.
At the end of the day...
Waver was most worried about his... other disciple.
Gray.
She would be the one who could least accept her master being taken by that witch, right?
Not just because her bond with Shu, which had been through life and death many times, had long surpassed simple affection.
But also because of... that face.
To have her admired master...
Stolen by someone with a face so similar to hers.
She was the one among all those present... who was the most heartbroken and would have the hardest time moving on, right?
"Gray-chan..."
The little devil Add in the golden birdcage swayed continuously.
It spoke, comforting the young girl who had been curled up in the corner of the carriage ever since dinner.
Faced with that terrifying woman...
Add didn't dare to speak at all.
Because the moment she appeared, it had understood.
It was a thing made by that witch.
So what if it was a Mystic Code that sealed the Holy Spear?
Morgan could create its pseudo-personality...
And naturally, she could also... easily annihilate its existence.
Gray curled up in the corner of the carriage, hugging her knees, silent.
Just like when she was worshipped as a divine child by the villagers and had curled up in her bedroom in fear.
To be honest...
Even at the moment the witch appeared at the auction stage and kissed her master affectionately...
Gray did not have the real sense of losing Su Shu.
And yet...
When she saw that witch's face at the banquet...
Gray had understood.
She had instantly understood everything.
Ah...
I see.
When Master woke up, why... he was crying in a daze, curled up in my arms.
Because.
He saw this face of mine.
The person Master was calling was not me.
But his witch, whom he was thinking of—
"..."
Just thinking about this...
Her heart felt like it was twitching, a twisting pain.
In the hazy scene before her eyes...
That person's figure was walking further and further away, with his back to her.
The person who brought her food to taste every day.
The person who patiently helped her review her magic lessons in the lounge every night.
The person who held her hand in the haunted house and smiled, telling her not to be afraid.
The person who hugged her and took all the attacks of the magical beasts, whose back was mostly burned, yet asked her if she was okay.
Gray hugged the book he had given her and watched his figure walk further and further away, with his back to her.
No... Master isn't walking away.
He's looking back at me.
But he's... being pulled away by the witch—
By the witch named Morgan le Fay.
"Master..."
Gray hugged the book, shedding tears, and muttered this name.
The chandelier above her head swayed.
Her master's concerned words.
Add's worried calls.
Miss Reines and Miss Olga Marie's warm fingertips, gently stroking her.
None of it could make the young girl's gaze lift a single inch from the corner she was curled up in.
A sigh.
A heavy sigh also gradually faded in Gray's ear.
The night was silent, the sky high and distant.
Now in the night sky, you couldn't see the stars.
And so the moonlight seemed lonely and desolate.
In the dead of night...
Tired, after a day of being on edge, people had finally gone to rest. The lights of the carriage had also been silently extinguished.
El-Melloi II sat in the dark, smoking, watching over his disciple curled up in the corner of the carriage.
"Lady..."
Give up.
Click.
The lock clicked.
The door of that bedroom was slightly pushed open by a hand.
Gray suddenly looked up.
But the figure that came out was not the one she had been expecting.
But the witch, wearing her master's white shirt, dressed in modern women's clothes, with her long hair tied into a high ponytail, her figure looking voluptuous and alluring.
That's right...
A tall and slender figure, a curvaceous body, and even that pair of legs wrapped in black fabric, which were overwhelmingly long.
Examining such a pleasing witch, even Gray's heart would feel a touch of envy.
These were elements that she, in her poverty, could not compare to at all.
Looking at the two people in the carriage, silent in the shadows...
One sitting on the sofa, smoking.
One curled up in the corner, crying.
Morgan tilted her head slightly.
"...Teacher? Hello."
Hearing this form of address...
El-Melloi II couldn't help but smile bitterly.
"I dare not accept such a respectful title... Miss Morgan, please just call me by my name, Waver Velvet."
"It's fine," the witch said with a light smile. "My darling's teacher is naturally my teacher."
"...Then I shall not be so polite."
Humming a cheerful little tune...
Morgan walked to the liquor cabinet, her pale fingertips selecting, and casually pulled out two bottles of rich red wine.
She had lived in the modern world for over a hundred years. With a little dressing up, she was a completely fashionable urban beauty, and she even had driver's licenses from various countries.
Su Shu seems to like this look.
So she was very happy to wear it.
Having湮没 her sense of existence, she usually wore her usual Mystic Code, but today it was too wet, and she didn't want to wash it.
Alcohol can make one a little drunk.
She was just coming out to get some water for her darling.
"Good night, Teacher."
"And a good night to you too..."
The witch smiled and nodded, turning to go back to dote on her waiting, slightly thirsty darling.
And yet...
To Waver's slightly stunned gaze...
The silver-haired young girl had stood in front of the witch.
The golden birdcage in her hand swayed continuously.
"Miss Morgan..."
Like a flickering flame...
The young girl's voice burned in this dark carriage.
"I don't know what kind of past you and Master have... —but please, don't monopolize Master anymore. He's already very tired..."
"Gray!"
El-Melloi II extinguished the cigarette in his hand and went forward to grab his disciple's arm.
And yet...
He couldn't budge the silver-haired young girl's body, which stood before the witch.
Gray slowly looked up.
She met the interested, downward gaze of the witch.
"You can't monopolize Master."
"...Why?"
Morgan asked with a smile, her deep blue eyes shimmering with waves.
"He is my husband. We are very much in love and enjoy being together every moment. It is clearly you who are making him so tired, isn't it? And I will—dote on him properly."
"He is not just your... husband," Gray said, word by word. "He is also my Master."
"And yet..."
The witch smiled and said softly.
"It is clear that my darling and I have a deeper bond—much deeper than yours."
"Miss Morgan..."
The silver-haired young girl's voice...
Was filled with an uncontrollable tremble.
Under this dim, starless night...
It slowly sounded.
"Is your bond the only one that counts?"
As her words fell...
The echo reverberated.
The witch's expression was slightly stunned.
The words of the silver-haired young girl before her...
Seemed to be burning before her eyes.
"Yes, that's right... Gray is slow, Gray can't speak well... Perhaps you and Master do have... a very deep relationship. When Master woke up, he was crying and thinking of you... But..."
Gray said, trembling.
"—Is your bond with Master the only one that counts?
"The time Gray has spent with Master, what does that count for?
"Master's hard work at the Clock Tower—his desperate, diligent study of magic, was it just to be lightly dismissed by you with a single phrase, 'so tired'?!
"Who are you chasing after?!
"Is it that shadow of him in your heart! Or is it the master who has been with Gray day and night at the Clock Tower?!"
"Gray!"
El-Melloi II, with a grim expression, grabbed the silver-haired young girl's hand and looked at the witch.
"Miss Morgan... please don't mind a junior's—"
To Gray's trembling voice...
That pair of pale, soft hands came forward.
"..."
Gray was a little stunned—
She stared blankly as the witch before her, a pleased curve on her lips, reached out and gently cupped her face.
"Your name is... Gray, right?"
That pair of deep blue, shimmering eyes lowered.
As El-Melloi II tactfully and quickly slipped away...
To Gray's nearly frozen expression...
The witch embraced her in her vast bosom.
Soft...
A soft touch that makes one indulge—
"You're so cute, Gray-chin."
Although she has a face similar to my own...
She's a gender-bent version of Alwin.
Just thinking about this...
Morgan couldn't help but feel a sense of indescribable pleasure.
A casual move I made back then...
Has now blossomed and borne fruit, becoming a help to my darling?
As expected.
My darling and I are truly destined for each other.
Tasting the young girl's greenness...
The witch, with great satisfaction, wiped away the tears welling in her eyes.
Gray is cute.
"I can see it, you know—
"I can see your bond...
"My darling must have taken good care of you at the Clock Tower, right, Gray-chin.
"It can't be helped. My darling is just that charming. I can understand.
"However, I can die for my darling.
"So, if you want to challenge me...
"—then please prove your resolve."
Dizziness.
Dizziness filled her brain.
This... what is this...
I was embraced by Miss Morgan—
So big... so soft...
As the silver-haired young girl broke free from the embrace in a panic, dazedly touching her cheek, and like a frightened cat, looked lost and confused...
The black-haired young man's slightly helpless voice sounded.
"...My wife."
The door of the bedroom beside them was gently pushed open.
The Black Magus of the Clock Tower immediately appeared in the corridor.
His always eye-catching, gentle and humble face was right between the two beauties.
Indeed... the soundproof magic circle was still working.
But an ultimate lifeform's hearing is too good. Sometimes that's a fault.
Su Shu felt that it might be necessary to end this dispute.
Tsk.
Is this... a harem battlefield?
Not knowing what expression to make, he could only wear a faint smile on his face.
"...I'm a little thirsty."
"I'm sorry, darling..."
With a smile of declared victory...
The witch, her face full of infatuation, pressed the black-haired young man's hand to her cheek, sniffing the pleasant scent on it.
"Do you want to challenge me... I look forward to it, Gray-chin."
Pressing the black-haired young man's long, slender fingers against her neck, stroking them, the witch panted softly.
"But for now, I am still the winner."
Kissing her lover...
That pair of rippling, deep blue eyes, like a flooded tide, directly swept Su Shu away.
Click.
Gray stared blankly...
At the door.
Closing right before her eyes—
The silver-haired young girl dazedly clutched her chest.
Suddenly...
The young girl gripped the birdcage in her hand tightly.
"Add!"
"Eh... ehh—?! Gray-chan?!"
"Supervise me when we get back to the Clock Tower! I'm going to train!"
"Tr-Train for what?!"
"Any method that can make me stronger! I have to prove that I can also protect Master..."
"Waaah, did the sun rise from the west?! Is this still the timid Gray-chan?"
To Add's clamorous voice...
The silver-haired young girl took a step and walked towards her own room.
Standing at the end of the corridor...
Gray turned her head and gazed at the witch's bedroom.
"Miss Morgan..."
She said softly.
"—You won't keep winning forever."
"My wife is very concerned about you and has disguised herself as a cat to heal you."
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