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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Mod7
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Marguerite’s curse had disappeared. And right after having sex with me, no less. Anyone with half a brain could see the connection between the two events.
“How did this happen?”
“…I wonder how indeed.”
However, Marguerite maintained complete ignorance about the situation. As I stared at her intently, Master called out to me.
“Johan, do you know anything about this?”
“What!? Ah, no… I don’t really…”
“Is that so? Hmm, perhaps curses disappear after spending enough time with Johan? If not that, then something else…”
Having fallen for the lie, Master began contemplating the reason behind Marguerite’s curse breaking, befitting a witch who uncovered the world’s mysteries.
Well, a witch’s curse was the shackle that tormented all witches. Some even said it was the main reason witches couldn’t mingle with humans.
And now a method to remove that curse had appeared?
‘Even I would want to figure it out…’
I carefully glanced at Marguerite. Like Master, she was staring blankly into space with an expressionless face, her thoughts unreadable.
In the end, breakfast passed without resolution.
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“Apprentice.”
While doing the dishes, I received Marguerite’s summons and headed to her room. As soon as I entered, she used magic to completely isolate the room from the outside before carefully speaking:
“This… it must be because of that, right?”
“…I suppose so.”
“Ah, ah-! What do we do! What are we going to do!”
“What do you mean? Isn’t it good that your curse is broken?”
“That’s the problem!”
Marguerite glared at me with fear in her expression.
“Whether this is permanent or temporary doesn’t matter – Evangeline will try to find out why the curse broke!”
“Well… anyone would want to break it if they could.”
“Exactly! That’s the problem! What if Evangeline figures out that having sex with you is the key!”
I tilted my head at her words, but it didn’t take long to realize what would happen if that fact came to light.
If Master, who loved me beyond reason, learned not only that I had sex with another witch but that I did it before her – I doubted I would survive.
“I might… die?”
“Might? It’s 100% certain!”
“You could just run away, Marguerite.”
“Idiot! What’s the point of that! I just discovered how to break the curse, and you want me to go back to how things were!?”
Marguerite had a point. Like a monk who couldn’t give up meat after tasting it, it would be natural for a witch who experienced even a moment without their curse to resist returning to their previous state.
This was liberation of the soul, the dream of all witches.
“…Then what should we do? We can’t hide it forever.”
“For now, I’ll try to find a solution, so don’t tell Evangeline. Got it? This absolutely- absolutely cannot be discovered. It’s not just me who’ll die! You could die too!”
“I won’t di- Ah, yes. I understand.”
For a moment, I could read the true meaning behind Marguerite’s words in her eyes. Even if Master discovered this, she wouldn’t kill me.
At worst, she’d probably torture me to near death while talking about erasing Marguerite’s scent or something. But Marguerite was different.
Having been threatened with death by Master, she might try to kill me at any time. With the reasoning that if she couldn’t have me, no one could… she might mercilessly destroy the world’s only treasure.
‘We can’t hide it forever though…’
After making this promise to Marguerite, I returned to the living room.
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Afterward, though Marguerite’s curse had disappeared, my daily routine didn’t change much. Preparing meals, training, playing with Beatrice, bathing together, and sleeping.
However, simply being able to see someone who was previously invisible caused many inconveniences for others.
“…Ritz. Could you please wear some clothes?”
“Hm? But I’ve always been like this?”
“W-what!? You’ve been walking around like that in front of Johan!?”
Master was beyond shocked seeing the nude Marguerite. Since Marguerite had always walked around so confidently, I’d thought all witches were like that, but apparently even Master as a fellow witch didn’t consider nudity normal.
Marguerite responded curtly, as if wondering what the problem was when she’d always been this way.
“What’s the issue? We’re all women here anyway. Right, apprentice? You prefer it this way, don’t you?”
“What? No, I’ve never particularly liked it…”
“Really? Despite getting erect every time you see my naked body?”
I kept my mouth shut at those words. Honestly, I wasn’t impotent, and at my vigorous age, I couldn’t claim I wouldn’t get aroused seeing that body.
Seeing me stay silent, Master frowned deeply and slapped Marguerite’s exposed breasts.
“Stop trying to seduce our Johan! You crazy woman!”
“Kyaaaah!? W-what!? When did I ever try to seduce him!”
“Shut up! Either put on clothes, or settle this with me once and for all!”
Master, who had said little when Marguerite was invisible, began showing wariness after she became visible.
The reason was easy to guess. When Marguerite was invisible, Master couldn’t know her appearance or figure.
She probably never imagined someone equal to or surpassing herself, let alone someone who brazenly displayed their naked body.
Only after seeing with her own eyes what Marguerite was doing did she sense the crisis.
“Aah, fine! I’ll wear them, I’ll wear clothes!”
Finally, with her breasts bright red from the slap, Marguerite declared surrender and immediately returned to her room.
Seeing this, Master wiped the sweat from her forehead and gave me a thumbs up.
“The villain has been defeated! Johan!”
“Ah, yes…”
Though it didn’t matter to me, I thought most men would consider Master the villain in this situation.
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Two days later, around the time Master and Beatrice had grown accustomed to seeing Marguerite.
As usual, Marguerite came to the living room and naturally tried to sit at the table while stretching.
“Yaaawn- hm?”
When she tried pulling out the chair, Marguerite realized it wouldn’t move. Tilting her head strangely, she called out to me.
“Apprentice- something’s wrong with this chair? Maybe someone put glue on it. It won’t move.”
“What? That can’t be.”
I immediately went over and tried pulling the chair. It moved without any problem. As I tilted my head in confusion, Marguerite also tilted hers questioningly.
However, not wanting to think too hard first thing in the morning, she sat down casually to wait for the others. For Master and Beatrice.
After waiting for several minutes, Master and Beatrice emerged from their rooms.
“Johaan- good morning.”
“Good morning, Master.”
“Johan, me too.”
“Good morning, Beatrice.”
After cheerfully greeting them both, they nodded and took their seats at the table. Once seated, they looked around strangely, tilting their heads.
“Huh? Is Ritz sleeping in?”
“What? What do you mean…”
I was about to answer that Marguerite was right in front of us, but seeing her expression, I kept my mouth shut.
Marguerite’s face was filled with anxiety. She gestured at me, putting a finger to her lips as if telling me not to say anything to the others.
“…Hey you two.”
“Johan~ hurry and wake Ritz up. I’m hungry.”
“Can you… hear me?”
“Or maybe she’s upset about getting her chest hit the other day? Hmm… I admit I might have gone a bit too far there…”
“…Evangeline, you idiot, you fool.”
No matter how many times she called out to the other witches, the two continued chatting amongst themselves as if they couldn’t hear Marguerite’s voice.
Her expression darkened with despair as she realized the curse was active again.
Whoosh- Using magic to escape from her chair, Marguerite looked at me and beckoned.
“…Apprentice, can you come with me for a moment?”
“…Master, I’ll go wake up Marguerite.”
“Would you please?”
I followed the anxious Marguerite to her room. Click- As soon as the door closed, Marguerite embraced me and began trembling.
“Marguerite?”
“…Just, just let me stay like this for a bit.”
Most witches lived lives isolated from society due to their curses. Not by choice, but by force. It was nothing less than torment inflicted by the world.
Having briefly escaped the shackles binding her soul, Marguerite couldn’t bear the chains returning to bind her once again.
She couldn’t endure this sensation of her soul being damaged.
“Apprentice.”
“Yes, Marguerite…”
“…I’m sorry, but I- I don’t even have the energy to move…”
Would you fuck me?
It was the saddest request in the world, and I ended up granting her wish.
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“Hey~! Sorry sorry, I overslept!”
A while later, Marguerite emerged into the living room with a bright smile blooming on her face. Seeing her, the two scolded her for being so late before continuing their meal.
As they ate, they sniffed and tilted their heads curiously.
“Hmm?”
“What’s wrong?”
“No, just- there’s a strange smell.”
“Strange smell?”
“Like night-blooming flowers… must be my imagination.”
Evangeline dismissed it lightly, thinking nothing of it.
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So, close.