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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Mod7
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Johan opened his eyes to find the space beside him empty. Though no one was there, clear signs remained of someone’s presence.
The sheets were soaked with arousal, and after lifting the blanket, Johan immediately took both to the laundry room. He started the magical washing machine Evangeline had created.
Anyone with magical power could use this machine, and Johan, as a witch’s apprentice, was no exception.
With loud whirring sounds, the machine quickly separated the fluids from the bedding. It stopped after just a few minutes.
Knowing this meant the cleaning was done, Johan pulled out the blanket. A wave of intimate scent wafted from the machine.
‘This smell is getting me worked up again…’
Johan recalled his master’s state from yesterday. After they finished, she had spent hours climaxing uncontrollably.
She had moaned and peaked continuously from dawn through lunch and into the afternoon, forcing Johan to leave her alone all night.
Her climaxes finally stopped late in the evening, leaving Johan to sleep in a room permeated with her scent and arousal.
‘I wonder if she’s awake now.’
A normal human would have died from dehydration after releasing so much fluid. Even witches, far hardier than normal humans, weren’t exempt from this.
Worried about her, Johan grabbed a glass of water and headed to her room. When he carefully knocked, a hoarse voice answered before he could speak.
─…Leave it there and go far away.
“Yes, Master.”
Her raspy voice alone revealed how thirsty she must be. Considering she’d spent all day climaxing, Johan decided she needed restorative food and headed out to catch one of the yard chickens.
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“Hey, pervert witch and apprentice.”
“Pfft-!”
Evangeline, eating in the living room, spat out her water hearing Marguerite emerge from her room.
Fortunately she used magic to prevent the water from spraying everywhere – otherwise she would have soaked Johan and Beatrice as well.
After quickly wiping her mouth, Evangeline glared at Marguerite.
“W-what are you talking about? Suddenly calling people perverts…”
“Who else climaxes for an entire day? You must have really needed it.”
“Hey-! T-there’s a child present…!”
“Beatrice? She can’t hear us anyway because of her curse.”
Evangeline quickly tried using Beatrice as a shield, but Marguerite pointed out her curse made this useless.
While Beatrice tilted her head watching the adult witches gesture at each other, Evangeline realized she had no way to stop that foul mouth and could only hang her head trembling.
“So? How was it? Mind-blowing, right?”
“…Shut up.”
“Now you understand why I did it with him?”
“─I still haven’t forgiven that, by the way.”
The witch who had been trembling with embarrassment moments ago was gone – Evangeline glared at Marguerite with murderous eyes. When Marguerite backed away slightly from her killing intent, Evangeline snorted and turned away.
“…Well, it might be a bit much alone. I’ll look the other way when I’m not around.”
“Heh, sure. From what I saw yesterday, you’re terrible in bed. Want your big sister to teach you?”
“Who’s big sister? You think being a few days ahead makes you qualified to teach?”
“Ah right, since I’m not a amateur like you, my teachings probably wouldn’t help.”
Though the mood seemed to be improving, Johan could only stare dumbfounded as they started growling at each other again.
While he looked on in confusion, Beatrice, quietly eating her chicken, tugged at his sleeve.
“What are they talking about…?”
“Ah… nothing important.”
“Really…?”
Johan deliberately hid their conversation from Beatrice. Children needed protecting, even if she was actually a witch many times his age…
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After a brief lull, Evangeline and Marguerite continued eating in silence. They only spoke again near the end of the meal, bringing up Johan.
“By the way Johan, are you really going to continue that?”
“That…”
“The instructor position. It makes no sense for a witch’s apprentice to teach holy knights.”
Johan nodded at his master’s words. However, while it might not be absolutely necessary, it was somewhat important.
“I don’t plan to continue forever.”
“Then?”
“Once I build enough credibility… I’ll quit.”
“Credibility? Why do you need that?”
Seeing Evangeline tilt her head in confusion, Johan smiled and carefully explained why he needed credibility.
“First, Master. You don’t plan to live in a place like this forever, right?”
“A place like this… This is a great place! Do you know how hard it was to find this spot!”
“But it’s far from civilized living. Don’t you want to live among other people?”
“Not really? I don’t need anything as long as I have Johan?”
Evangeline insisted like a stubborn child. But Johan knew better.
She needed him because he could neutralize her curse.
Witches were still people, and people were social creatures. No one could truly enjoy a life of isolation and hatred due to curses.
She had merely adapted. Like water wearing away stone, gradually eroded over hundreds of years…
“Then if not for you, for me. I want to live somewhere more civilized than this.”
“…Well. If that’s what you want, I suppose there’s no reason not to move to the city. So? What does that have to do with you being some holy knight instructor?”
“First, it makes people think a witch follower couldn’t possibly be a holy knight instructor. Second, it lets me gradually change how holy knights think.”
Hearing Johan’s words, Evangeline tilted her head, not immediately understanding. Though she was intelligent and good at analyzing phenomena, she struggled with interpreting relationships between people.
Likely because her curse had prevented her from interacting with others. People couldn’t learn what they never experienced.
So Johan had to explain the future he envisioned.
“Well… not all holy knights are bad people, like Ludwig and Elicis.”
Ludwig had fallen in love with and had a child with the witch he was sent to kill, and though Elicis had tracked Johan down, she didn’t blindly hate or attack someone just for being a witch.
They were completely different from the holy knights Johan had seen conducting witch follower executions in the city streets. Only after becoming an instructor for apprentice knights did he understand why.
“People who lost family to witches… or those brainwashed by the church over time. Those are the ones who become the stereotypical evil knights who tremble at the sight of witches.”
“…So in the end- you’re saying most become bad knights?”
“No, this is just my theory… but I think there are probably many knights like Ludwig within the church.”
Ludwig had achievements worthy of being called the father of holy knights. The fact that neither he nor his child were wiped out even after marrying and having a child with a witch proved this.
And if someone like that could fall in love with a witch, surely others could too.
“They’re just keeping quiet because they don’t know one thing.”
“What’s that…?”
“That there are beautiful and kind witches like you, Master!”
Though said jokingly, this part was completely serious. Until now, the church had hunted every witch they saw because the damage caused by a few deranged witches was too great.
This strategy of overwhelming with sheer numbers proved surprisingly effective – like the Chinese exterminating sparrows, they succeeded in capturing or killing many witches.
However, considering the church’s fundamental nature, they couldn’t continue persecuting witches forever.
‘Love your enemies.’
Turning the other cheek when struck.
Mercy and compassion.
That was the church’s essence.
“Though it’s very gradual, if I can change how knights think like this…”
In the distant future, perhaps by the time Johan grew old and died, an era might come where witches and the church could coexist.
However, Marguerite, who had been quietly listening, raised her hand.
“Hey, apprentice.”
“Yes?”
“Wouldn’t it be faster to just sleep with every witch you meet?”
“…What??”
“Well, witches live alone and are persecuted mostly because of their curses – if you went around sleeping with every witch to break their curses, they’d have no reason to act out, and you couldn’t even identify witches anymore…”
Johan unconsciously nodded hearing her words.
Seeing him nod, Evangeline glared at him with terrifying eyes.
Seeing that look, Johan quickly spoke up.
“No, absolutely not.”
He sensed that if he tried such a thing, he’d be torn limb from limb within three days.
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Johan can at least dream.