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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Mod7
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“Ahh, that’s better…”
Evangeline and Marguerite, having gulped down hot chocolate, sighed contentedly, the lingering effects of their hangover finally receding. They slumped over the table.
Their ample bosoms pressed against the tabletop, spilling over the edge.
Johan glanced at their exposed cleavage, then quickly averted his gaze as he felt their eyes on him.
“…Pervert.”
“What did I do?”
The two witches, hearing Hecaterina’s comment, looked at each other, then at Johan, a knowing smile playing on their lips.
But too exhausted to maintain the charade, they slumped back onto the table.
“Just how much did you drink?”
“I don’t know…”
“And why the sudden drinking binge? You don’t usually drink this much, Master.”
“…It’s your fault.”
“Huh?”
Her voice was so low he could barely hear her. He asked her to repeat herself, but Evangeline just shook her head and buried her face in the table.
She wasn’t in a good state. Johan put a pot of water on the stove.
“I’ll make some hangover soup. Eat it when it’s ready.”
“Mm—thanks…”
“Don’t mention it.”
He added bean sprouts, other vegetables, and various ingredients to the pot, finishing with Master’s special seasoning. The magical seasoning enhanced the flavor of any dish, making everything delicious.
He covered the pot and let it simmer, wondering why his master had gotten so drunk. He couldn’t think of many reasons…
‘Could she be… pregnant?’
He had been careless. But could a witch and a human even conceive a child…?
It wasn’t impossible, but it certainly wasn’t common. If it were easy, witch-human hybrids would be everywhere.
“Master! Marguerite! Here’s breakfast. Eat up and get some rest!”
“Sure…”
“Mm…”
He served them breakfast, then looked at Evangeline. Her face was pale from the hangover, but still beautiful.
The thought of such a beautiful woman bearing his child was… intoxicating.
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“Impossible.”
“Hm…?”
“A witch bearing a human’s child.”
Regina responded to Johan’s question without hesitation. It was impossible for a witch to conceive a human child.
But Johan, knowing of a counterexample, tilted his head.
“But… I know someone who did. Ludwig…”
“The one who supposedly had a child with the Immortal Witch? That was a special case. Normally, it’s impossible.”
“A special case?”
“Yes, a very special case.”
She explained that Ludwig had been able to father a child with the Immortal Witch because of her unique magic. An incredibly rare occurrence.
“The Immortal Witch’s magic could be bestowed upon others. She likely cast her immortality spell on the sperm that entered her. That’s how it survived long enough to fertilize her… an extremely rare case, so rare it’s statistically insignificant.”
“…But I can use magic too.”
“Yes, I’m aware. You possess mana and can use magic. But that’s not enough. If impregnating a witch were that easy, this world would be ruled by witches.”
Witches, their bodies enhanced by magic, possessed superhuman resistance and immunity. They rarely fell ill, were immune to diseases that ravaged humans, and had incredibly robust immune systems.
This applied to their reproductive systems as well. Any sperm that entered their bodies was quickly destroyed by powerful acids and white blood cells. There was no way for normal sperm to reach the uterus.
Even if a man could use magic, it wasn’t enough. Sperm couldn’t be magically enhanced enough to overcome a witch’s defenses.
“So, I doubt she’s distressed because of a pregnancy. There must be another reason.”
“…What other reason could there be for such a sudden change?”
“If there’s no internal reason, then the reason must lie elsewhere.”
“Elsewhere…?”
“In this case, Johan, the problem is likely you.”
“Me?”
Johan tilted his head, confused. What had he done to cause Evangeline such distress that she’d drown her sorrows in alcohol?
He couldn’t think of anything. Regina, seeing his confusion, chided him.
“Are you aware that you’ve been avoiding Evangeline lately?”
“…I haven’t.”
“You must have some inkling. I don’t know why you’re doing it, but… perhaps… you’ve finally realized? That the woman you’re sleeping with isn’t just a beautiful woman, but a witch capable of destroying the world?”
Johan fell silent. She was right. He had been looking at Evangeline differently ever since that day.
He no longer saw her as just a beautiful witch who could use magic, but as a walking nuclear bomb. Someone whose power he couldn’t even control.
He could nullify her magic if she directed it at him, but he couldn’t stop the effects of that magic, like extinguishing a fire caused by a fire spell.
“…It was me.”
“Yes. Witches are quite sensitive. She probably noticed you avoiding her—and she might even try to kill you before you betray her.”
“M-Master would… kill me?”
“Don’t underestimate witches. Most of them are deeply troubled individuals, festering in their own isolated worlds for centuries…”
The word yandere flashed through Johan’s mind.
Though Evangeline hadn’t explicitly shown such tendencies, she was possessive of him.
She always reacted strangely whenever he interacted with the other witches…
‘So… what am I…?’
The object of obsession for yandere witches?
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After talking to Regina, Johan tried to regain his composure. He tried to convince himself that Evangeline wasn’t that frightening.
The fact that he could easily overpower her sexually didn’t help.
His fear stemmed from the realization of her true power. It was like finding out the woman he’d been sleeping with was the president’s daughter—the knowledge made her more intimidating.
It was a difficult fear to overcome alone, so he sought expert advice.
“…So you came to me?”
“Yes.”
“You think I’m not scary?”
“Honestly? Not really.”
Hecaterina frowned, looking at him with displeasure. Was it because he had asked the Witch of Terror for advice on overcoming fear, or because he claimed not to be afraid of her?
She sighed, then shared a few methods she knew.
“First, just fight and win.”
“Impossible. How can I fight Master?”
“You bastard, challenge her to a sex battle or something.”
“Hmm… I’m already winning that one, and it’s not helping. Next.”
Hecaterina, looking at him incredulously, offered another suggestion.
“Second, just accept the fear.”
“Accept the fear?”
“Yeah, courage is about facing your fears and overcoming them. Be brave.”
Johan closed his eyes and thought about Evangeline. Why did he fear her? Because he realized she could casually obliterate a city with a flick of her wrist, without any remorse.
So, he was supposed to accept the fact that she could kill him effortlessly, without a second thought?
“…That seems difficult.”
“This is difficult, that is difficult. What do you want me to do?”
“Isn’t there an easier, better way?”
“There is one more.”
“What is it?”
“Understand the witch.”
Johan tilted his head, confused. Hecaterina sighed and began explaining the mechanism of fear.
“People fear what they don’t understand. So try to understand the witch. Why she kills so easily, why she can smile afterward. Delve into her soul.”
“…Understand her.”
“I finally understand why you’re human. That old man was better. At least he tried to understand witches.”
Hecaterina said this, referencing Ludwig, and shooed Johan away. He left, pondering her words.
—Try to understand the witch.
—Delve into her soul.
He realized she was right.
He didn’t understand Evangeline at all.
Why she hated the Church, why she could kill so casually.
He understood nothing.
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Late that night.
Evangeline lay in bed, listlessly sucking on her thumb. She longed for Johan’s warmth, but it wasn’t her turn tonight.
A cold, lonely night. Evangeline felt herself growing colder.
Knock, knock—
“…Who is it?”
—Master, may I come in?
“Johan!?”
Hearing her disciple’s voice, Evangeline quickly sat up, smoothed her hair, and cautiously opened the door.
Johan stood there, looking awkward. It was Hecaterina’s turn tonight, why was he here…?
“Where’s Hecaterina?”
“I took care of it this morning.”
“Early… so, what brings you here?”
“May I… come in?”
“…Come in.”
Evangeline let him in. Her heart pounded, anticipating what he was about to do.
She looked at Johan, her heart fluttering.
“Do you need… to talk about something?”
“Talk… yes, there’s something I want to talk about.”
“What is it…? If you don’t mind sharing it with your master… tell me. I’ll listen.”
Johan stared at Evangeline. Outwardly, she was a beautiful woman, but within her resided a chaotic abyss.
He realized he had never truly acknowledged that darkness while they were intimate. He had only loved her outer shell, and when he finally glimpsed what lay beneath, he had recoiled in fear.
Now, it was time to love her, darkness and all.
“I came here because I want to be with you, Master.”
“H-huh?”
“From head to toe, every part of you.”
“Huh?”
Evangeline, caught off guard by Johan’s sudden advance, fell back onto the bed. This was nice, but suddenly?
But Johan, his mind made up, wasted no time, and began to undress her, revealing her beneath the surface.
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Johan said the thing!