Chapter 73: 73 True Madness
"To suddenly visit the village like this. I wonder what Morgan is thinking."
"Well, I doubt she’s coming with ill intentions."
Circe and dea were busy preparing to welco the dragon Morgan.
In truth, the relationship between witches and dragons—specifically with Morgan—was quite good.
Morgan would take magical tools and books the witches needed.
In return, the witches received various treasures, including gold coins.
Dragons, by nature, value their dignity highly.
Perhaps because of this, she would often leave behind an excessive amount of gold as paynt.
Thanks to magic, the witch clan already lived in abundance.
But with the treasures and gold from the dragon piling up, the witches amassed an enormous fortune.
If the witches set their minds to it, buying a few territories or even a small kingdom wouldn’t be impossible.
In any case, since it had been a while since the dragon’s last visit, they couldn’t afford to be careless with preparations, no matter how sudden it was.
"Still, this is a good opportunity. I’ve been wanting to introduce Karl to her. And now she’s here at the perfect ti."
"...You plan to introduce him to Lady Morgan."
"Hehe, of course. He’s my husband, after all."
Among the witches, Circe and Morgan shared a particularly close bond.
If compared to humans, it was like neighbors of different ages who often went to cafes together.
In a way, this was like introducing a husband to a friend.
Circe was quite excited about the occasion.
"Hmm~ The problem is how Lady Morgan views the human race."
"It’s likely she sees them as inferior."
"That’s what worries
a bit."
Long-lived races generally look down on short-lived violent humans.
Among them, dragons are particularly prideful and self-assured.
If she t Karl, there was a high chance she’d naturally talk down to him.
Circe was worried that Karl might get hurt by it.
"On a separate note, I..."
dea, who was about to say sothing, suddenly paused. She seed to be hesitating, unsure if she should bring it up.
"What’s wrong?"
"I’m sorry. It’s a bit of a sensitive topic."
"Hehe, dea, I’ve told you before, haven’t I? I truly think of you as my daughter."
Seeing Circe’s smile, dea gave a faint, bitter smile.
Their relationship was far from a typical mother-daughter bond.
Even among the witch clan, where daughters are "created," it was unique.
A witch who had been Circe’s closest friend.
dea was the daughter born after her death.
Though Circe had adopted her, their relationship was never fully whole.
The death of her friend had left Circe traumatized.
It took her a long ti to heal from that pain.
dea, for her part, felt guilt over her mother’s death.
Knowing how deep Circe’s sorrow was, she couldn’t act spoiled or carefree.
In the end, while dea was clearly Circe’s adopted daughter, there was a subtle distance between them.
Because of these complex circumstances, dea kept a slight distance in their daily lives.
But there was no denying that they genuinely cared for each other.
Despite everything, they were undeniably mother and daughter, a family.
Both Circe and dea wished for each other’s happiness more than anything.
"If there’s sothing on your mind, feel free to say it. I’m ready to listen."
"Hmm, if you say so..."
dea opened her mouth with a worried expression.
"This is about your husband as well..."
"What about him?"
"That man... he gets too close to won too easily."
"Uh, huh?"
Caught off guard by the unexpected topic, Circe blinked.
dea, as if she’d anticipated this reaction, continued speaking, determined to press on.
"That man and the elf Diana have beco priest and follower."
"Yes... that’s right."
"That prideful elf, with a human, no less. And they seem to have grown quite close. A bit... excessively so."
"Maybe it’s because Karl is just that good of a person?"
"Absolutely not."
dea said firmly.
She didn’t know much about n, but she could confidently say this human wasn’t what you’d call a "good person."
Innocent Circe might see it as one of his charms, but dea didn’t view Karl’s ability in a positive light.
"That man gets close to won easily and forms certain relationships just as easily. And he enjoys it, too."
"Hmm, is that so?"
"At least from what I’ve observed."
Every woman Karl t ended up that way.
Circe, whom dea respected, had quickly fallen for Karl.
Even Diana, the elf, was now showing vulnerability around him.
Many other witches, after just one or two conversations with Karl, developed a fondness for him.
’It’s like he’s under so kind of spell to charm won...’
That man was dangerous to won, she thought.
With that, dea let out a faint sigh.
She couldn’t quite articulate this uneasy feeling.
After all, she was speaking based on a vague intuition without solid evidence.
"He’s certainly the Great Witch’s husband. But I don’t think it’s good that won keep getting entangled with him."
It wasn’t just that he was skilled at dealing with won.
There was sothing more to that man.
Because of this, dea was more wary of Karl than necessary.
Even so, whenever their bodies touched, she couldn’t help but...
"Ahem! Ahem! Anyway, I think it might be dangerous for a man like him to et Lady Morgan."
"Aren’t you being a bit too sensitive?"
"Even if she’s a dragon, Lady Morgan is still a woman. Wouldn’t it be troubleso if she took a liking to him?"
"Oh, co on, that’s not going to happen."
Circe, who had been listening intently, let out a light laugh.
"Morgan is a dragon, after all. Karl’s a great guy, but... would she really take an interest in him as a man?"
"I know it’s unlikely, but..."
Yes, normally, a dragon wouldn’t.
To Morgan, humans were little more than insignificant insects.
But for so reason, dea had a strange premonition that Karl would get close to her, just like he did with Diana.
"...Anyway, I think we need to be cautious. I’ll warn him in advance."
"Is that really necessary?"
"I believe it is."
"If you feel that strongly, I won’t object..."
No matter how slim the chance, you never know.
Looking at Karl, dea realized even the smallest possibility shouldn’t be ignored.
’If, by so miracle, even a dragon took a liking to that man...’
dea shook her head, trying to dispel her unease.
Knock, Knock.
At that mont, a knock echoed through the office.
When they called for the visitor to enter, a witch ca in and reported.
"Great Witch, Lady Morgan has arrived."
"Oh, really? Did she finally morize the way?"
Morgan was notoriously bad with directions.
Every ti she ca to the village, she’d get lost and cause a ruckus.
It had beco customary for Circe to personally go out to greet her.
Then Morgan would make clumsy excuses, claiming she was just in a bad mood.
It seed even getting lost was a humiliation for a dragon.
...To be honest, not being able to morize a route after hundreds of years was a bit of a problem.
"No, she was guided here."
"Hmm, as expected. She must’ve run into another witch along the way, thankfully."
"Yes, your husband, Lord Karl, happened to et her and guided her here."
"...What?"
Circe and dea’s eyes widened in shock.
That Karl... had already t Morgan alone?
"...Is sothing wrong?"
Only the witch, unaware of the situation, was startled by their reaction.
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"Hmm~ The more I hear, the more surprising it is. To think Circe got married in the anti, and to a human, no less."
"It was a bit sudden for
too. We’ve even had the wedding now."
"Right, I ca because I got the invitation."
"...The wedding’s already over, though."
"Hmph! Such trivial formalities an little to a being like , so it doesn’t matter."
Morgan and I talked about various things.
I had only planned to escort her to the reception room and leave—
—"I’m quite bored right now. You seem to have a knack for entertaining, so stay and keep
company."
—is what Morgan said, holding
back.
It was unexpected, but not bad.
I’d been wanting to get closer to this dragon anyway.
’Her personality’s better than I expected.’
Oh, she’s definitely a bit of a bitch, as long-lived beings tend to be. Her prickly attitude was similar to Diana’s in so ways.
But considering her status, it was understandable.
She’s like a woman made of arrogance and confidence rolled into one.
But with that face and those breasts, it’s hard not to forgive her.
Won like her, when they’re moaning in bed and sucking your cock, it’s just that much more thrilling.
’The conversation’s surprisingly good, too.’
No, more than that, she was oddly interested in .
’I thought she’d tell a lowly human like
to shut up.’
Instead, Morgan was the one asking
all sorts of questions.
"You seem like a mage yourself."
"Yes, I’ve been a mage since before I got married."
"Must be tough living among witches. No matter how hard a human tries, they can’t even touch a fraction of a witch’s talent."
"It does hit
sotis. But I consider myself lucky to learn so much from it."
"Is that so?"
Suddenly, she started munching on a chocolate cookie in front of her.
Like she was annoyed about sothing.
’What an unpredictable... dragon.’
Even the way cookie crumbs fell into her cleavage was oddly sexy.
"Hmm... to think she’d take a husband for the sake of an heir. Getting pregnant won’t be easy."
Morgan looked at
and asked, as casually as if she were inquiring about my salary.
"Is your dick big?"
"Yes, it’s big."
My answer ca out naturally.
"How big?"
"Big enough to reach your navel if I thrust into you, Lady Morgan."
The dragon stared at
like I was so kind of lunatic.
Hey, I just answered her question.
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