บท 73: [73] You Won't Keep Winning Forever
Brushing off the disheveled coat, Reinhard steadied himself against the wall as he staggered out of the compartment's bedroom, closing the door behind him.
Outside the train window, dusk was settling, casting its fading hues upon the landscape. The last remnants of sunlight splashed across the horizon, veiling the distant horizon with a layer of dim yet dazzling light.
But...
...Why is the sun green?
Rubbing his eyes, Reinhard couldn't shake off the greenish hue, almost as if it were tainted with darkness.
"...No, it's just because you need hydration."
A familiar, steady voice chimed in.
"Dehydration can lead to dry eyes, and perhaps even hallucinations, Rein."
As if reading his mind.
Accompanied by the reassuring voice of a man, always composed and reliable, it sounded by his side.
A clear glass of water was handed to Reinhard.
"So... replenish with some water first?"
Gazing at the ripples in the glass, Reinhard's parched lips struggled to swallow a mouthful of saliva.
Taking the glass, he glanced sideways, somewhat dazedly, at his mentor.
On Waver's face, there was a subtle yet polite smile.
"Thank you... Professor."
"...No need for thanks. It's only natural for a mentor to care for the well-being of his disciple."
Was this really well-being?
More like just not being dead.
Almost squeezed dry... literally.
Looking at his disciple's rare, weary complexion.
Waver couldn't help but sigh deeply.
Back in the Clock Tower, Reinhard, regardless of the circumstances, always exuded energy, humility, and kindness.
Every moment, one could feel the spring-like temperament he possessed.
Always brimming with ingenious thoughts.
Always seemingly tireless energy.
However... since emerging from that witch's room...
The black-haired youth before him, his complexion gray, his features withered.
Only a semblance of his former self remained.
As if with a gentle push, he could easily topple him like building blocks, crumbling into pieces.
What kind of intense battles had he been through?
Until it dries up to dehydration like this.
Has the bone marrow also been sucked dry?
Such a stark contrast.
It made Waver couldn't help but feel deeply moved.
Women, truly were immensely terrifying creatures.
A woman who had been thirsting for ages was even more terrifying.
Indeed, one must never approach women, lest they become unfortunate.
At this moment, Morgan, in Waver's eyes, had become a hundred times more terrifying and horrifying than King Arthur.
"Gurgle..."
As refreshing as nectar, the water flowed down his throat, moistening his parched heart.
Reinhard drank the entire glass of water in one gulp, emitting a satisfying rumble from his body, filled with comfort.
Good, the color of the sun seemed to be returning to normal.
It's still yellow, as it should be.
To think even drinking water... would look this desperate.
Seeing this heart-wrenching scene.
Though he was a Lord of the Department of Modern Magecraft Theory, he was still single at thirty.
But it's impossible for him to show that in front of his student, right? Therefore, he tries to give advice while attempting to cover up his lack of experience.
"This won't do, Rein. You should pay more attention to your health. Don't force yourself if you can't handle it."
He not even mature yet, but he's already trying to defy a woman who's over fifteen hundred years old.
"It's fine... I can manage, Professor."
Reinhard squeezed out a faint smile on his face.
"With my constitution, drinking some water will suffice."
Indeed, it was just dehydration.
Never underestimate the endurance of an ultimate life form...
He had persisted until the end... without begging for mercy!
Winning!
Seeing Reinhard's trembling arms, Waver clicked his tongue and took the glass from his disciple's hand.
Stubborn indeed.
Hardheaded all over.
Knowing the ins and outs of the situation, he didn't bother to advise.
As they say, absence makes the heart grow fonder.
This farewell lasted fifteen hundred years, almost like a honeymoon.
"Take care of yourself, and don't die on us...."
"Everyone's waiting for you in the hall to have dinner together..."
"They... They're still waiting for me?"
Reinhard's expression stiffened slightly.
Caught off guard.
How could he face everyone like this?
As he slipped out and closed the door to the room, he realized belatedly... they had such a soundproof bounded field, right?
But now... Morgan's soundproof bounded field had collapsed...
Upon careful thought.
It was probably because... his pounding was too intense?
"Cough... Um...."
He wanted to go back to his room.
But the witch was asleep. If he went back and woke her up again, that would be asking for trouble.
...Huh, trying to escape?
Waver held down his disciple's shoulder.
With your current haggard appearance, you can't even beat me, your mentor. Come with me obediently.
"I came back for some wine coincidentally. Thought you might not come out anytime soon."
Waver said with a knowing smile.
Reinhard looked away guiltily.
Indeed.
He almost couldn't make it out.
Having unleashed the full power of Sandevistan, along with a 42% increase in durability from the White Dragon's blood.
From noon until dusk.
The bed was soaked, and the bathtub was filled.
Reinhard finally served the witch to his heart's content, collapsing on the bed.
Morgan wrapped in his wet, sticky, white shirt, sniffing her husband's scent, drifted into a peaceful slumber.
Before leaving the bedroom.
The black-haired youth, with lowered eyelids, gazed at the witch's sleeping profile and left faint kiss marks on her side.
Clearly, it had only been half a month since they parted ways in terms of his senses...
But for her, it had been fifteen hundred years.
So.
It wasn't just reunion that he felt.
There was also a profound sense of guilt.
He leaves her behind as and choosing to seek vengeance for Vortigern.
So...
No matter how she demanded, it was only fair.
Reinhard simply wanted to do everything in his power to fill her gaps.
He had sworn confidently at noon, intending to make her beg for mercy...
However, during those tumultuous six hours of ups and downs,
Reinhard finally understood the true meaning of the phrase 'unable to extricate oneself'.
Even his spear was about to break.
Patting his disciple's shoulder,
Waver with a cigar held between his fingertips, wore an expression that seemed to say, 'You sinful fellow.'
"Let's go, everyone's waiting."
"Would it be inappropriate for me to explain for you?"
"Seeing you might help put everyone at ease."
Admitting defeat.
Just out of the battlefield, yet heading to the execution ground.
Straightening his disheveled collar with a solemn expression.
Reinhard followed Waver into the exclusive luxurious banquet hall specially created for them on the Mystic Eyes Collection Train.
The moment the black-haired youth stepped into the hall...
All the female attendees' gazes converged on him.
Having adjusted his emotions earlier...
Reinhard met their gazes calmly.
Gray.
The silver-haired girl pressed her thin lips together slightly, blushing as she averted her gaze and pulled down her hood to cover half of her face.
Seeing her senpai's face, she would recall... the sounds of celebration, as if opening a champagne bottle.
First Blood!
Reines.
The blonde girl's lips curved slightly upwards, her sapphire eyes narrowing subtly, seeming to want to pierce Reinhard with her gaze.
However, the crimson blush spreading across her fair neck betrayed her embarrassment at the moment. She glanced at him once, and she immediately looked away.
Double Kill!
Olga Marie.
Being held back by her maid, the heiress of the Department of Astromancy cast a shy glance at the black-haired youth who had just entered, blushing as she lowered her gaze, her fingertips fidgeting with her clothing, much like the trembling of her heartstrings.
She had been watching the chandelier sway for five hours.
The girl's heart had been swaying for five hours too.
This was... too...
Triple Kill!
Their defense was too weak.
Not a single word came out.
With just his gaze, Reinhard effortlessly dismantled them one by one, completing the triple kill with a casual air, and then encountering the stubbornness named Scarred Red.
Touko Aozaki blew out smoke clouds, her eyes hazy in the mist.
It wasn't exactly love.
Between her and Reinhard, at most, it was a friendship above all else.
There was a slight... liking.
A bit of liking for this guy who could make money...
A bit of liking for this guy she could toy with at will...
A bit of liking for this guy who despite having his skin torn still maintained a smile on his face.
When he had risked his life to save his mentor in the Twin Towers, he had indeed displayed a charm that made people take notice.
Age... wasn't really an issue for magus.
Touko Aozaki could change her body as she pleased.
But Touko Aozaki immediately saw through the guy in front of her... actually was fond of mature women.
Otherwise, why would he be in the midst of all those beautiful young girls in the classroom, yet still seem so relaxed and at ease, as if he were swimming among swords and blades?
The relationship between the two of them had always been somewhat... ambiguous.
Yes, 'ambiguous.'
Touko Aozaki wasn't the type to actively pursue someone. It was more accurate to say that the kind of affection she expected was always natural and effortless...
Like fine wine.
The taste that grew richer with time only made it more intoxicating.
However...
Bang!
The wine jar she had carefully aged was kicked over directly by that woman who suddenly appeared...
Who was she to be even more ruthless than herself?!
Just as she was beginning to feel something, she ended up losing completely!
The hazy smoke... was like Touko Aozaki's soft but disillusioned heart.
Not on the battlefield, but in the spectator stands, Melvin was sitting there with a faint smile, stroking his violin case.
The atmosphere seemed somewhat stagnant.
Perhaps it was time for him to play a melancholic tune?
"Come on, everyone, let's eat."
Pretending not to notice the atmosphere, Waver pushed his disciple into the seat.
"What's with the expressions? Doesn't this feast make your appetite soar?"
On the gorgeously decorated table lay various luxurious and dazzling dishes.
The Mystic Eyes Collection Train had gone all out to entertain their distinguished guests, with magical beast's meat from the Spiritual Tomb of Albion.
Even Reinhard, who hadn't eaten so well in a year, couldn't help but admire.
Tsk.
Waver smiled awkwardly yet politely.
...No one touched their tableware.
In this almost stiflingly silent atmosphere,
Touko Aozaki's slightly hoarse and hazy voice rang out.
"Rein, who is that witch to you?"
As the last word fell, whether out of curiosity or concern, everyone's gaze once again converged on Reinhard's face.
So powerful.
So mysterious.
So... dangerous.
While others were still at the starting line, that witch had already reached the finish line, lifting the trophy named Reinhard into her room in front of everyone's eyes and enjoying it alone for half a day.
Her identity was something everyone was curious about...
Surviving until now, a magus from the Age of Gods.
As Touko Aozaki caught sight of the replicated holy lance effortlessly thrown by her side, she also heard the incantations about Avalon escaping her lips.
As a master puppeteer with profound knowledge from the Age of Gods, Touko Aozaki herself completed the restoration of the Rune Magecraft, and it is with such achievement that she became Grand Rank Magus.
Even her relationship with Reinhard stems from consultations on Rune research, with him seeking her expertise and paying consultation fees to inquire about the origins of Rune.
So...
Deep down, Touko Aozaki had some vague suspicions.
But the truth was simply too unbelievable. Even if the evidence seemed to align, she couldn't bring herself to be certain.
"Who... is she?"
Despite the slight pallor on her face, the black-haired youth still wore that warm smile.
"She's... my fiancée."
Fiancée.
That was Reinhard's carefully considered response.
Because, technically, Reinhard hadn't exchanged marriage vows with Morgan yet.
So, it was more of a nominal title.
This answer momentarily caused the hearts of the girls present to tighten, yet it also seemed to ease their tension a bit.
Although it was incredibly intimate, yes, but... right...
At least it was a not marriage!
This meant there was still a chance, right?
Victory!
However, upon hearing this response,
Touko Aozaki's brow furrowed even deeper.
As a Grand Magus, she was arguably the most knowledgeable in magical expertise among those present, so she had to consider many more things and could speculate on many more secrets.
... fiancée?
No, where did this fiancée suddenly come from?
She had never heard of it before.
If there was a fiancée of a magus from the Age of the Gods, why would he bother coming to the Clock Tower to endure the pressure from those old geezers and risk his life to become a magical guinea pig?
As long as that witch from the Age of Gods showed up at any time during this year, he must be getting special treatment because it's impossible for those old folks to let go of the treasure of knowledge.
And with such a powerful fiancée, why would he still need to consult her about runes?
It was suspicious, too suspicious.
And...
"You and your fiancée sex for six hours straight?"
"Pfft..."
Reinhard sprayed the water he had just sipped all over, drenching Waver next to him.
Wiping his damp hair, Waver leaned towards his injured disciple with a wry smile, pressing his lips together.
"Miss Aozaki, this is a bit..."
"It's because you guys caused such a commotion,"
Touko Aozaki exhaled a plume of smoke.
"I didn't mean to eavesdrop."
"Cough... cough cough."
Reinhard coughed awkwardly.
How was he supposed to respond to this?
What he hadn't mentioned yet was that they usually started off for three days and three nights.
He had toiled day and night for two years before reaching where they were now.
Seeing Reinhard's hesitation...
Touko Aozaki shifted her gaze.
"...Waver, you're always the first to hear everything from Rein, so you must already know everything, right?"
Yes, Waver's reaction was indeed strange.
He had resisted her inquiries at the auction hall.
And... his fervent tone.
It was as if he had known all along who that witch really was.
Wouldn't you try to protect... your disciple?
She had drained your disciple for a full six hours, and you didn't intervene?
Touko Aozaki's words lingered softly in the air.
"Who exactly is she? Do you already know her?"
Waver shook his head, raising his hands in surrender with a bitter smile.
"I'm afraid of being killed. Spare me, please."
Touko Aozaki narrowed her eyes, clicking her tongue.
"As the Lord of the Department of Modern Magecraft Theory, are you afraid to speak?"
"Even stacking up eleven Lords would same. Maybe she'll destroy all of London if her mood sours."
...This was exaggerating a bit too much.
Hearing his mentor say this, Reinhard had to step forward to defend himself.
"My dear wife is actually quite easygoing. At most, if she's in a bad mood, she might destroy the Clock Tower..."
"???"
Her temper... was indeed quite good.
Touko Aozaki couldn't help but consider whether she had the strength to dismantle the Clock Tower.
If she called her younger sister, it shouldn't be a problem... right?
However, just thinking about her younger sister, the cigarette in the woman's hand involuntarily crushed inward.
"At least, Rein, make it clear to me."
"It's not a matter of trust. Everyone here is my... most reliable friends and allies."
Reinhard said so.
The silver-haired girl suddenly stood up, feeling like she didn't belong here...
"No, it's okay, Miss Olga Marie, please, have a seat."
The black-haired youth shook his head gently.
"If my dear wife doesn't want to talk about it... I can't say anything for now. Sorry, Miss Aozaki."
"Cough..."
The smoke dispersed.
In the almost stagnant silence, as if a sealed urn had been suddenly opened, the air inside the room began to flow silently...
Reinhard turned his head as if sensing something.
The gazes of everyone present followed suit, toward the opened door.
In an instant.
Silence enveloped the room.
She stepped in gracefully, her elegance akin to the night.
The intricate patterns of her perfectly tailored backless gown trailed behind her like the night, exuding an aura of disdain with every step she took into the banquet hall.
The tips of her high heels seemed to tread on people's hearts.
Enveloped in luxurious black fabric, her pale skin, barely visible, resembled flawless alabaster, tempting anyone to reach out and touch.
She wore no crown or veil.
And yet, her sapphire eyes, set in her ethereal beauty, were enough to break hearts.
The lines. The contours.
The smooth silver hair cascading down like silk.
Her slender, well-proportioned figure surpassed that of any stage actor.
Her demeanor exuded coldness.
Like a queen... reigning over this world.
Ignoring the gazes of everyone, the witch paid them no mind.
But even in the almost stagnant atmosphere, as she walked gracefully forward, her hand reached out to caress the black-haired youth's cheek, her head tilting down to kiss his lips gently.
Perfect.
The word echoed in everyone's hearts.
Gazing at her noble visage, the cigar in Waver's hand trembled, his fingertips quivering.
This was...
After kissing Reinhard's lips, the smile on the witch's lips softened.
Then her face returned to normal..
However, even with such a cold, indifferent, almost expressionless demeanor, in the eyes of everyone present, she seemed so incredibly beautiful and soul-shaking.
Just gazing at that figure, their minds repeatedly chewed on that beauty, as if it could conjure up wonderful memories.
An uncrowned queen.
She stood there, her sapphire eyes lowered, overseeing everyone, and spoke softly.
"I am Morgan Le Fay."
Click...
The cigarette in Touko Aozaki's hand dropped, scorching the tablecloth, emitting a hissing sound.
The freshly blooming roses adorning the banquet hall seemed to wither and wilt in front of her.
Gray watched in a daze and was transfixed.
Transfixed by the woman who bore a striking resemblance to herself, yet appeared more mature, alluring, and enchanting... the witch named Morgan Le Fay.
With a grand entrance, she stole the show.
...
"In the Arthurian Legend, the reason for Camelot's downfall is a witch named...."
"...Morgan Le Fay."
"So, Waver, you're not willing to tell me the reason is..."
Fwoo...
Seated in the VIP compartment on the plush sofa.
Facing the questioning crowd, Waver exhaled a puff of smoke, his demeanor calm and steady.
"Anyway, everyone will know sooner or later."
"That witch, she chose to reveal it herself, so now you all have no doubts, right?"
No... Instead, there were even more doubts!
Even though there were speculations in their hearts.
But, hearing the true name of the witch.
At this moment, Touko Aozaki's mind was filled with various perplexities like surging tides.
"Rein, he's..."
"Don't even think about it, I won't say. Don't expect me to open my mouth, I'll only end up with a bellyache."
Waver declared firmly, refusing to speak unless given permission by his disciple, Reinhard.
This was his disciple's deepest secret.
And it was the trust entrusted to him by his disciple.
He would take it to the grave.
The luxurious chandelier above their heads swayed gently.
Inside the private bedroom, the two of them had released a solid soundproofing bounded field this time.
However, it couldn't isolate the intense trembling of the tea water on the table's surface.
In their minds, they imagined how violent the scene might be.
Which inevitably made the girls... feel a soft, tingling sensation of weakness rising in their bodies.
Reines leaned against the blushing Olga Marie, lazily reclining on another sofa.
"...Morgan Le Fay."
Reines rubbed her eyes as, rolling her eyes at the swaying chandelier on the ceiling, murmuring the daunting name.
"...You wouldn't see any chance of winning."
"Your plan to bring him to the El-Melloi family is just a dream."
Waver exhaled a misty smoke.
"And besides that... he won't be able to be controlled by the El-Melloi family."
"Hmph... even if I can't become his wife, I'm ready to become his concubine!"
Thud!
Waver fiercely knocked on his foster sister's forehead, causing tears to well up in the golden-haired girl's eyes from the pain.
"Waver, I hate it!"
"Don't say such things in front of that witch, or you might end up dead."
"Ugh..."
That's right.
Morgan Le Fay, the witch recorded in history, was not one to have a good temper.
Although Waver understood after listening to Reinhard's account of his life as Alvin Pendragon, that the wild tales about the witch were purely fictional.
But, in front of her, trying to steal someone who had been she chased for fifteen centuries, no matter how good her temper was, she is unlikely to take the news well.
After Waver said that...
Which inevitably made Reines and Olga Marie feel a bit discouraged.
Sure, they were noble young ladies, that was true.
But, let alone the fallen El-Melloi, even compared to the Animushphere family, which had been passed down for thousands of years, how could they stand against the witch herself?
Morgan Le Fay.
Touko Aozaki looked out of the train window at the night, her gaze faint like moonlight.
Indeed.
Facing such a monstrous woman.
Damn it...
There's no way to win.
Simply put, there wasn't a shred of hope to win against her, not even the slightest.
"Fwoo..."
Waver smoked, using his disciple's gift to steady his emotions.
He and Melvin are not in this love struggle drama, but being here made them the most sober-minded.
The onlookers are clear-minded while the parties involved are confused.
Looking at the expressions of everyone, Waver understood very well what they were all thinking at the moment.
Reines.
His foster sister was fine, she wasn't the type to get discouraged easily. She should continue to probe like that, he was just worried... she would be hated by that witch.
Olga Marie...
To be honest, Waver wasn't very familiar with this young lady. And her relationship with Reinhard wasn't that deep either. So, although there would be disappointment and sadness, she should be able to bounce back soon, right? It's easy to become friends.
Marisbury old bastard's plan had completely collapsed, and even he might end up being exposed.
Touko Aozaki...
Although she was an old friend, she was the woman Waver understood the least.
To be honest, he was good at reasoning but not good at understanding women's thoughts.
Who else could know what was going on in the mind of this scarred lady at this moment?
In the end.
What Waver was most worried about was still his... other disciple.
Gray.
She was the most unable to accept that her senpai was occupied by that witch.
It was not just infatuation, her bond with Reinhard, who had shared life and death experiences multiple times, had long surpassed mere feelings.
And also... because of that face.
Being similar in appearance to her, that face.
She robbed her admired senpai.
Among all these people... she was the most heartbroken and the one who couldn't get over it.
"Gray..."
Add in the golden birdcage kept swinging.
Add spoke trying to comfort the girl who had been curled up in the corner of the compartment since dinner.
Facing that terrifying woman.
Add dared not speak at all.
In fact, the moment that witch appeared in front of him, his face turned pale.
Add was something created by that witch.
Even if Add is actually the sealed holy lance, then what?
Does it make any difference in front of his creator?
Morgan could easily create his pseudo-personality.
And could... easily erase his existence too.
Gray curled up in the corner of the compartment, hugging her knees, motionless.
Just like when she was worshipped as a deity by the villagers and was so afraid that she curled up in her own bedroom.
Honestly.
Even when the witch appeared on the auction stage, and kissed senpai in front of everyone.
Gray didn't have the feeling of losing Reinhard either.
But...
When she saw the face of the witch at the banquet.
Gray understands.
She immediately understands everything.
Ahhh...
So that's it...
The reason why her newly awakened senpai cried after seeing her face and curled up in her embrace is....
Because...
Her face reminded him of that witch.
And the one called my dear wife by senpai is not her.
But that witch.
"..."
Thinking about that...
Her heart felt like it was starting to convulse, feeling a twisting pain.
In the faint scenes before her eyes.
That person's figure, with its back to her, grew further and further away.
The person who brought food every day and invited her to taste it.
The person who patiently stayed with her every night in the lounge, helping her review magecraft lessons.
Gray held the book he gave her, watching his figure as it moved further and further away from her, his back turned towards her.
No... Senpai wasn't going through it.
He was looking at her.
But he was... being pulled through by the witch.
By the witch named Morgan Le Fay.
"Senpai..."
Gray held onto that book, tears streaming down, muttering that name.
The hanging lamp above flickered and swayed.
The concerned words of her metor.
The worried calls of Add.
The gentle, warm fingertips of Reines and Miss Olga Marie.
None of them could lift the girl's gaze even a fraction from the curled-up corner.
Sighs.
Heavy sighs gradually dissipated in Gray's ears.
The night was quiet, the sky vast.
The starless night sky, devoid of stars.
Thus, the moonlight appeared lonely and desolate.
By the time the silent midnight arrived.
Those who had tired and strained themselves all day finally went to rest, and the lights in the carriage quietly extinguished.
Waver sat in the darkness smoking, watching over his disciple who was curled up in the corner of the carriage.
"Lady..."
Give it up.
Click.
The sound of the latch moving.
The door of the bedroom was gently pushed open by a hand.
Gray suddenly lifted her head.
The person who walked out of that door was not the one she had hoped for.
Instead, it was the witch herself wearing her senpai's white shirt and modern women's clothing, tying her long hair into a high ponytail, appearing plump and alluring...
Yes...
Tall and slender, with a curvaceous figure, and even a pair of beautiful legs wrapped in black stockings.
Seeing such an alluring witch, even Gray would feel envy in her heart.
These factors were completely absent in her.
Seeing the two people in the corridor, one of them sitting on the sofa smoking, and the other curling up in the corner crying.
Morgan tilted her head slightly.
"...Professor? Good evening."
Hearing this address, Waver couldn't help but smile wryly.
"I really don't dare to accept such a respectful title... Miss Morgan, please just call me by my name, Waver Velvet."
"No problem."
The witch smiled softly.
"Hubby's mentor is my mentor too, you know."
"...Then I'll accept it."
Humming a cheerful tune.
Morgan walked to the wine cabinet, took it with her white fingertips, and pulled out two bottles of fragrant red wine.
Having lived in the modern era for more than a decade, with a slight change in appearance, she looked like a beautiful urban woman, even holding SIM cards from various countries.
And besides that, Reinhard seemed to really like these clothes.
So, she gladly wore them.
She had lost track of her existence and usually wore the usual dresses she used to wear, but because they were too wet and she didn't want to wash them, she wore her husband's clothes.
After getting what she wanted, she returned.
"Good evening, professor."
"Good evening, too. Please pass on my prayers to Rein I hope he's alright..."
Morgan smiled and nodded in salutation, then walked away, ready to indulge her thirsty husband who had been waiting for her.
However...
In Waver's somewhat puzzled eyes.
The silver-haired girl stopped in front of Morgan.
The golden birdcage in her hand continued to sway.
"Miss Morgan..."
Like floating fire.
The girl's words ignited in this quiet carriage.
"I don't know what history you have with senpai..."
"...But please, don't monopolize senpai, he's already very tired..."
"Gray!"
Waver extinguished the cigarette in his hand and stepped forward to hold his disciple's arm.
But...
He couldn't shake the figure standing before Morgan.
Gray slowly raised her gaze.
Facing Morgan, who was interested and had lowered her eyes.
They stared at each other.
"He can't be monopolized by you alone."
"...Why?"
Morgan smiled softly, her azure eyes shimmering.
"He's my husband, and we're very affectionate, enjoying each other's company every moment.
"Isn't it you who... makes him exhausted?"
"And I will take good care of him."
"He's not just yours... husband..."
Gray said, each word carefully pronounced.
"He's also my senpai."
"But..."
The witch smiled, her voice soft.
"It seems that my bond with my husband is much deeper much deeper than yours."
"Miss Morgan..."
Gray's voice.
Seemed to shake with a tremble that burned before her.
In this dimly lit, starless, desolate night.
Began to sound.
"Is your bond only considered a bond if it's yours alone?"
As her words faded.
The echo lingered.
Morgan's expression, slightly dazed.
Before her, the silver-haired girl's words.
Seemed to set her on fire.
"Yes, that's right..."
"I am clumsy, I can't speak..."
"Perhaps you indeed have a very profound bond with senpai..."
"When senpai wakes up, he sheds tears missing you..."
"But..."
Gray's voice trembled.
"...Is a bond only considered a bond if it's between you and senpai?"
"So what about the hours senpai and I spent together?"
"Senpai worked hard at the Clock Tower... he studied magecraft diligently, worked hard, and tirelessly, only to be exhausted by you and brushed off so lightly?!"
"Who are you really searching for?!"
"Is it the shadow of him in your heart, or is it senpai who spent day and night with me at the Clock Tower?!"
"Gray!"
Waver's face turned ugly as he grabbed the silver-haired girl's hand and looked towards Morgan.
"Miss Morgan... Please don't mind-"
But in Gray's trembling voice.
Those fair and soft hands gently reached up.
"..."
Gray was a little stunned...
She stared at Morgan before her, a faint smile appearing on her lips, reaching out her hand, gently cradling Gray's face.
"Your name is... Gray, right?"
Her bright blue eyes shimmering and lowered.
Waver tactfully retreated.
As Gray, stunned, pondered what had actually happened.
Morgan embraced her in her broad breast.
Soft...
Soft enough to be addictive to the touch...
"You're really cute, dear Gray."
Although she does have a face that resembles her.
But that... is the gender-swapped version of Alvin.
Just thinking about it...
Morgan couldn't help but feel a sense of indescribable joy.
This is one of the early plans she had.
If that plan truly blossoms and becomes hubby, will it help him...
Truly...
She and hubby are indeed destined to be together.
Morgan as if reluctantly wiped away the tear marks from her eyes.
Gray really adorable.
"I can see it, you know..."
"I can see the bond between you two..."
"Your senpai, he must take good care of you at the Clock Tower, Gray."
"There's no help for it, your senpai is just that charming, I understand."
"However, I'm willing to die for hubby."
"So if you want to challenge me..."
"...then please prove that you're prepared."
Dizziness.
Dizziness flooded her brain.
What... what is this...
She was embraced by Miss Morgan.
So big... so soft...
The silver-haired girl broke free from the embrace in shock, stroking her own cheeks, looking dazed and bewildered like a startled kitten.
A somewhat helpless voice came from the black-haired youth.
"...My dear."
The door to the adjacent bedroom was gently pushed open.
The sleeping magus appeared on the corridor.
Always conspicuous, his mild and kind face happened to be in the center of the two beauties.
Indeed... the soundproof bounded field is still functioning.
But... the hearing of the ultimate life form is too good, sometimes it's also a fault.
And Reinhard felt that perhaps it was necessary to end this dispute.
Tsk.
Is this... a battlefield?
Unable to decide on an expression, he could only wear a faint smile on his face.
"...I'm a bit thirsty."
"Sorry, hubby..."
With a smile of victory on her face.
Morgan was intoxicated, pressing the black-haired youth's hand against her cheek, sniffing the pleasant scent.
"Want to challenge me..."
"I look forward to it, dear Gray."
Pressing the slender and fair fingertips of the black-haired youth against her neck and caressing, Morgan gently sighed.
"But for now, I'm still the winner."
She kissed her husband.
Those deep bright eyes, rippling like waves, seemed to engulf Reinhard in.
Click.
Gray stared blankly at...
The door.
In front of her eyes, it closed.
The silver-haired girl, somewhat dazed, stroked her chest.
Suddenly.
The girl tightened her grip on the birdcage in her hand.
"Add!"
"Eh... eh?! Gray-chan?!"
"I want special training!"
"S-special training for what?!"
"Any method to become stronger, I want to prove that I can protect senpai too..."
"Wow, has the sun risen from the west?! Is this still the timid Gray-chan?"
In Add's noisy words.
The silver-haired girl took a step, leaving her room.
Standing at the end of the corridor.
Gray, glanced at her own reflection, gazing at the witch's bedroom.
"Miss Morgan..."
She said softly.
"...You won't keep winning forever."
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