Ch. 49 The Two Witches (29)
by Afuhfuihgs
Witch – Chapter 49- The Two Witches (29)
Beryl, who had been reminiscing about Nicks while nestled under a warm blanket with a glow-in-the-dark dragon, sighed deeply from time to time, feeling both embarrassed and resigned.
Though it didn’t seem like she had fully bared her heart, it was clear enough to understand the kind of relationship Beryl and Nicks shared.
Beryl seemed like the typical pushover who would give her heart, body, and soul, but she was also a woman prone to obsession.
“I don’t need help. I’m happy enough as I am.”
“…….”
Beryl didn’t know yet.
Just as there are depths beneath depths,
There is greater happiness beyond happiness.
In love, emotional connection is important, but physical connection matters too.
Especially since men are often swayed by visual cues, so it’s impossible for Nicks not to feel some attraction to Beryl’s appearance.
But she’s never taken off her hood in front of him….
Knowing Beryl, she’d probably keep it that way.
“Beryl, think about it. What if the person lying next to you right now wasn’t me, but Nicks?”
“Ugh!?”
“Imagine waking up in the morning and seeing Nicks sleeping. As you prepare breakfast, he wakes up groggily, hugs you from behind, and whispers ‘Good morning’ in your ear….”
Gulp.
Beryl swallowed hard.
See? She says she’s fine now, but deep down, she wants to take things further.
For some reason, she started rubbing her legs together, but I pretended not to notice.
“H… How many kids would be good? Maybe five would be nice?”
“Uh. Yeah. Sure….”
Her mind was racing, planning not just children but even grandchildren, and the speed at which she rubbed her legs increased. I couldn’t pretend not to notice anymore.
I had to stop the bed from turning into a swimming pool.
“You’ve never shown your face to Nicks, have you?”
“Well… ugh, not yet.”
Bringing up the hood topic managed to pull Beryl out of her delusions.
“I’m not mentally prepared yet. I…”
“Hey. No saying you’re ugly. I’ll really make you ugly if you keep that up.”
I pinched Beryl’s soft cheek.
Confidence is crucial, whether you’re a man or a woman.
The first condition of love is loving yourself more than loving others.
I had to start by lifting Beryl’s self-esteem, which had sunk into a deep swamp.
“Ugh… but…”
“No buts. Are you going to meet Nicks with your hood on forever? You’ll have to show your face to the kids you’ll have someday. Can a child not know what their mother looks like?”
“But…!”
I had to stop Beryl, who kept trying to run away.
I didn’t want to use this method, but desperate times called for desperate measures.
“I’ve been talking one-sidedly without understanding your situation, haven’t I? I’m sorry.”
“Huh? Oh, no. I’m the one who should apologize…”
“No. Don’t apologize. I’m the one who’s wrong. You’re happy enough as you are, but your feelings matter.”
“…….”
“Nicks will probably end up with someone else. There are plenty of women who’d want a Stella-ranked adventurer, even if it’s not you.”
I felt bad for Beryl, but I had to shock her a little to get her out of this rut.
I’ll apologize properly later.
“…I don’t want that.”
The shock must have been too much, as Beryl buried her face in my chest, sniffling.
“I liked him first…. Whether it’s Emily or that Josie girl I saw today… the spot next to Nicks is mine. Why are they taking it? I don’t want that. I’m the only one who should see Nicks’ smile. That smile is mine.”
Love is so heavy.
What is it about Nicks that made her fall so hard?
I worried if I had accidentally poked a sleeping dragon’s reverse scale.
Beryl seemed ready to devour every woman around Nicks.
Even Josie, who had appeared with Nicks this morning, was now a target. It sent a chill down my spine.
But who am I?
With my ability to see through men’s hearts, Beryl’s heartache ends here!
I patted Beryl’s back to calm her down as she cried.
“Don’t worry. That’s why I’m here to help. Let’s make you much happier than you are now.”
“…I want to be happier.”
“But you have to do exactly as I say. It’ll be really hard for you as you are now. You can say no if you don’t want to.”
“…….”
As Beryl is now, she’d have a hard time even seducing an old man.
No man would love a woman who hides her body under a hood and robe.
She has to change. She has to be bolder.
Beryl knew this too, so she hesitated to answer.
If she says no… well, I can’t force her. I just want Beryl to be a little happier.
“Okay. I’ll do whatever you say, Estelle. If you tell me to take it off, I’ll take it off…!”
“No, don’t take it off now!”
I barely managed to stop her flat chest from popping out.
If Beryl, who’s self-conscious about her small chest, is willing to expose it….
Her determination was clearer than words.
“But… is it really possible?”
“Don’t worry. Just trust me.”
I’ll make sure any man falls for Beryl.
The love potion I brought for Beryl, who’s suffered from complexes for so long, will now be used as intended.
It’s better to say goodbye to her small chest now, right?
Having a bigger chest will be quite uncomfortable.
The body balance she’s maintained for 500 years will change drastically, so it’ll take some time to adjust.
Hehe.
Goodbye to the Beryl who was teased for being flat-chested in her past life.
“Didn’t you get a dance request from the butler during the festival?”
“Oh my. Really? I’m so jealous. They say if you get a dance request from the man you like during the festival and dance first, your love will come true.”
“Yeah. We’re meeting behind the ballroom. It’s sneaky, but it’ll be fine, right?”
“The Marquis will forgive you. After all, he’s the legendary protagonist.”
While waiting early in the morning to ask Marquis Eric for a favor, I overheard two maids chatting.
I had no idea there was such a legend about the ball on the last day of the Harvest Festival.
I stumbled upon an event that could help Beryl’s love.
Nicks, being a native of Venetia, must know about this, right?
With only five days left until the festival, if I could get Nicks to ask Beryl to dance….
Just imagining the two of them dancing at the ball made dopamine surge through me.
“Lady Estelle, I’ve brought the item you requested.”
“Ah, yes. Thank you.”
Eric, tired from the busy festival preparations, brought the item I asked for.
I hadn’t come early, but this was the only time I could meet Eric.
Unfolding the beautifully dyed green silk, I noticed a faint fragrance.
I made the right choice asking Eric.
It was elegant and had the perfect color for a gift to Beryl.
“If you need clothes, I can have them made for you.”
“No. It’s not clothes I need.”
Beryl’s eyes are sewn shut, which could be seen as grotesque. Nicks might feel repulsed if he saw her face.
This fabric is for making a blindfold to cover Beryl’s eyes.
With a magic circle added.
Using mana, I cut the fabric and stretched out the prepared magic catalyst to embroider an antique pattern.
The magic circle engraved on the blindfold would focus on seals, curse resistance, and tranquility—things that would help Beryl.
While Eric, busy as he was, watched the magic in a daze, I remembered something I wanted to ask.
“By the way, what’s that rumor? About the legend?”
“The legend, you say….”
“They say if you get a dance request from the man you like during the festival and dance first, your love will come true?”
Since Eric is the protagonist of the legend, he’d know best.
Eric coughed awkwardly and sighed.
“Those maids and their useless gossip….”
He knew it was the maids right away.
I silently apologized to the maids who’d probably get scolded later.
“Why? Don’t be like that. Tell me.”
“No, it’s just…. My late wife was my personal maid. Given our statuses, my father strongly opposed it when he found out.”
This Eric guy. He’s more of a romantic than he looks.
From his appearance, you’d think he’d have an arranged marriage between noble families.
“I was engaged, but before I knew it, I couldn’t live without my personal maid. So during the festival ball, I approached her and asked her to dance before my fiancée.”
At a ball, with Derrick and other nobles present.
A noble asking a maid to dance.
I could clearly imagine Derrick’s face turning red with anger.
“She was frail, and after giving birth to Emily, she passed away… I have many regrets. She endured so much stress from my father. If I hadn’t been so selfish, she might have lived longer….”
“Do you regret loving her?”
“This feeling won’t change. Even if I went back in time, I’d fall in love with her again and ask her to dance. What I regret is not standing up to my father sooner.”
Ah. This is true love.
If Eric is like this, how much more delicious would Beryl be?
Just imagining it made my lower stomach tingle.
“Thanks for telling me. It must’ve been hard to talk about.”
“Not at all. It’s almost her death anniversary, so I should visit her grave soon.”
After sending Eric off, I teleported.
Beryl should be awake by now, right?
I gave her the love potion while she was sleeping, so I was curious to see her reaction.
Lucent
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