Volume 3 Chapter 17 A Long-Awaited I
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
It was a guest room located in the North Wing that the guards had ushered him to.
Maribel had been brought to the West Wing, and according to the guards, Christy had been summoned back urgently to provide first aid, and once she regained consciousness, it seemed she was transferred back to Maribel’s room in the main building.
(In other words, Maribel is in the innermost room on the third floor of the main building.)
In a small guest room where the candlelight flickered softly, Kian was mulling over the information from the guards.
The clock had just passed 7-30 in the evening.
Outside the window, dusk was about to come to an end.
The shadows of the windbreak trees surrounding the mansion were thick, and the clouds in the sky had turned a near-black shade of gray.
(Indeed, the glasses wearing head magician──Lucretia usually leaves the premises around 7 in normal times. This doesn’t just apply to her. If she tries to work beyond that, she’ll need light visible to human eyes.)
’Aren’t they using the magic stone that illuminates Lady Christina’s underground empire?’
(They may be, but Oswald’s household relies entirely on candelabras and chandeliers for lighting. They likely don’t use anything like magic stones.)
By nightfall, they would typically gather around the fireplace, which could also be used for cooking, to converse.
Oswald may have felt no need to purchase expensive magic stones.
’Well, in human society, there isn’t much to do at night, is there? At most, one reads a book or does some writing.’
(But how was the vampire society?)
’I wonder? Perhaps they frequently held gatherings at night? This one isn’t too sure.’
(Seems it’s not much different from human nobility.)
Just as Kian responded, he sensed the presence of a guard approaching from the hallway.
Soon, the sound of iron armor scraping along and the thumping of military boots on the stone floor filtered in through the carpet.
Standing up from the chair and turning to the door, a knock resonated.
”Come in.”
”────Mr. Kian.”
It was a guard.
He held a lamp in his hand.
Bringing the orange-hued light close to his face, the young man whispered to Kian.
”Lady Lucretia’s gone. She’s the last one. All the other witches have already packed it in.”
”So, I’m clear to head to the bedroom then?”
”Her Excellency is asleep. If you go in there, she’ll probably just be snoozing.”
”Should I have someone keep an eye on me while I do my thing?”
”If you do that, who knows where the gossip will start. Just get it over with, pronto. We’ll be doing our rounds on the second floor.”
”Got it.”
He nodded and blew out the candle flame with a “PFFT.”
No light needed.
With just a little bit of light, a vampire’s Magic Eye can see through the darkness perfectly.
Kian slipped past the guards and into the hallway, immediately putting on his ‘glasses.’
”────”
As his mind cleared, he managed to visualize the magic power emanating from Maribel’s blood in the main building.
The small, red-highlighted form was lying down quietly on the upper floor of the main building.
It seemed she was asleep, just like the guard said.
Kian waved off the guard who offered to lead him, and began to move, as if melting into the darkness of Oswald’s mansion hallway.
* * *
He passed by the chattering maids and ladies, and entered the main building through a white-pillared corridor.
There was a barrier, but he slipped through the gap in the barrier by using Mist Form.
He reached the stairs without being noticed by the guards patrolling the building.
He went straight up to the third floor.
He materialized silently and landed on the deserted third-floor corridor.
”────”
The hallway was white.
The rug was red, and the wall furnishings were simple, just paintings.
It seemed that the tastes of the nouveau riche Oswald and Maribel were completely different.
Come to think of it, she lived a very modest life for a Margrave.
He walked quietly down the dark corridor towards the large room at the back.
On the way, he felt a strong magic power entering on the first floor.
This magic power was Christy’s.
Her footsteps were slow, as if she was carrying something heavy.
Did she bring a change of clothes and some tools to wipe off sweat, or something like that?
(Speaking of which, the lady who was taking care of Maribel before was killed by those witches, including Natasha. Perhaps they haven’t found a replacement, or Maribel just doesn’t trust new people easily… Given what happened earlier in the salon, that seems likely.)
Kian silenced his presence and once again transformed into mist, sinking back into the shadows of the hallway.
Before long, a black-haired witch huffing and puffing, carrying a large tub filled with towels and an herbal concoction set, made her way up the stairs.
(Whoa…!)
Since the battle with Oswald, he had felt a strange sense of nostalgia and emotion welling up within him.
It’s been ages since he last saw Christy.
She still seems to favor her deep blue witch’s outfit.
Her attire consists of her usual beret, a dress with fabric cut around the collarbone, and a loose skirt that falls just below her knees.
Her long, glossy black hair is neatly trimmed at the ends and cascades down her back carelessly.
The silhouette that emerges from the dim light is that of a woman with a large chest, a small waist, and rounded hips, strikingly feminine despite her smaller rear.
She may have a restriction of not speaking, but to an outsider, she is undeniably a stunning beauty.
”Alright… here we go.”
Christy readjusted the tub in front of Kian.
With a jump, her breasts wobbled alongside.
Unaware of being watched by a man nearby, she continued onward down the hallway.
Kian remained in mist form, stealthily following the elegant black-haired witch from behind.
”――――.”
Bringing his face close to her hair, he took a sniff and caught the scent of the Roses perfume she had been using for the first time in weeks.
Once again, it was delightful no matter how many times he smelled it.
To inhale this scent mixed with her sweat while in bed was like a potent drug that could cause an instant erection after release.
Since he hadn’t had s*x with Christy recently, just this scent alone seemed enough for a no-hands climax.
Feeling her body warmth nearby, he couldn’t hold back any longer, so he moved his misty face closer to her slender shoulders, back, and youthful, rounded hips.
There was a hint of sweat in the air.
When looking under the skirt, she was wearing her favorite light blue underwear.
The light blue underwear was minimal in coverage, and as her white thighs moved back and forth, the fabric shifted slightly.
One side covered about half of her rear cheek at an angle, while the other side seemed to dig a little into the curve of her bottom.
The boundary between her hips and thighs showed intermittent folds of flesh, making it very provocative.
”Suuuu…, Haaa…”
(The sweet smell of sweat. Being under the skirt was indeed nice. I could almost want to settle here forever. ──Huh?)
”…?”
Christy suddenly stopped in her tracks.
Though Kian was hiding, it seemed she had caught wind of threatening magic energy.
Since they would be exposed if he stayed in hiding, Kian decided to escape from under the skirt and reveal himself quickly.
He materialized, enveloped in a black mist, in a posture that embraced the soft beauty from behind.
”──Christy, it’s been a while.”
”Uppyaaah!? Mmm!? Mmm! Mmm!?!?”
”Don’t scream like that. Someone might hear us.”
”Mmm! Mmm…, ──!?”
Christy, seeing the face of the pervert who covered her mouth, quickly stiffened her expression.
She thrashed violently and escaped Kian’s hold.
”Whoa!”
He skillfully caught the bucket and bottles of liquid that were about to fall to the ground.
In that moment, Christy glanced at Kian with a guilt-ridden expression and immediately dashed away like a rabbit.
However, there was a distance to the stairs.
Kian, having set down the bucket, caught up to her in a flash, grabbed her wrist, and cornered her against the wall in the hallway.
With a bang, he pushed her against the wall.
”Feh…!”
”Christy, this is harsh. Why are you running away from me? It’s always been like this, hasn’t it? If you’ve come to hate me, just say so. I can’t promise anything, but I might quietly back off.”
”N-no, that’s not it.”
The black-haired witch, now small in Kian’s embrace, spun her words clumsily.
”It’s not that I’ve come to hate you… I’ve done something terrible to you. I don’t deserve to converse like this.”
”You don’t need any qualifications to talk to me. Christy is my girl. When I get my hands on this land, I plan to take you as my wife.”
”────!”
Her carefully groomed, thin eyebrows shot up, and her sharp eyes widened in surprise.
Her thinly made-up lips trembled, and she bit her lip.
Her slender fingers grasped Kian’s chest, and her grip slowly loosened.
Christy turned her gaze away and said in a choked voice.
”I’m not worthy to be Kian’s wife. …I don’t want to die alone, so I lured you into this dangerous battlefield in your place, and I’ve just been hiding in the mansion, shaking. I’m such a cowardly woman, Kian shouldn’t take me as his wife…”
”So that’s why you were always scurrying away whenever I went to see Her Excellency?”
”……”
”Christy”
Kian gently tilted her chin up with his finger.
”What’s wrong with asking for help in a pinch? What’s wrong with wanting to die with the man you love? You were cornered at the time, so it’s understandable. Someone who would choose to die alongside Her Excellency Maribel at that moment and not hesitate is someone who is accustomed to battle, who has accepted death, and who is already dead while still living. You’re still young, talented, and have a future. You haven’t experienced much joy or happiness. It’s normal to not want to die.”
”…But”
”But nothing. I love you for all your weaknesses. …It’s okay. We both ended up surviving, and we gained the greatest honor. “
”────”
Christy wrinkled her face.
He pulled her into a tight embrace, holding her tightly.
He was enveloped in a wonderfully good smell and the soft pressure of her ample breasts against his.
(This is a serious moment. I need to be careful not to get a hard-on.)
”…What was Kian doing here?”
As she wiped her eyes with a handkerchief, Christy asked in a slightly hoarse voice.
Under the neatly trimmed bangs, the black eyes peering out did not have the air of a suspicious character.
It seemed they were purely pondering a question.
”I came to see you.”
”…That can’t be true. I know you came to deliver the letter.”
”And on the way, I decided to see you.”
”Lucretia said to send you back. Plus, this floor is off-limits to men. Only witches and noble ladies are allowed in.”
”……”
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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