Volume 3 Chapter 19 Welcome To The Witch Dormitory! Ⅰ
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Maribel’s face, damp with sweat, stared blankly at her best friend, the witch.
Seeing Christy’s face, she seemed to relax and closed her eyes again, drifting into a shallow sleep.
”Kian, promise me you won’t get excited looking at Manon’s body.”
”I promise. I’m all about Christy.”
”Come on, don’t be stupid. Don’t say things like that in front of Manon!”
”She can’t hear us. She’s exhausted and sleeping.”
”…Ugh, fine. Look, if you’re going to examine her, just do it. I’ll get her to take off her clothes. Manon, I’ll move the blanket.”
As she spoke, Christy spread out bottles of medicine on the table.
Kian moved to the other side of the bed, out of the way, and looked down at Maribel.
”…Haa… haa…”
(This is—)
Maribel’s fine, golden bangs clung to her forehead, her eyes tightening in pain.
Her pale pink lips were slightly open, wet with saliva.
Her flat chest, covered in a white negligee, rose and fell rapidly.
She was sweating profusely, and through the fabric, he could see her pale pink nipples and the immature vertical lines of her lower abdomen.
The scent of a young girl’s body fat filled her nose.
”Don’t look at her like that.”
Christy glared at him once more before pulling up the golden-haired little girl’s negligee.
Her snow-white, slender legs, calf, knee, and thighs, closed inward, were gradually revealed.
”Mmm, ugh…”
Maribel, now in a mini-skirt, began to shiver.
As Christy lifted her hips, her plump white ass protruded and bounced, and in the blink of an eye, the fabric of the negligee fell away from her crotch.
The area between her legs was moist and red.
Her lower abdomen was so wet it smelled like urine.
Maribel’s vulva was just as it had always been, a beautiful, straight line.
But it seemed like the prepuce of her clitoris was slightly more exposed than before.
The fabric of the nightgown continues to be raised upwards, revealing the thin waist and navel, slightly bulging breasts and pink protrusions at the top.
Her arms were raised above her head so they could take off her clothes, leaving everything from the neck up hidden beneath the nightgown. Only her slender body from the neck down was exposed.
With her arms lifted, both her armpits and her pussy were in plain view.
The hollows beneath her arms were damp, and it almost felt like you could see white steam rising from them.
A sweet yet slightly sour, animalistic scent wafted up from her body.
”Ugh, this is tough… can’t get it off.”
As Christy tried to pull the fabric over her head, Maribel’s limp body swayed from side to side.
Her buttocks clenched slightly, and her hips lifted off the ground in resistance.
After a soft moan, goosebumps formed around her pink nipples, which were now erect.
Her chest rose and fell slowly in this state.
”Ugh!”
The nightgown slipped off smoothly.
Maribel was completely n*ked, with nothing else on.
A young, fair-haired girl lay there, her body drenched in sweat and utterly powerless.
Watching her erect nipples rise and fall with each breath, and the exposed labia between her open legs, he felt a rush of excitement as if uncovering the secrets of this noble girl.
The desire to smear aphrodisiac semen on the unconscious Maribel and turn her into a lewd bitch as soon as she woke up suddenly arose within him.
(This is a sin. It’s supposed to be a medical treatment, yet I’ve been fully erect for over 90 seconds now. If I don’t do something, I’ll climax without even touching myself. Oh, great Azrael, forgive me.)
’Stop with the pointless fantasies and touch her body already. Bring this one closer to her. If possible, position her so I can see the curse mark.’
(Understood.)
As he reached for her left nipple without hesitation, Christy glared at him, so he reluctantly moved his hand towards the curse mark of the owl on her right shoulder.
He wasn’t sure if it was safe to touch it, but feeling adventurous, he tapped it without hesitation.
Nothing happened.
’The curse mark hasn’t changed since I last saw it. Place your hand on her neck. I want to check her pulse and perspiration.’
(Should I count her pulse?)
’I’ll do it. You just focus on calming that shameless thing between your legs.’
(Sorry, sorry.)
’…Damn…’
It was rare for ‘Glasses’ to click her tongue in frustration.
He was just trying to be playful, but apparently, his humor was lost on this guy.
After waiting for a while, ‘Glasses’ suddenly spoke up.
’The symptoms, as mentioned earlier, are a significant reduction in life force due to resisting the cursed mark. If this continues, it will lead to a state of weakness and eventual death, but Tobal Cain has placed a safety mechanism on the cursed mark. Once her stamina drops below a certain threshold, the curse’s erosion will stop. From the pattern of the markings, it resembles the ancient Bride’s Mark. Though, it’s been heavily modified with his own unique concepts.”
(How do you break a Bride’s Mark? How is this version different from the original?)
’Like I said, there are only two ways: either kill Tobal Cain or threaten him into releasing the contract. The curse is tied directly to the princess’s very soul. Forcibly removing it would cause severe discomfort and lead to memory loss. She probably wouldn’t end up a vegetable, but there’s a real risk her personality could change completely. Best not to try it.’
The analysis from Glasses continued.
”The Bride’s Mark is one of the magics used by demons. Its effect is to strip the contractor of their free will and make them fall in love with the caster. In essence, it functions much like a magical contract. It was possible to endure the curse by consuming it or constantly deflecting it with powerful equipment. However, the true problem lay in the fact that the one cursing her wasn’t a magical contract—it was the princess herself. That made it far more difficult to deal with. This curse mark devoured both the surrounding magic power and the princess’s own, gradually showing her nightmares and hallucinations. Over time, it would reshape her mind into something… different. That said, compared to a demon’s contract, it was incomplete. To put it in simpler terms, it lacked the kind of spellwork that rewrites the fundamental ‘rules’ of the world. Instead, it was inscribed with an ancient magical language tied to the god Azrael, invoking his authority to punish lies. Hmph. So, they tried to compensate for the lack of force by adding that.’
(I have no idea what you’re talking about. Give it to me in three lines.)
’You can’t break the curse through normal means. The spellwork is cruder than a demon contract, but they patched it by invoking part of Azrael’s divine authority through ancient script. It’s sloppy—but with the current state of your gear, the spirits around you, the magic flow, and the ley lines, breaking it directly isn’t realistic. You’ll have to make Tobal Cain break the contract himself.’
(But if the conditions with equipment or ley lines are met, it’s possible to break it, right?)
’Yes. But if you try something that large-scale, Tobal Cain will know. The curse mark is an auto-activated type, but the connection—the pass—is still there. If you put enough strain on it, Tobal Cain will sense something’s wrong.’
(In the end, it seems that the only option is to confront Owl regarding the curse-breaking.)
’That’s it.’
(When will Maribel face the danger to her life?)
’For now, it’s just a matter of her feeling unwell, but it is written in the curse mark that she will fall into Tobal Cain’s hands upon reaching adulthood. Therefore, around her 15th birthday, the power of the curse mark will increase, and it will break her body and mind, transforming her into something else. In other words, the day before her 15th birthday will become the anniversary of her death.’
(There is still some time, huh… Hmm…)
In that case, he feels a bit sorry for Maribel, but he would like to request some time.
He does not want to head out to eliminate Owl in just his current state due to various circumstances.
’For the report you’re submitting to Lady Christina, go with Oswald’s files—Document Seven, page eighty-five, third line from the top. The section on ‘Vampire Markings’ should do. Point to that part while repeating my analysis word for word. If it’s Lady Christina, she’ll be convinced. As for the other witches… I can’t say.’
(Thank you for your kindness. You’re reliable, Talia.)
’────!?’
He could feel Glasses’ sharp intake of breath, almost as if she had physically gasped.
With a reaction that strong…
It pretty much confirmed it.
The person behind Glasses was, in all likelihood, Princess Talia herself—the same Talia Owl had once told him stories about.
Piece by piece, the true nature of this mysterious magic tool was beginning to come together.
”──Kian? How is it? Can we put on some clothes now? Staying like this might make her catch a cold.”
”Ah, I apologize. That’s enough already.”
”Okay.”
While Christy put on a nightgown and adjusted the blanket, he took document 7 from his pocket and opened to page 85.
He had been reading it occasionally in his spare time, so he was glad he had the actual document instead of just notes.
As he explained to Christy, she remained silent for a while, pondering over the materials.
However, just a few minutes after he finished explaining, she nodded several times.
”So this was ancient divine language, huh? It’s already been deciphered,” Owl mentioned, “after all, if Owl knows about it, then the people who are in the know must know too…”
”What do you think? If this doesn’t sit well with you, should we call in an expert?”
”We’ll decide that after we’ve had a chat with the Head Magician, Lucretia. There’s a cost involved in scouting and bringing in talent.”
Christy finished mixing the potion and then poured it into a bottle, setting it down on the table.
She likely intended to mix it with water for consumption later.
”I can see that you have a certain insight into the curse. So, how exactly do you propose we alleviate Manon’s symptoms?”
”By ingesting my semen orally, and thinly applying it to the vaginal entrance, or even doing an enema. This will allow her body to absorb my cells, turning her into a half ‘Blood Servant’, thereby strengthening her physique. Roughly speaking, it will increase resistance to the curse, and she won’t suddenly collapse. The difference in effectiveness depending on the method of ingestion can only be determined by trying, but I suspect oral ingestion might be the least effective.”
”…Turn into a ‘Blood Servant’, you say?”
”It’s a form of vampire magic that comes with a light charming effect and induces arousal towards me. But I promise I won’t manipulate her from behind and turn her into a puppet.”
”I know Kian wouldn’t do such a thing. But still, being told she’d be ‘Blood Servant’-ized…”
”…Christy…”
As Christy, with a difficult expression, was locked in a staredown, a thin voice suddenly echoed up from below.
It was Maribel, as one might expect.
She seemed a bit more relaxed as she slightly widened her eyes and looked at Kian.
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