City of Witches Chapter 229

An ordinary Witch would never have noticed.

No matter how powerful the magic power Siwoo emits during ejaculation, the music box's magic concealment effect is formidable.

Just as a massive stealth aircraft appears on radar as the size of a small bird, the emission of magic power inside the music box is reduced to a very small scale.

Even Tiferet wouldn't have sensed that wave if it hadn't been the apartment directly below.

But Eloa had a constitution extremely sensitive to magical noise, and above all, the distance was too close.

"What is this...?"

Eloa drew her Ceremonial Artifact, the 'Contract Sword.'

The Contract Sword, inscribed with twelve characters, revealed its brilliant form in the air in response to her call.

Despite various incidents, Tiferet fundamentally trusts Siwoo.

She surmises that even if he is connected to Ea, he is by no means on the side of a public enemy.

She had been thinking this with ironclad certainty.

Yet, this wavelength feels somewhat abnormal.

She felt the need to verify the truth of the matter.

"Contract."

Eloa did not hesitate.

Magical reflections began to shimmer in her magenta eyes.

She had opened the 'Light of Truth,' which sees through falsehood and lies.

Although Eloa could easily see through not just magical deception but even a one-meter-thick concrete wall, it was ineffective now.

As if blocked by a faint barrier, her vision was obstructed.

While she could peek into all the other surrounding houses, Siwoo's house alone showed nothing.

"......."

Of course, until recently, he had been in a very precarious position.

He was in a situation that could attract the interest of many Witches, a position where he had to devote far more effort to safety than an ordinary Exile.

It meant that preparing a simple concealment device was a necessity for survival.

But what if the concealment device he prepared manifested a level of concealment so high that it even blocked the Light of Truth?

Why hadn't he mentioned it until now?

Why, even after his status had been Publicly Attested, and even with Duke Tiferet living in the apartment directly below, was he trying to hide his every move with such a powerful concealment barrier?

Why, of all times, was he doing 'something' that would cause such a disturbance during the very hours Eloa was asleep?

In fact, it could be dismissed as not a big deal.

Perhaps Siwoo is just the type to be cautious about his safety.

Maybe he didn't tell Eloa because he didn't consider it that important.

The Eloa of old, more resolute, would have thought so.

"Calm down... calm down..."

But in an instant, the arrows sprouting in her heart all pointed toward suspicion.

Confirmation bias, making Siwoo seem suspicious, cast dark, shadowy doubts over her weakened heart.

No matter how good he is, no matter how trustworthy a man he is.

He is, after all, a man who possesses the Maiden's Loom and simultaneously became Raphi's Vessel.

She hasn't heard a clear explanation for that either.

Perhaps there was no room for complacency at all.

The thought that perhaps all this time he had been wearing a mask of kindness, hiding dark intentions behind it, sent a chilling shudder down her spine.

Eloa carefully opened the living room balcony window.

Below, a dizzying view spread out, but for her, who wouldn't suffer any injury from a fall from this height, there was no reason to fear.

-Thud!

Eloa, like a night cat, kicked off and clung to the upper-floor railing.

Through the blackout curtains, she could see inside the living room, but no presence or sound could be detected.

Eloa carefully opened the door without making a sound.

Fortunately, it wasn't locked, so as soon as she opened the screen, she could step inside.

-Whoooooosh!

Was it because the distance had closed?

The Wave of Magical Power felt much closer now.

Gripping her sword tightly, Eloa took step by careful step.

Two rooms.

One was open, so everything must be happening behind the closed door.

As Eloa slowly headed toward the room, concealing her footsteps, she felt her body pass through a very thin membrane.

It was the concealment barrier hiding all of this.

And the moment she passed through the concealment barrier...

The sounds resonating within the concealment barrier reached her ears.

"Kgh... ngh... huh... kgh... haa... haa..."

For a moment, Eloa's mind went blank.

It was the sound of a woman in distress.

Who the woman in this house was, was obvious.

Sharon Evergreen.

The problem was that the voice was groaning as if on the verge of death, like a wounded beast.

Was Siwoo, after all, hiding something?

If not, an attack?

There was no time for detailed contemplation.

Eloa, without further hesitation, opened the door.

The moment the closed door opened.

A wave of hot air, completely different from the living room's, rushed over her.

A thick scent of flesh, the smell of sweat, and an unidentifiable, fishy, salty body scent.

Hot air hit her face as if she had entered a sauna with high humidity.

"...Ah."

And then she saw it.

Naked Sharon was lying face down on the bed, squeezing out sweet moans like a beast in mating.

Her large breasts, drooping like lusciously ripe fruit, and beads of sweat covering her entire body were visible.

Behind her, Siwoo, similarly naked, was leaning over her as if mounting her, gripping Sharon's buttocks.

There was no doubt that the penis extending from between his thighs was deeply embedded in the woman's vagina.

"........"

"........"

Siwoo, catching his breath in the aftermath of ejaculation, slowly turned his head at the sudden presence.

His eyes met Eloa's wide, stunned gaze, and he froze stiffly.

"Haa... haa... Siwoo... my... Boji... does it taste good...?"

Sharon, still lost in an even more intense post-climax haze than Siwoo, hadn't yet noticed Eloa's presence.

She was whining in a sweet voice, acting coyly toward Siwoo.

All the suspicions and scenarios in Eloa's mind, having witnessed the entire scene, cleanly vanished.

Instead, her mind became a blank, white sheet of paper.

Even Duke Tiferet, who had staked her life on Magic, revenge, and subjugation, wasn't completely ignorant about relationships between men and women.

She knew that men and women roll around naked and have intercourse to make babies.

She also knew that even Witches, who cannot have babies, sometimes have intercourse for sexual pleasure.

But in her mind, the connection 'cohabitation of a man and a woman = a relationship involving intercourse' did not exist.

Therefore, when she infiltrated the house under the cover of the early morning darkness.I never imagined I would be confronted with such an embarrassing and awkward scene.

"......."

"......."

"What's up~ Why aren't you answering...?!"

When no answer came, Sharon turned to look, and Eloa came into her view as well.

Eloa, standing there with her mouth agape, the Contract Sword hanging limply from her hand, a look of utter shock on her face.

Time stopped simultaneously for all three of them.

Still, Eloa had the experience of having lived in this world for a long time.

Even when faced with this awkward and unsightly situation, she tried to step forward first to manage it.

She closed her indecently gaping mouth, put on a composed expression, and opened her mouth to speak.

"Carry on... with what you were doing... S-sorry for barging in like this... As you probably know... or perhaps you might not, but I have the ability to sense magic power... I, I felt a powerful magic power piercing through the concealment barrier, so I came to check..."

"......."

"......."

But the voice that actually came out was hushed, and the content was incoherent.

It was understandable, as Tiferet hadn't faced such an awkward situation in recent times.

For Eloa, awkward situations were usually 'enemies,' and she would crush them with force and power.

But could she really cut them down just because she was flustered, after repeatedly misunderstanding and even committing illegal trespassing?

Eloa, who was trying to organize her words as best she could to convey them, tightly closed her eyes.

It was proof that she had given up.

"...My apologies. I'm sorry."

Politely bowing her head, Eloa disappeared with quick footsteps.

-Click!

A moment later, the sound of the front door closing was heard.

The two people, still maintaining their centaur forms, just stared blankly at the door through which Eloa had disappeared for about five minutes.

A grand public reveal of a sex scene to welcome Duke Tiferet's surprise visit.

Following the public masturbation, then the public handjob, and having already been inoculated by the threesome experience with the Twins, this wasn't a particularly big deal for Siwoo.

However, it seemed the psychological shock was significant for Sharon's delicate heart, as this was her first experience of this kind.

"Sharon."

"Hold on, I'm writing my suicide note. Why?"

Sharon, half out of her mind, had put on her clothes and immediately sat down at the table, scribbling on a blank piece of paper.

Wondering what she was doing, it seemed she was seriously considering suicide and leaving a will.

Just earlier today, around lunchtime, she had excitedly run to Siwoo to beg for sex and ran into the Duke...

And now, at dawn the next day, she was caught in the act of having sex...

At this level, it was definitely either a solidly bad connection or some truly unfortunate curse at work.

"He probably won't make a big deal out of it. I'll go and have a little talk with him."

"No, I'm fine too. Anyway, by tomorrow, I won't be in this world anymore."

Sharon's voice was surprisingly calm.

That made it even scarier.

Isn't there a saying like that?

That humans who have accepted death become calm.

"Huh, huhuhu... .huhuhu...."

Moreover, Sharon, who had been diligently writing her suicide note, hunched forward and began to laugh.

It was a laugh Siwoo had never heard before, so it was quite horrifying.

"I've lost it, why did he come... Why on earth.... And, and do you know what I said...? 'Siwoo, does my pussy taste good?' she said... Ahahahah...."

Sharon, having half lost her mind, laughed with a hollow voice.

Ah, no wonder.

Her reaction wasn't normal for just being caught in a sex scene.

Unlike Siwoo, who was only caught naked, Sharon was caught as a set, including the lewd lines she used to hype up the mood.

Even if Siwoo had been caught saying something like 'Siwoo, whose cock is this?', the shock would have been greater than it was now.

Siwoo patted Sharon's shoulder.

"He probably thought it was cute. Even though he's someone who's experienced all sorts of things, having been through thick and thin."

"Cute?"

At Sharon's immediately sharp, piercing reaction, Siwoo promptly backed down.

"No, sorry. I was wrong to think that."

"This is a disaster... I'm seriously starting to hate the Duke.... Really, really, really!"

Sharon couldn't hold back and threw herself onto the bed, throwing a tantrum.

A long scream of 'Why does this only happen to me!' echoed like a refrain.

This is a judgment born from experience.

When a person is embarrassed with all their might, it's better for your mental health to just leave them be.

Siwoo patted Sharon's shoulder and said.

"Anyway, I'm going to go have a proper talk with him, so don't think bad thoughts and stay quiet."

"What are you going to say... Ah! I have a request! Absolutely! Tell him if he ever breathes a word of this, I'll die! Tell him I'll drop dead!"

"...He's not the type to spread that sort of thing in the first place. I'm just going to ask him to be more careful when coming up in the future."

"Uuuuuuu......I feel like dying... Ha... Really...."

Leaving behind the half-dead Sharon, after extracting a promise several times that she wouldn't kill herself, Siwoo went down the stairs.

"Hoo..."

If you slowly retrace what Duke Tiferet said by way of excuse, it would roughly be as follows:

She felt a powerful Wave of Magical Power strong enough to break through the music box's concealment effect.

Therefore, she came up to check.

Well, up to that point, Siwoo didn't have any major complaints.

After all, it was true that Siwoo hadn't been able to explain anything about his own condition.

The biggest problem was that an innocent victim, Sharon, had appeared, so it would be better to ask him to apologize to Sharon and explain the circumstances in detail.

-Knock knock

-Click

The door opened as if he had been waiting, right after the knock.

"...Come in."

Eloa awkwardly stepped back from the door and made way.

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This is Amelia Marigold, provided by user Haesseok...!

Whenever I see Amelia's Witch outfit, I believe I'm not the only one who wants to stick a finger into the diamond-shaped hole pierced near her chest.

She's really so pretty...! Look at that waist that seems like I could wrap my hands around it!

I'm leaving with tears of joy!!!

Author's Note (Author's Review)

I solemnly declare that I will diligently practice and reflect from now on.

I feel like I've been too lazy lately.