Chapter 1052 – #250_Pregnancy(4) – DeepL

#1046

1.
The parlor of the Zemernai mansion.

Eloah, Sharon, the twins, and Leroy are gathered.

The five lovers have gathered in response to Amelia’s summons, and they are somewhat taken aback by the suddenness of the call.

Amelia is no longer the back-and-forth, incommunicado witch she once was.
But she had never taken the initiative to request a meeting like this.

“What do you think is going on?”
“I don’t know. This has never happened before….”

While Sharon and Eloah were at a loss for words, the twins were eagerly pursuing their own line of reasoning.

“Don’t you see, this is exactly what it is?”
“A declaration of home.”

Reasonable reasoning.

Again, Amelia hadn’t been an active participant in this love fest.

She wasn’t absent when called, but she hadn’t convened it herself.

But this timing.
Taking this action at a time when she was single-handedly carrying her assistant’s baby is a clear sign of intent.

You’re trying to impress upon other well-meaning competitors that you’re in a dominant position.

As in.

“The associate professor is now in the sky.”
“I don’t think Miss Amelia is of that nature….”

“No, that’s because the Duke doesn’t know her!”
“If you’ve ever had to grade an assignment, you know what a bloodless character the Associate Professor is.”

My personal accumulation of being a secretive twin, combined with a sense of deprivation and envy, made my natural pointed voice come out.

“…….”

That’s when Amelia walked in.
The twin’s mouths, which had been spewing black slurs, fell open and they stared at Amelia.

Their poker faces were not going anywhere, so I couldn’t tell what they were thinking.

“…I don’t know what you’re thinking, Associate Professor.”
“The blonde has no expression.”
“Ms. Amelia, are you here?”
“Yes.”

Only Sharon noticed that she was stiffening a little and took her wrist to lead her away.

Amelia glanced around for a moment, then mentally organized what she was going to say.

If it had been her before, she would have been too lost in her own thoughts to look around.
For quite some time, Amelia had been self-centered in a bad way.

In fact, until yesterday, she couldn’t figure out why the twins had stormed out.

But after some reflection, she came up with a reason.

“As you all know, I became pregnant with Xiu’s child.”
“Is there anything wrong with his body?”
“They’re looking into it right now, but I’m going to have it no matter what.”

Nothing is set in stone.

Maybe childbirth is another form of anomalous succession.
If it is a witch’s birth that causes the baby in her womb to inherit Amelia’s stigma, then Amelia leaves.

Just as her teacher did, just as her teacher’s teacher did.

“But it’s all going to be okay, and I didn’t come here to tell you such dreary things.”

The twins and Sharon, whose thoughts hadn’t gotten that far, rolled their eyes.
They’d been so caught up in the big news that they’d missed the point.

“I have no intention of getting special treatment for having Xiu’s baby, and I have no ambition to win his heart.”

After gathering her thoughts, Amelia spoke her truth.

“I’m not good enough.”

She was trapped in her own world.
She mistook self-righteousness and stubbornness for willpower and conviction, and believed that distancing herself from others was the way to protect herself.

His inability to recognize his feelings of love kept him in bad relationships and prevented him from sharing his true feelings even when they were together.

“There’s still so much I don’t know, so many things I’m not good at.”

Therefore, it is also strange and embarrassing to be honest about one’s weaknesses like this.
There’s a creeping feeling that you’re doing something terrible, that you’re being frivolous, that you shouldn’t be.

But Amelia knows now.

There’s no shame in leaning on others.
That having people around you that you can trust and rely on is stronger than any magnetic spell.

“Even if I could hold this child in my arms, I wouldn’t be a good mother on my own, and I need you to help me.”

Amelia bowed her head.

“Please.”

Lerouet shook his head in satisfaction.

“Hmph, knowing your shortcomings. Growth comes from there. Co-parenting is common in the witching world, after all. Jim’s teacher was aided by Dorothy. Jim will be an excellent role model for the baby.”

Amelia’s head snapped up as the twins and Odo rushed over, legs crossed and arms outstretched, ready for battle.

“Associate Professor, keep your head up.”
“Nothing’s going to happen, it’s okay.”

The twins have been scared of Amelia and keep her in check, but they don’t want her to disappear.
It’s better if she stays the scary associate professor she is now.

“Sorry I’m late. Congratulations, Ms. Amelia.”

Eloa and Sharon joined in, giving Amelia a warm hug.

Afterward, drinks were poured.
Amelia was bombarded with questions as she held a glass of water instead of alcohol.

“When did you do this?”
“Why don’t you tell me how you did it, maybe there’s a trick in there?”
“Rain, a trick?”
“Yes, like body position and time.”

“Odette, you can’t ask questions like that!”
“Sharon, aren’t we supposed to be talking openly, and we’ve been drinking anyway!”

“Ho-ho, magical realization through certain actions, don’t you think, pinkhead?”
“I see.”

Lelouch, who was sprawled out on the couch like a lazy fox, giggled and teased Amelia.
Eloa, too, dropped a bit of her usual dignity and joined in the teasing.

Amelia, of course, calculated the timing.

Amelia had been working at the perfume shop that day, when Xiu had burst in and subdued her in a raunchy skit.

“…Are you sure you want to hear this?”

Amelia, who was oblivious but strangely susceptible to the atmosphere, was soon dumbfounded.

She didn’t want to make a secret of her embarrassment when she was about to get a lot of help anyway.

Besides, weren’t the people here all Xiu’s lovers, not strangers?

“That was script #109- ‘The janitor who barged into the workplace’-….”
“……?”

Everyone but Sharon scratched their heads at the word ‘skit’ that appeared out of nowhere.

Sensing NG, Director Sharon shook her head repeatedly, but unfortunately, Amelia, who hung her head in shame, didn’t see it.

“I did it in a storefront, where you never know when a customer might walk in.”
“Oh, my God.”
“No, did you do it in that perfumer’s shop in that, uh, mallcute gallery?”
“…Yeah.”

Isn’t that a really high-traffic place?

No matter how much they drew the curtains and locked the door, a thin curtain was the only thing separating them from the glass-fronted perfumer’s shop.

The Leroux twins have seen Amelia’s daring play before, and Sharon has even participated in it herself.
But Eloa was stunned.

She hadn’t expected Amelia, who seemed so quiet, to take such a radical step.

“By the way, Miss Amelia, what is this script?”
“Oh…. I just happened to have it in my gym bag.”

But out of respect for Amelia’s honesty in answering an embarrassing question, Eloa slyly tried to change the subject and….
It was a handshake.

“Excuse me, Miss Amelia?”
“Yes?”
“You don’t have to show me….”
“Oh, that’s okay, Ms. Sharon.”

Amelia smiled brightly at Sharon’s protests.
I interpreted her smile as ‘Are you sure it’s okay to reveal such important information?

No, it’s not okay….
Before Sharon can say anything else, a thick stack of papers is placed on the table.

“Hmmmm, this is the script.”

Amelia snorted with the smugness and pride of a craftsman unveiling his ego-laden masterpiece for the first time.

Sharon groaned, forehead pressed against the irreversible disaster.

Amelia doggedly pitched her script to the interested Eloah and the triplets.

“You know, situation comedies are often difficult.”
“Isn’t it?”
“Yeah.”

Both the triplets and Eloah had done it.
Eloah, in particular, often enjoyed playing the role of the priest.

“A lot of times, it’s hard to be immersed when you’re faced with unexpected variables, and it’s hard to be immersed when you’re faced with unexpected variables, and it’s all because there’s no roadmap.”

-Charles

Amelia flipped through her script as skillfully as a casino dealer.
Amelia’s handwriting is as precise as a biblical manuscript, but the story is actually quite simple.

“Originally, it was just a brief situational setup, but I developed it by analyzing Xiu’s favorite lines and situations, setting up things like must-say lines and timing.”
“Uh… well, I see.”

The research is evident on every page.
It’s underlined and annotated like a hardworking actor’s script, with notes on which emotional lines to hit.

“It’s all about feedback,” he says, “and if I script it this carefully, I’ll be able to see every detail of Xiu’s reactions, ad-libs, and responses, and I’ll be able to use them to write the next script.”

Four pairs of eyes dart frantically around the room, except for Sharon, who has wrapped her arms around her head and unobtrusively plugged her ears.
It was like watching a derailed train hurtle toward a cliff.

“Okay, let me give you an example, because one of Xiu’s favorite points is ‘pretending to be strong but eventually giving in,’ and if you apply that to a line…. Ah, here’s a great example!”
“Boo, Associate Professor.”

“Okay, so here’s the scene where he’s kneeling down and giving her that… blow job, and then he looks up with a piercing look in his eyes, and he’s like, ‘I don’t want to do this shit, even if I’m dead,’ and for reference, he likes to have drool.”
“…….”

It’s a pretty manly confession.
The twins wanted to say, “That’s enough!” and even Leroux, who can’t seem to keep a straight face, was appalled.

But none of them could speak in front of Amelia, who continued her explanation with an embarrassed but proud expression of having been of some use.

Such innocence, such a different kind of innocence.
There’s something about Amelia that makes you feel bad for stopping her.

As they glanced at each other, spinning bombs like “You stop me,” “I can’t do it, you do it,” she looked hopefully at one person.

The one person who seemed to be the only one who could save the day.

“Ms. Amelia.”
“Yes.”

As if on cue, Eloa interrupted Amelia in the middle of her excited explanation.

The four of them swallowed hard.
If only the Duke of Tifferet, with all his tenderness and unyielding strength, could calm this situation.

“…Would you be willing to share your secrets with me?”
“Of course! I’ll write it down for you.”

Amelia grinned again.