Chapter 1123 – #267_Daily Life of the Magic Society(2) – DeepL

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Wherever girls gather, love stories sprout.
A girl is a girl at heart, and it’s no surprise that the next thing witches are interested in after magic is love.

The hottest topics in Gehenna’s social circles are set in stone, so it’s no surprise that a group of researchers from the Department of Fundamentals would be sharing a love story during a break from meals called tea time.

Xin Xiu and his lovers.

Generally, this kind of conversation was kept in the abstract.
Relying on the gossipy Dandelion or adding imagination to the rumors they heard.

The President’s lovers are all basically witches by default.
Add to that the legendary lineup of a sitting duke, a descendant of an old witch, an apprentice witch of Gehenna’s most prestigious families, and an untouchable.

They’re the high society of witches, the ones who are rumored but rarely met on a personal level.

But the researchers in the Department of Fundamentals are different.
With the exception of Linnaeus, most of them have come face-to-face with one another over the past few days, whether it’s over a meal or a chance encounter with one of the lovers coming and going from the Dean’s office.

There’s a lot of respect and admiration for the president, so it’s not just a matter of saying, “Oh, my God, he has so many lovers.

It’s about becoming an audience member of the president’s love story, empathizing with each of the lovers, and getting vicariously satisfied by doing virtuous deeds.

…It may seem shallow for a group of exquisitely beautiful researchers to enjoy vicarious satisfaction, but this is entirely due to the unparalleled status of Count Xin and President Xiu.

“I think Ms. Lin is the best after all.”
“That’s right, at first I thought she’d be a terrifying person based on the rumors, but she’s a good cook and….”
“Isn’t she the epitome of what it means to be an oriental aristocrat? Dressed in traditional clothing that’s uncomfortable to walk in every day, and she can cook?”
“She’s still Mrs. Rinne, even if you can’t see her these days.”

Rinne, the first newcomer to the Basic Department, was highly regarded.

It can be said that her characteristic sharp eyes and bluntness melted like cotton candy when she stood in front of the chairman.

“I’d say you’re a little bit of a wildcat.”
“I’m dark-haired too, does that make me more appealing?”

A senior researcher, sipping black tea with a dash of brandy, an approved drug at the Hessian Society, spoke up.

“Oh, yes. I actually ran into Linnaeus coming out of the president’s office a while ago.”

Alcohol consumption during work breaks.
It’s a glimpse of the benevolent president’s virtues.

“But you know what…. She came out looking like a raspberry, and her eyes were glazed over.”

Anyway, a little bit of booze was enough to add a bit of a 19th-century twist to the tantalizing love story.

“What?!”
“Is that true?”
“I mean, did you two do that, like, in the president’s office?”
“Well, the president’s office is practically the president’s quarters…. So it must be true, right?!”

And since witches are usually a bit older than girls, they liked romances with such 19 elements even more.

Excited by the enthusiastic response, the lead researcher elaborated on my sighting.

“That’s right, that’s exactly it! A kitten drunk on dogwood. He was just staggering around, and with every step he took, he gave a little snort.”

“Wow…. Well, the president is in good shape…. You’ve got some serious biceps.”
“Hey, you think being in shape means you have virility?”
“Yeah, but how many wives does he have? Doesn’t that mean he’s good enough to satisfy them all? He’s spiritual and he’s very disciplined.”

The researchers thought of the naked president.
And then they remembered Linnaeus in his arms.

The group of researchers swallowed their saliva in unison.
All of them unknowingly remembered the hot intimacy between Mrs. Linnaeus and the president.

For some reason, everyone is sitting with their thighs together.

To break the unnecessarily lascivious mood, the next topic of conversation was Leroy, who served a course meal of fresh seafood that had been flown in that day.

“So, the Witch of the Deep was a real surprise.”
“Yeah, I heard that Nukelabi was really scary.”

“Ah…. I’d like to eat that sea cucumber again.”
“I had a palm-sized steamed anchovy….”

Although she wasn’t a particularly good cook because she stuck to the recipe, she was well-received by the researchers because the ingredients were perfectly fresh in the 9-dollar seafood dishes.

Being the descendant of a mysterious old witch, the researchers found her more difficult than Linnaeus at first.

Rumors of her drowning several members of the Lehar group, as well as eyewitness accounts of her overwhelming power during the flood, added to the psychological distance.

Her tone of voice was also high-pressure, with words like “burden,” “doda,” and “inira”.

However, up close, Leroue Nukelabi was actually a very cute and common sense queen.

“She’s cute because she has a unique worldview. She’s cute because she’s not a hermit.”
“She plays well with the Young Ladies Club babies. She’s got a good heart.”

“But isn’t she really Dean Sharon?”
“Oh, the Witch of Uranium?”

As if on cue, Daphne, an assistant researcher, quickly changes the subject.
For the record, Daphne’s original pick was Sharon Evergreen.

“She’s so bubbly and cheerful, and I ran into her in the hallway the other day and she remembered my name.”
“Exactly, she basically doesn’t have the authoritarian vibe that you’d expect from a high witch. She feels really comfortable to be around.”
“I wish I had a girlfriend like you, Sharon….”
“What? Sister? You have to have a conscience. You must be fifty years her senior.”
“Really?”

Although she didn’t pack a lunch, Sharon’s reputation in the lab was very high.
As the secretary to the president of the society, she was often in and out of the lab, and she made a good impression.

“She handles her work very well, and if the president is like a strict father, Sharon is like a loving mother.”
“Yeah, I’m sure she’s great at managing the society’s money.”

“And she’s in great shape… Oh, and speaking of shape, I can’t leave her out.”
“That’s right, Dean Dorothy.”

The flowing conversation continued to Dorothy.
Head of the Symbology Department of the Hessian Society.

A compositional witch who had recently assumed the position of damsel in distress in Count Sinciu’s heroic tales.

Dorothy hired some of Gehenna’s finest chefs to serve her formal meals, but that wasn’t the main topic of conversation.
Dorothy was a witch with many other things to note.

“So mysterious.”
“Yeah, with those chilly silver eyes and that weird, spooky vibe…”
“I’ve never seen anything so um…. I’ve never seen anything so huge. I thought I was glamorous, but I’ve lost my confidence….”
“I just want to be held once, I want to be held and made silly.”
“Before me, Dorothy-sama praised you as a cute kid~.”
“What?! Kaaaaaah!!! Really?!”

Dorothy’s body has been praised countless times.

Although she was basically a spirit body that embodied the ideal body, her I-cup maternity was a size that was unique even for witches who didn’t include breast size in their definition of female aesthetic beauty.

“But Dorothy…. Don’t you feel a little bit like a sadist, like you’d be an absolute femme fatale in bed?”
“Oh, no! You can’t say that!”
“But…. Something about looking at Mrs. Dorothy makes me want to be harassed….”

“I feel like she’s going to dominate the relationship with her incredible persona.”
“I don’t think she’d ever get out of line in front of the president, she’s got class.”
“Stop it!”

Everyone was saying, “Stop saying bad things!” but each of them was using their own imagination.

The president kneeling in front of a naked, cross-legged Dorothy and kissing the instep of her foot.
Dorothy Mamang scolds the president, who has a pained look on his face, saying, “You’re a very bad child, how did you get so big already?

“Oh, nosebleeds….”

Some of the witches quickly wiped their nose with their handkerchiefs.
As you can see, Dorothy has a strange following that is more than vicariously satisfied.

It was a conversation that, in spite of her best efforts, veered into the realm of the impure.
At least she could not speak so flippantly of one lover.

It wasn’t the prestigious twin sisters whose terrible three-course meals put the researchers to the test, nor was it the blond-haired perfumer who had gone from being a socialite to a mystical artist.

Arguably the most famous witch outside of the Witch of Creation.
Fancy pink hair and sparkling magenta eyes are her trademark.
If you’ve ever done anything naughty, the color pink is enough to get you in trouble.

Eloa Tiperet, Pink Duke of Gehenna.

Despite her painful memories, she refused to go down the wrong path, making a fortune and doing good for witches and humans alike, earning her the admiration and adoration of many witches.

It would be blasphemy to speak of the Duke of Tifferet’s love life in such a way…….

“Hmph….”
“Hmph….”

But humans are drawn to taboos.

Someone, at the point of a gun, crossed this line.
Someone has defied invisible social pressures to make a statement that everyone wants to hear.

“The Duke of Tifferet is more affectionate than you might think…! And surprisingly not so scary!”

The witches’ mouths watered, and by tacit agreement, Wadada unleashed the gossip she’d been hiding from them at tea time.

“Master and pupil’s love…. They’re not supposed to, but the Duke says they do…. Isn’t it romantic?”
“I am one with the Duke of Tiferet from today! Duke, you must be my consort!”

“I saw you two snuggling in the garden, and the Duke of Tifferet hugged me and rubbed his cheek against my chest… Kaaaaaah!!! It was so cute, it almost made my heart stop.”

“I saw it too, he’s just tugging at her clothes with his fingers and giving her kisses and just being a ball of adorableness!”

“I want to see it too ahhh!!!”

As the researchers shared their sightings, they made a stunning discovery.
More than half of the 25 people who hadn’t spoken up before had seen Eloa and Xiu snuggling.

Taken together, these sightings suggest that Eloa clings to Xiu like a separation anxiety rabbit that will die if left alone.

None other than the pink duke himself.

“Kaaaaaa!!! Peacock is cute!!!!”
“Outer cavity, inner cavity, peacock!!!”

The time when the cafeteria in the research building went crazy with facts that would be called garbage if submitted to the academic community.

Eloa, who was baking conch-shaped madeleines for a group of faculty members enjoying a tea party, overheard the chatter and fled in a huff, embarrassed by my story.

She turned to Xiu, who was taking a break in the president’s office, and asked him sternly.

“Xiu, didn’t I tell you that we should refrain from lovemaking outside?”
“What? Suddenly?”

Actually, it was Eloa who had stumbled upon Xiu in the Gnang garden and had come running like a tame rabbit, but Eloa, already embarrassed, couldn’t care less.

It was a chilling experience for Eloa, who, in the mood of the day, thought, “Why don’t I just do a little bit instead of taking it all off?” and further rationalized, “It’s thrilling as it is, and I’m sure Shiou will like it.

Anyway, the project was completed, albeit on a looser schedule than before.

And finally.
The day came to present the project to the Hessian Society.

A study on the complete restoration of the gate.
And the homunculus hunting rights project.