Chapter 1134 – #269_Ownership and Non-Possession (3)

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As it happened, the conversation started in a serious mood.

Periwinkle brought out warm black tea, mixed it with plenty of brandy, and set the cup down in front of Siwoo.

“You know Mrashvich’s theory, right?”
“Sure.”

The Mrashvich theory is one of the basic theories used in most magic, and is a theory that there is a trade-off between the ‘power’ and ‘precision’ that a specific magic produces.

Let’s look at an example to make it easier.

Suppose you use a fire elemental spell with 100 magic attribute.
In this assumption, only the correlation between the three factors of magic attribute, power, and precision is considered independently.

At this time, if the flame is precisely controlled to create an elaborate flower shape, the ‘power’ of the flame is limited to 50.
Control and stability, or ‘precision’, are exchanged for 50 ‘power’.

On the other hand, let’s assume that this time, an explosion is caused with the same 100 magic attribute and only minimal control.

At this time, the ‘power’ of the explosion is close to 100.
However, control and stability, or ‘precision’, will be greatly reduced.

“Periwinkle has accepted this limitation for generations. Since it is a magic that deals with ambiguous concepts like luck, we decided to maximize its power instead of giving up control.”

The ‘Lucky Witches’ developed magic based on Mrashvich’s theory.

“So, instead of almost giving up control, I succeeded in replacing 100 magic attribute with 200 power.”

If Periwinkle had been a witch who controlled fire as an example, a terrible accident could have occurred that would have killed her by burning her body.

However, as it happened, the magic that the ‘Lucky Witch’ had little control over was just luck.

The luck of the lottery is that you cannot control whether you will win first or third place.
If you buy bonds or stocks, you cannot predict which of the two will be more successful.

Nevertheless, the ancestors always warned Cybele.

‘You have to be careful and be on guard.’
‘Master, is there really a need to be so serious? Well, if I become too rich, Duke Keter might get angry.’
‘It’s not just flames that burn the body.’
‘Stop nagging.’

Periwinkle continued, tapping the edge of her teacup.

“There is no way those words would reach the ears of a young apprentice witch. “Do you have any idea how much of an asshole I must have felt when she had just taken over?”
“It’s still quite… No.”

“This is a difficult story to tell about the past that I couldn’t hear even if I paid money. “You’re not talking about me?”
“Please continue.”

For Cybele Periwinkle, who had just taken over, this world was a playground.

During my time as an apprentice witch, trivial incidents such as ‘I had to take a subjective exam because I had to take pictures of all the questions and answer them correctly’ have become really trivial.

Her world and her destiny favored her.

“I raised money randomly. Everything turned out the way I wanted. If you invest, you get double the profit, and if you invest with the double profit, it becomes double again.

Her hobby was traveling, so she opened a hotel, which at the time became a banquet hall for celebrities, and built an image of a high-end brand. New York, Las Vegas, Monaco, Paris, London… “Has it become a landmark in the area?”

Even at that point, she had received quite a bit of wealth as her inheritance, but her aggressive investments resulted in enormous wealth.

‘Our teacher had a somewhat dark view of the world. So much so that I thought, ‘Why didn’t I do this easy thing?’

“My magic research has progressed steadily, and I have reached the level of a great witch 10 years after inheriting the stigma from my ancestors. “While other young witches are busy digesting the stigma they received from their ancestors.”

The four-leaf clover was created by Periwinkle when she entered the stage of becoming a great witch.
Just as Lydia controlled her thoughts with a gold coin, she has entered a state of controlling her luck with a totem called a four-leaf clover.

“The only drawback of the Lucky Witches of all time was that they lacked the means to protect themselves. She lived in hiding from everyone else. But what must it have been like to have obtained a lucky artifact that would allow one to avoid the fate of death? “I was the main character of the world.”

Now Periwinkle lived in this world as if it were her own home.

She calmly traveled to South and Central America, continents where other Gehenna witches could not dare to travel.

“We were attacked a few times, but they all turned out ‘somehow.’ “You’re a lucky witch, right?”

All misfortunes brushed aside Periwinkle like lies.

The trap of the public who had gathered to catch the Lucky Witch and make her a lucky totem was avoided thanks to a ‘coincidentally’ delayed flight.
The witch who approached me at the hotel and tried to give me a suspicious potion died after drinking the lye water I prepared due to an ‘accidental’ misunderstanding.
When she was kidnapped by three outcasts, infighting broke out among the conspirators and they killed each other, and Periwinkle walked out of prison on her own feet without a scratch.

“If I were to describe my personality and actions at that time in words… Hmm, I can’t express it in mild words.”

Once she becomes a great witch, she is treated as a VIP and revered wherever she goes.

But Periwinkle’s power, her money, and her arrogance of looking down on everything but herself made her alone, like another of her magnetic spells.

Even though he was smiling in front of me, he was busy bitching and belittling me behind his back.

“So what was I like?”
“Have you reflected?”
“No, not at all. “I thought these guys were ugly and jealous.”

Since there was no room for her reflection or guidance, the people around her, including her friends, her one-time lover, her teacher’s friend, etc., Turned their backs on her one by one.

Even the people who approached Periwinkle to take advantage of her good luck couldn’t bear it anymore and spat and left.

But there were also people who didn’t do that.

“Valentina Ruspel. She was a friend of mine who I had known since my days as an apprentice witch. “Even when everyone was tired of my viciousness and leaving, he didn’t care and stayed right next to me.”

At that time, the aristocratic culture of Gehenna was much more strict and divided into classes than it is now.
In some ways, it could be said that it was much more childish than it is now.

“Playing with an outcast meant being an outcast, but he was always there for me. Just because we are friends. A subject who cannot ignore even a single accusation of acting as a maid just to pick up crumbs…”

Valentina was a gentle witch who could not say harsh words to others, which was very rare among witches.
So much so that she was said to be very weak.

However, despite the criticism coming from those around her and the arrogant and rude comments that Peri Winkle often made, she always smiled as if she was embarrassed and kept coming closer.

Saying stupid things like, ‘But we’re still friends.’

“The people next to me were talking loudly and trying to rehabilitate me at all costs.”

Surprisingly, Valentina’s efforts touched Periwinkle’s heart.

She, who never listened to what others said, tried to be a little less arrogant, a little less conceited, and a little less poisoned.

Every time, Valentina smiled her characteristic harmless smile and complimented me by saying, ‘You’re a little better.’
Even Periwinkle, who found it absurd, eventually smiled and pretended to ignore it and was secretly pleased with her praise.

Objectively, Periwinkle was superior in rank, wealth, and ability, but the two became close like sisters.

They studied magic together, always drank together, and even took Valentina, who was shivering, on a tour of Central America, which she had always wanted to go to.

Then one day it happened.

‘Cybele, there is someone I would like to introduce to you.’
‘What?’

Valentina’s cheeks turned red and she introduced me to a man who she said was her lover.

A French naval officer, he was a tall and handsome man, and even at first glance, one could sense that he loved Valentina very much.

But that didn’t matter.

“Yeah, it didn’t matter.”

What Periwinkle felt was an indescribable desire for exclusivity.

If I were to express that feeling as close to one sentence as possible, it would be ‘What are you, trying to take away my most precious luck?’

Her ‘luck’, the only one who understood her and was with her.
Periwinkle had no desire to share it with anyone else.

‘Okay? That’s good. ‘I love you pretty.’

But he managed to pull himself together and give his blessing to the couple.

Fate will give Periwinkle good luck anyway.
Human life is short, and the moment when one’s appearance is beautiful is more fleeting than the moment when a red flower is in full bloom.

Periwinkle waited silently.

Until Valentina loses interest in him and they go back to having fun together like before.
Until Valentina comes back after her short fun.

But when 1 year, 3 years, 5 years, 10 years have passed.
Valentina got married to the human man.

Although Valentina’s attitude toward Perri Winkle did not change at all after starting her family, she could not help but gradually lose contact with Peri Winkle.

“It was a childish feeling. I was impatient and nervous. I wonder if we can never go back to those fun times. So, at some point, I was rationalizing it.”

Humans grow old and die.
Witches escape the mortal curse and live eternal life.

The love between these two is an imperfect relationship.

Valentina is just like Peri Winkle in the past, she is deluded and forgetting something important.

It was around this time that my long-standing worries took on a clear form.
Periwinkle secretly and sincerely hoped.

“I told her I wanted to have her all to myself.”

The disruptor has disappeared.

The man who was taken to the battlefield was torn to pieces by German stray bullets and became one of the many dead whose remains were never recovered.

To put it very cruelly.
That was luck.

Because in the end, Valentina came back.

“I tried to think like this. I was going to die someday anyway. Maybe it was a ‘coincidence’ that had nothing to do with my magic. Now that Valentina is by my side, she’s okay with it… Called.”

The two promised to go on a trip under the pretext of holding a funeral together and putting their minds together.

What Periwinkle faced after packing her luggage for her trip was Valentina, who had committed suicide, and her suicide note.

“She noticed.”

Valentina, who was close to Peri Winkle, left a note in her will speculating that it might have been someone’s “Good luck” That took the life of the man she loved.

Her suspicions turned into resentment, and resentment soon turned into hatred.

Valentina swore her revenge on her old friend Peri Winkle.

“I couldn’t be such a harsh friend. She eventually forgave me. “But I guess she couldn’t forgive herself after thinking about it like that.”

Valentina tried to kill her Periwinkle, but she did nothing and ended up taking her own life in disgust.

This too.
To put it very cruelly.
It was luck.

Then Peri Winkle looked around him.

At the time, I made huge profits by short selling.
I later came across an article about hundreds of thousands of people committing suicide due to the Great Depression.

It was a time when Periwinkle got his hands on a good artifact through fisherman’s wisdom.
She saw that several witches who had fought over the artifact had become immortal.

Periwinkle’s fate was already burning her body.
It’s just that it’s too late to realize it.

“Mr. Periwinkle.”

At that time, Siwoo stood up and carefully wiped Periwinkle’s tears.

“I will help you this time.”