## Chapter 1253 – ##01_Afterword (2)

#Afterword -02

1.
“Thank you, Lluellie. You saved me.”
“What could I have possibly done?”
“This little one is so fast… She’s getting faster every day, you know? At this rate, she’ll be faster than me soon.”

Amelia expressed her sincere gratitude to Lluellie for catching Malika, along with a bit of pride in her daughter.

There had been signs that Malika had a unique way of manipulating magic from the start, but her true talent began to manifest right after her first birthday.

The problem was that Malika wasn’t the type to lie in bed staring at a mobile like an indoor cat. She was a tomboy who loved running around the mountains and fields like Amelia in her younger days. On top of that, her talent bloomed in the area of telekinesis.

Telekinesis was the most intuitive and straightforward use of magic, which must have been the key.

Thanks to that, at a time when most mothers are worried about their babies picking up and eating bad things, Amelia was now chasing after Malika, who was breaking new records in human quadrupedal speed every day, with her skirt flying in the wind.

“Even if Malika is using great magic, shouldn’t you be able to catch her easily?”

Amelia, who had Malika bouncing on her lap, answered Lluellie’s question.

“I could at first… But lately, she’s getting faster and faster, and more importantly, she’s starting to resist my magic.”

At first, Malika’s capture difficulty wasn’t on the level of a Golden Snitch.

Her speed wasn’t as fast as it was now, and her direction changes were almost impossible. If Amelia interfered with her telekinesis or used a net-like barrier like Lluellie did to catch birds, she could easily capture her.

However, in less than a month, Malika’s growth curve followed an exponential function, and now she was finding gaps in Amelia’s magic, bypassing it, or even breaking through it to escape.

Of course, this was only possible because Amelia prioritized Malika’s safety above all else…

“Lately, I think she thinks it’s a game… She seems to enjoy it, so we play tag at least 16 times a day… I understand how hard my teacher must have had it, you know?”
“Ma…”
“What are you laughing at! You little rascal!”

Even though she said that, Amelia stroked Malika’s head, and Malika, who was getting sleepy, snuggled into her arms, whimpering.

Her mother was a great beauty, and Malika, who inherited only the best genes, was as cute as a French doll, making the mother and daughter look like a scene from a painting.

It was hard for Lluellie, who had come for advice, to bring up the topic.

But advice was advice.
As soon as Malika dozed off in the warm sunlight, Lluellie began.

“Amelia.”

Amelia was surprised.

As many already knew, Lluellie’s second-person address, except for her close twin friends and her aunt Dorothy, was usually determined by the color of the person’s hair.

Eloa = pink hair, Sharon = green hair.

As an exception, she used the titles “Big Master” for Albireo and “Little Master” for Deneb, but Amelia was always “Blonde Hair.”

This was the first time Lluellie had called Amelia by her name, not her witch name.

“Ahem, ahem, I have some advice to seek.”
“It seems so.”

Lluellie, who seemed awkward even after saying it herself, kept clearing her throat and avoiding eye contact, and Amelia smiled and replied.

“It’s a matter for just the two of us to discuss intimately.”
“What does it matter? Malika is still a baby.”
“Still, it’s a bit, you know.”
“……?”

While puzzled, Amelia added a soundproofing spell to Malika so that their conversation wouldn’t leak out.

“I… I want to do it with Siwoo… from behind.”

…At Lluellie’s next words, Amelia checked to make sure the spell was properly cast on Malika.
Fortunately, there were no mistakes.

“I would like to ask for your help.”

It wasn’t like it was a topic they couldn’t share.

They had already shared a bed several times on their honeymoon, and both were wives who loved the same man.

But she was a little hesitant about whether this was a topic to discuss in the bright light of day…

Because the bright light of the sun reminded her of embarrassing things.
Besides, even though she was asleep, Malika was still on her lap.

“Why me…”
“I thought you were the right person, Amelia.”
“Ah…”

Lluellie said that and then explained the situation.

She was beating around the bush, perhaps for the sake of saving face, but the gist was that she had already made a fuss with Siwoo, and it wasn’t easy for her to go back on her words and suggest having a relationship from behind.

But wait a minute.

Amelia replayed the situation.
And she found her heart pounding with excitement and elation.

It wasn’t because Amelia was a pervert who felt aroused by same-sex relationship advice.
It was because this was a request for advice.

Still don’t understand?

Even though the topic was a bit… it was a request for advice!

A request for advice that could only be received by those with heavenly-level interpersonal skills, the wisdom to see an event from multiple perspectives, and the unwavering trust of the client, like Sharon, Sophia, and Dorothy.

A huge test thrown in front of Amelia, who had been clumsy in various relationships and had been trying to acknowledge and overcome her shortcomings.

In other words, a monumental event (5 stars) that she had to successfully complete without betraying Lluellie’s expectations!

“Don’t worry, Lluellie. I will definitely. Perfectly. Help you.”
“Uh, um…? Th, thank you…”

A fierce spirit, as if changing the direction of the breeze, rose like a heat haze over Amelia’s petite shoulders.
Lluellie was taken aback by Amelia’s pressure, which seemed to visualize the word “enthusiasm.”

She was just planning to get a script, but was it going this far?

“I have a secret plan.”

Regardless of Lluellie’s bewilderment, Amelia Merrygold, the great writer of the Siwoo family who had been sealing her power since giving birth, had awakened.

2.
Even after the honeymoon, Siwoo’s daily life was not much different.

The current world, swept away by the witch war, was still chaotic, and there was still a long way to go in managing humans and the mystical.
On top of that, he was burdened with the duties of being the head of the massive Hesed Academy and the duke in charge of Gehenna’s affairs.

Nevertheless, Siwoo was able to leave work around 9 p.m. thanks to the full cooperation of the former Duke of Blanche Erelim, now the chief secretary.

“Thank you for today as well. I’m always grateful.”
“It’s nothing. Please feel free to leave it to me.”

Blanche immediately shook her head at Siwoo, who was putting on his coat and looking apologetic.

It was hard to get a sense of it because the lifespan of a witch was so unrealistic, but if you made sundae gukbap for 50 years, you would be called a master.
Moreover, Erelim’s ability to handle work, who had been in charge of the affairs of an organization for hundreds of years, was, to put it mildly, about 100 times that of Siwoo.

It wasn’t like Siwoo was slow at processing work either.

She also had some unresolved issues from the past, so he thought, ‘Isn’t this much of a workload just natural?’…
But that was only for a day or two.

The way she worked so devotedly, as if Siwoo was the only god, made him feel guilty about taking advantage of her to the bone.

She handled her work like a machine without showing any signs of difficulty, but that didn’t mean she was actually a machine.

It didn’t seem right as an employer to make her handle everything, even approving the budget for the garden landscaping.

So he prepared something.

“It seems like the head of the academy’s office will be moving soon.”
“I’ve already confirmed it. The furniture has also been ordered. But what’s the matter?”
“I feel like I’m making you suffer too much on your own. I’m going to increase the number of staff.”
“By staff, do you mean…?”
“There will be more staff stationed in the head of the academy’s office. Right now, you’re handling everything, even the trivial tasks, aren’t you?”

He was planning to expand the head of the academy’s office and assign a bunch of subordinates to Secretary Erelim.
This would give her some breathing room.

Siwoo was secretly hoping that the expressionless Blanche would at least twitch the corners of her mouth, but he was taken aback.

“……”

Her expressionless face, which seemed like she wouldn’t even bat an eye if the sky fell, was still the same, but the light in her eyes had just disappeared.

It was as if someone had turned off a light.

In the awkward silence, Siwoo also paused.
He wondered if he had committed some kind of offense.

For example, could this measure be perceived as a lack of trust?

“…I understand. Please go in.”
“Did I make a mistake?”
“No. Absolutely not. Please enjoy your happy married life.”
“If you tell me…”
“There is nothing.”

Watching Blanche, who was strangely deflated and scribbling with her pen after her curt reply, Siwoo was reminded that older witches were still difficult.

But he couldn’t delay any longer.
Today was his turn to spend a hot night with Lluellie.

Lluellie, who rarely urged him in their marital relationship, had even asked him not to be late today, so he had to make sure to be on time.

Perhaps because he was stressed lately, his libido had increased significantly.
He headed to the bedroom with a pounding heart, excited about how he would make the Sea Queen cry tonight.

“Lluellie, I’m here. I had a really rough day at work today.”

Siwoo, who opened the door expecting her to be there, was very flustered.

Lluellie was there.
But the way she looked was different from what he had expected.

Lluellie was kneeling on the bed with her hands tied behind her back.
Her clothes were torn in places.

Lluellie, who had been bowing her head in front of the dumbfounded Siwoo, raised her face.
Her eyes were fierce, like a captured beast.

“You have a lot of nerve. Did you think you could be forgiven for treating me like this?”
“……”
“You may defile my body, but you will never break my spirit!”

Siwoo, who was wondering what the heck was going on, was about to take a step back when he saw a script that someone had obviously placed on the side table.

“Ah.”

He cleared his throat and spoke.

“Heh heh heh, you’ve fallen into my trap. I’m looking forward to seeing how far your power will go.”
“How dare you!”

The title of the script, written in a familiar handwriting and style, was…
‘The Captured Queen and the Villain.’