Chapter 162 – #35_Friendship

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One.
“Whoa… Whoa… Whoo…!”

The fierce battle was over.
The shadow covering his body disappeared as if it were melting, and Siu collapsed.
His upper body, which continued to face the flames, was burnt and tingling as if he had been standing in the scorching sun all day.
Cheekbones pressed against the ground, muscles twitching as if they were about to break.
The overworked magic circuit and the throbbing feeling in his left eye.
After the fight, as soon as the adrenaline level in his blood went down, his whole body screamed.

“…Fuck… Did you get it done?”

Even thinking about it once again, it was an unbelievable spirited struggle.
To the extent that there was one more mad movie to play at the funeral.

Of course, in Siwoo’s judgment, ‘luck’ played a very important role in this victory.
Siwoo’s opponent, who can’t use anything in front of overwhelming magical power, was a slow starter by chance.
In addition, there was a long-range attack method that could dispel the start so that it could not even start.
On top of that, since he had already clashed with Sharon, he was an opponent that was attributable to some extent.

In particular, it goes without saying that Siwoo’s eyes had the greatest influence on Seungri.
I remember being told that magic warfare could be compared to chess.
Siwoo’s left eye, which can read the flow of magical power in such a magic battle, is no different than a cheat key that can predict the opponent’s next move.

In conclusion, it was only thanks to these eyes that I decided to keep pushing Della, easily dispelled her relay ceremony, and stopped Della’s two counterattacks at the last minute.

“…If this is enough, I will have to give it a name soon.”

I thought I should come up with a cool name.
Why aren’t there many things in Japanese manga?
Kaleidoscope machine, direct machine, things like that.

Did her brain ripen as her face matured?
Silent thoughts lingered.
Siwoo turned his body and lay on his back.

Haha…”

I feel like I’m going to die without adding a single lie.
Even with the aid of armor, he swung his sword full swing for nearly 20 minutes.
At the same time, he had to check Della’s magic power from time to time, and at the same time, he had to move her ribbon to destroy the magic circle floating in the air.
It seems that he used repeated amplification 30 times to replenish the mana that was constantly being sucked out.
No matter how strong a spiritual body is, if it is pushed to this level mentally and physically, it will overwhelm.

“Aww…! Sharon.”

Siu, who was wriggling on the floor like a caterpillar, barely got up.
Sharon is still lying on her pavement.
She had to be helped up before she could go back, and Della couldn’t leave her alone.
In some way, she might restore her magic and counterattack her.

“Sharon, hey!”

It can be seen that the barrier on the other side is slowly lifted and the destroyed things are restored as if they were regenerating in reverse.
In fact, rather than being restored, things that were originally copied disappear and it only seems that way to bring the original.
It doesn’t matter now.
Siwoo picked up Sharon, who was completely unconscious, and patted her on the cheek.
But no response

Is it because you have big breasts?
I was trying to raise only my upper body, but it felt so heavy that I struggled for a long time.
I heard Della’s groans as she flew to leader on the other side.

“Kuh…Kuh…”
“This.”

Siwoo walked in front of Della as if dragging her legs, holding the unconscious Sharon leaning against the wall of the tunnel.
Della struggled to open her eyes, her clothes disheveled from the floor.
She clutched at her side with a frown, as if her side hurt from being hit by her ribbon.
But I’m not very sorry.

“I won.”

Della, seeing Siwoo standing tall in front of her, hurriedly tried to step back from her.
However, it was only her will. For Della, who had exhausted all of her magical power and lost all of her physical strength, moving like a snail by a few centimeters was the limit.

“I… Lost… What do you want?”

The arrogant eyes lose confidence and tremble from side to side in her.
It was like a victim facing a serial killer.
Seeing the witch she barely managed to beat by luck was so afraid of her, she felt ashamed for nothing.

Siwoo is not a crazy murderer, let alone a public enemy, so how can he strike the last blow against an opponent who can’t even resist?
But I didn’t bother to explain.
It was because he wanted to make the conversation more comfortable if he was moderately scared.

“You said Della Radcliffe the witch, right?”
“…Baron….”
“Yes?”
“Baron Della Radcliffe…”

Della, who suddenly interjects and creeps in on her Baron, who hadn’t even introduced herself.
Siwoo, who was dumbfounded for a moment, grasped the intention.
It’s a subtle appeal, saying, ‘Since I’m a baron, if I treat you carelessly, you’ll get in trouble?’
Seeing her become a jjuguri like this from her prestige, she was a little funny and something exciting…

“Aha, it must have been the baron.”

It is fortunate that she is not a public figure.
She said that she would not take her life because she thought of the face of the Countess of Myrna, so the probability that she was a reckless outcast like Ea was low.
This created room for compromise.

“You asked what do you want?”
“Yes….”
“I have no intention of harming the baron in particular. But I want you to keep quiet about my existence.”

It’s good that she gets tired if she’s tossing around.
Since she couldn’t even shut her mouth by killing her, she wanted to find a suitable compromise.

“I will never, never say it. No matter how much I do, I have no intention of turning my back on the Jemonai family. The secret will be kept.”

Della felt so desperate that she spoke her words quickly.
From Della’s point of view, it was natural.
A man with a brand that suddenly appeared + magic composition and combat power specialized before the archwitch + the ring of the Zemanai family.

Already in Della’s head, Siwoo is a murder weapon created by a super-large project being carried out by Count Zemanai.
Or the count’s hunting dog, created to kill public enemies and homunculus.

I had no intention of spreading the truth anywhere.
Even for the Countess Jemonai, who doesn’t even care about trivial confrontations, the story will be different if the identity of the secret project being carried out is revealed.
No matter how much Della was, it was burdensome for her to openly turn her back on Albireo and the Deneb sisters.
Besides, now, in the name of maintaining secrecy, there is no way to know what to do.

“I don’t know if you feel bad about saying this. How can I believe that?”

On the other hand, Shi-woo, who is completely unaware of such delusions, has no collateral to trust Della.
If the count’s wrath was so frightening, you shouldn’t have started a battle in the first place.

“A contract… I will write a contract. A contract on Radcliffe’s honor not to reveal anything.”
“Well…..”

Casting a witch’s name in a witch’s society is by no means light.
It’s not like there’s anything magical about it.
However, to bet one’s own witch name accumulated over generations means that it is a heavy and serious promise.
Besides, if Della was a typical witch, and if it was an aristocrat, the meaning would be even heavier.
This is because during the five years of living in Gehenna, I see a witch’s name and promise come and go about three times.

“Yes, what. Then please write.”

It’s hard to stand up right now, and I feel like I’m going to vomit holding on to my mind any longer.
As soon as Siwoo’s permission was granted, Della hurriedly pulled out one of her business cards and began scrawling it in small print.
When I read it roughly, there was nothing special and the words that I would not reveal Siwoo’s identity in the name of Radcliffe and Della’s signature were written on it.
Siwoo also signed it and put it roughly in his pocket.

“Now… Can I go?”

Della asks in a crawling voice where she went, in an overbearing attitude from earlier.
Siu nodded and staggered to his feet, still holding onto his side.

“Oh, and.”

I almost forgot and didn’t say anything.
Dela, who had been walking with a limp, looked back at Siu, startled by her fear.

“I don’t know the details of what happened between the two of them. Don’t bother Sharon.”
“….Yes, got it.”

After the last conversation, Della quickly disappeared.

She then uses her coordinates to move because she is not confident that she will come back to her house after tying up Sharon who has lost her mind.
I secured her mana over three times and teleported her to the end of the operation with her head that did not work well as if it had been two nights.

I don’t remember anything after that.
She had left Sharon in her bed and fell over and lost her mind.

2.
“Turn it off…”

Siwoo opened his eyes with a strange moan.
The pain and headache that I still feel reminds me in an instant that the memory from earlier was not an illusion or a dream.
No, I think she woke up because of this rather than having a pang after waking up.
It was Sharon’s bedroom.

It is true that the spiritual body is incomparably stronger than the human body, but that does not mean that it can be rolled to the level of an adamantine Buddha.
When you feel tremendous fatigue, you fall asleep or pass out, but it is usually not easy to roll your body to that level.
This proves how desperate Siwoo’s struggle was.

“Eh?”

As soon as Siwoo got up, he could find warm nursing care.
A lukewarm towel placed on his forehead.
He fell down with his clothes on, but now his top is taken off and he becomes a spiritual body, revealing his naturally formed abs.
It seemed that Sharon had done this for her treatment.

“It’s hot…”

It’s not as red as before, but the upper body is still burning.
In particular, the face was stinging as if it had been covered with some kind of chemical agent.

-Click!

“Siw! Woke up?”

As soon as Sharon, who was opening the door and bringing her a water cup, saw Siwoo half-raised, she ran quickly.
It is fortunate that, unlike her previous appearance, when she was almost dying, she looks brisk as if she has recovered her stamina to some extent.

“Look at me, are you okay? Do you have any special pain?”

Sharon couldn’t even touch her because Siu was sick and was restless.
Tears of worry hang around her eyes.

“Uh, are you okay?”
“Ugh… Black… I’m sorry… I’m sorry…”

Siwoo, who was a bit embarrassed by the intense reaction, answered vaguely, and Sharon, who started to shed her tears as if a dam had burst.
Because she got into a fight with Della, she even got hurt.
Her feelings of guilt and regret resonate deeply in her heart.

“Because of me… Even you get hurt…”
“Hey, why are you embarrassed? When times are tough, we help each other.”
“Heh..Hehe… I’m sorry… I’m sorry…”
“Because it’s okay.”

I’m really fine.
It wasn’t that someone forced her, it was Siwoo’s own will.
Moreover, it was not a merciless defeat, but at the end of its own struggle, it won a victory full of achievement.
I understand, but I need to explain this.

“Is that Della?”
“Yeah… What did that bitch say to you? Other than being hurt, nothing bad happened, right?”
“Oh, that… Actually I won.”
“What?”

Sharon’s eyes widen.

“I hit it right with magic and I won. I also promised not to bother you in the future.”

Sharon, who had been looking at Siu with her mouth wide open for a while, suddenly hugged Siu.
Siu was in a sitting position and Sharon was in a standing position, so her entire face was buried in her soft breasts.
The volume of the E cup was indeed felt through her underwear.

“I know, yes yes… Believe me.”
“No, is it real?”
“Yeah, I really believe it.”

Sharon sobbed for a while, hugging Siwoo’s face to her chest and holding her tight.