Chapter 336 – #74_The Witch of Laziness

#334

One.
“I want to go home….”

Diana Yesod was depressed.
It’s been a week since I was punished by Count Yesod to go out in the morning and come back in the evening.
This is because the energy that was running out like crazy finally reached the bottom.

“Whew….”

Diana is not an unfilial daughter.
If her mother was so concerned.
If you have tears in your eyes, will you not be able to live up to even the slightest expectations as a child?

At first, Diana was also very excited.
During her first week, she spent as diligently as possible, snooping around Tarot Town and Ars Magna Town in her own way.
In other words, she didn’t just sit in a cafe and drink coffee or take a nap under a sunny tree.

Instead, she faithfully filled her time by going for walks, attending plays, and studying magic in the library.
When they go back to dinner in the evening and share their experiences of the day, the Count’s face looking at Diana with a happy and proud expression also became his own driving force.

But that too is now at its limit.
Diana wasn’t the type to be interested in being forced to do something she didn’t want to do.
Congenital lack of energy.
It was the limit of a loner type who was born with no passion and persistence.

“I want to go home….”

She doesn’t know how many times today, and if she counted it on a weekly basis, she would have complained hundreds of times, and Diana let out a sigh.

“What else do I have to do to pass the time….”

Yesterday, I went around the Taro Town market and looked at the daily necessities of the common people.
The other day she watched a dull and boring play at the theater.
It reminds me of theater, but to be honest, Gehenna’s plays are all boring and uninteresting.
This is because it was only a reconstruction of famous books that had been handed down from hundreds of years ago without any novel attempts.

Diana felt the weight of her parasol slung over her shoulders.
Her terrifying truth that she would have to hang out outside for as much as six hours from now weighed heavily on her heart.

If necessary, you can choose a place out of sight of people and take a nap before returning home.
In addition, Count Yesod told me a credit card that had no limit on use compared to the fact that he had expelled his daughter savagely.
Taking a room and lounging around is one of the options.

But it also made her mother sad.
Just as Lucy Yesod loved her Diana, so Diana loved her mother.
She made up her mind to live up to her mother’s expectations, but if she returns to the starting point again like this….

“Today, just one day… ? Ha….”

She catches her heart to keep getting weaker.
Conflict continued to follow like a tail.

Where can there be fun?
It would be nice to pass the time quickly if there is something stimulating and tempting.
Diana, who was pacing around like that, set her foot in Malkoot Gallery, which she decided to explore today.
There are many good cafes as it is the largest shopping street in Gehenna, and there are many things that might interest her witch.

“Like….”

To not disappoint her mom.
Today, I am going back after finishing a lot of various experiences!

A stylish cafe that catches Diana’s attention as she pursues her bold aspirations.
For Diana, she did not want to sit down.
It was obvious that if she sat down in a comfortable place, she would not be able to overcome her own laziness and would sit there all day.

She goes into a cafe and gets some rest.
Or,
Cums Around Hard To Please Her Mother

An inner conflict between two options.
However, Diana’s crimson gaze, rolling back and forth, caught the menu the witch was eating.

“Hmm, shall we just eat that?”

Diana sat down and tucked her beautiful gray hair behind her ears.
Her ears perked up at the happy party charging time.

2.
More time has passed than expected.
The seats here are really nice.
You can watch passers-by and witches, and the ice cream topped with sorbet made from liqueur is really excellent.
It was to the point where she felt rewarded after all the hard work she had been through.

But that doesn’t mean I don’t miss home.
Diana’s teacher, Lucy Yesod, is a noblewoman and witch who seems to have been painted in her paintings.
She is a strict witch who does not tolerate any dishonorable behavior or distraction.

Diana, who grew up under her mother, also values ​​her manners and elegance.
As long as Diana was the daughter of Countess Yesod, even if it was a secluded cafe where no one else could see her, she couldn’t look disheveled.

In order to do that, you have to be careful with her posture even when she sits in a neat posture with her back upright and eats.
That in itself was hard work and she was one of the reasons Diana hated being outside her house.
It didn’t matter if she was floating on the water like the drifting fallen leaves she used to take off her clothes if it was inside the house.
Diana, who was contemplating whether to give up now, heard the conversation of two witches next to her.

“Well did you hear that?”
“What is it?”
“A story about a male witch.”
“A male witch?”

Snap.
Diana’s nerves were all focused on her interesting material.

A male witch
It sounds oddly strange to her, but even Diana had heard about it.
It was rumored that she had a stigma on the male subject.

Most witches who first heard this news dismissed it as a rumor.
Even if she wasn’t, she wasn’t paying much attention.

It is the self-reflection magic of witches that is created over tens or even tens of generations.
It may be a little special in that it was made by a man, but it’s obvious that the level is obvious anyway.

In addition, since the person who became a hot potato went out to the present world, the witches who saw the reality in person were also counted on their hands.
Naturally, her interest faded, and Diana didn’t pay much attention either.

But after a while, the situation changed.
For the first time in Gehenna, men were issued formal passes and citizenship cards.

There are three people who have notarized there.
Agasa Sua, the head of the Gwanghwamun branch of Location Point.
Earl of Gehenna’s influential aristocrat, Gemanai.
Duke Tiphareth, respected as a feat hunter.

Each one was not an ordinary celebrity.

Wouldn’t it have proven its worth to the extent that such powerful witches would pay attention and stand a notary? It made me question.
Along with that, rumors of this and that followed her like a snowball.

It is said to be a decisive weapon in the great witch hunt created by Count Gemanai.
It would be impossible to become a male witch without the financial support of that level.

No, it was said that he was the lover of Duke Tiphareth.
I once saw the two of them occupying the same room at an inn in Border Town.

No, it was said that Duke Keter was a test subject who looked after him with his own hands.
There is also a story that Kether made him a disciple himself.

No, no, no.
The matrix of conjectures that follows.
Diana didn’t know how much to believe, but the important thing about her was that she was deeply interested in the conversations of the witches sitting next to her.

“Really? Do you have magnetic magic? Is that at least 10th level or higher?”
“So~ I also met a friend of mine a while ago.”
“Where can I meet you?”
“Hey, there’s a host bar at the end of the Malkut Gallery, and he’s working there.”

Host bar?
What is a host bar?
The conversation continued without waiting for the bewildered Diana.

“I heard that if you order a drink and use the bar, you have a chance to meet each other for 15 minutes. Shall we go too?”
“It sparks interest.”
“Anyway, just give me a few gold coins, so let’s go. Where else can I get an opportunity like this? He said he had to meet quickly because he had a long reservation.”
“Let’s go right now.”

The chattering witch gets up from her seat.
Diana hurriedly ate the rest of the ice cream, but without losing her dignity.

“Are you a male witch….”

There have been few men in history who can use magic.
He’s also amazed at the scandalous impostor who claimed to have created magnetic magic, but there were three of them.
He lied and paid the price even before he was scrutinized.

But if the rumors are true.
If he is the first male witch.
It might be worth just getting to know them.
There is a horse with horns on its forehead, which was considered only a fantasy species, and it is also near the gallery, so there is no reason not to go and see it.

“Well….”

Diana frowned.
She wasn’t bothered.
As soon as she recalled the existence of the witch she didn’t even know her face, a strange feeling of rejection gnawed in her chest.

To sum up the source of her refusal in one word, it was as follows.
Do men like magic?

Magic is a sacred and noble realm.
Diana understands her beauty and subtlety.
The more the science of magic digs, the deeper and grander the unknown spreads out, at least on one side.
But what about men doing it?

She’s been like her mother ever since.

At her bedside before she goes to bed.

‘All men are short-lived creatures, so don’t even come close to them! If you open your mouth, they will lie and try to roast you!’

When eating together.

‘All men are wolves! My daughter’s pretty looks are all she wants to take advantage of! You must be very pretty and lovable!’

When bathing together.

‘There can be good men in the world! But the moment he approaches you, he won’t be a good guy! If there is a man who talks to you, tell her mother!’

Other than that, they talked nonstop, such as that marriage should be with the same witch, not with someone you love, and that men are inferior beings who can’t even handle magic.
Even though, as far as Diana knew, she had been told that her mother had a lover, a human man, who was definitely in her childhood.

Anyway, because of such a biased education, Diana thought that men turned into wolves at night to prey on women until she was 11 years old.
And even when she was old enough to understand that her mother’s education was driven by her concern for her daughter, her implicit prejudice remained.

That such a sly and condescending man uses divine magic….
It violates the stereotypes that have been ingrained for a long time.

Therefore, Diana could not admit the existence of male witches in her heart.
She didn’t want to admit it.
She knows that such discriminatory thoughts are bad, so she just doesn’t express them.
That’s why I’m even more embarrassed.

“Once you check it, you will know.”

Although Diana has reached the height of cynicism, she possesses the most basic knowledge required of an apprentice witch.
It is an inquisitive mind that raises questions and tries to verify them.
Without it, no matter how talented Diana was, her succession preparations could not have been advanced by three years.

After Diana left her cafe, she immediately knocked on the door of the host bar.