Chapter 608 – #123_The Melancholy of Deneb (3)

#608

One.
The passionate love affair with Count Yesod was over.
After a hot time that didn’t even need an explanation, Count Yesod came out after washing his body and wearing only a gown.
As I was sitting by his window smoking a cigarette, he approached me with a pouty bite on his lips.

“Mr. Siwoo.”
“Yes, Count.”
“Look at this.”

Count Yesod turned around for a moment and looked up at the back of his bathrobe.
A resentful voice tickled my ear pleasantly with embarrassment.

“What are you going to do with this?”
“Ouch….”
“Ouch… Not! At this rate, I won’t be able to go to the bathhouse for a while!”

It was as she said.
A suspension dedicated to back-running that boasts outstanding charm even among Lucy Maman’s soft and fluffy body.
The count’s buttocks, reminiscent of the moon, were lined with red lines.

It all came about in the process of Siwoo slapping him to loosen his belt….
Looking at it in a sane state, it looks very painful.

“Sorry. I think I went too far.”
“It went too far. And look here too!”

Turning her body around, Lucy unbuttoned her front brush this time, revealing her soft, white breasts.
In the meantime, the many tooth marks on the chest like a white porcelain are also Siwoo’s work.

“I told you not to bite enough to leave marks!”

Count Yesod seemed angry on the outside, but Siu stopped laughing.
It was because Lucy’s lower lip, which had been pouting out as if it were unfair, was so swollen that it could no longer protrude.

Haha? Are you laughing now?”

Of course, if it was a serious protest, no matter how funny her expression was, she wouldn’t have burst out laughing.

However, as long as she knows that the process of scolding Siwoo after her relationship is an excuse intended to hide her shyness, she ends up thinking that it is somehow cute.

“That’s what the Count asked for, isn’t it?”

I pointed out the truth as if quietly teasing.
Lucy, who immediately became red hot, pats Siu’s chest to hide her embarrassment.

“Who! Who! When did I do that!”
“You asked me to kill and eat it until it left teeth marks.”
“I’ve never been like that before! Siwoo must have listened on his own because he was excited! In the first place, we are catering to Siwoo’s taste like this…. It’s really embarrassing when it comes out like this.”

However, it seems that today’s Count had no intention of admitting his taste honestly.
He had no intention of winning, so he declared surrender and immediately apologized.

“Should I make amends?”
“… Siwoo, people are getting more and more sly. Isn’t it gradually becoming like a pervert…. Where did the model young man I knew go?”
“I mean….”

The last one was a sharp point that made me laugh out loud.

Like Count Yesod, did he belatedly open his eyes to a new taste?
Even if he recalled his relationship with Leruhe and Dorothy, it was an act he would never have asked for or done in the past.

“I’m a mature and easy-going listener, so I’ll accept it as much as I like, but if I treat other girls that way, I’ll be hated.”
“I will be careful.”

After some small talk, we had a conversation about research.
In any case, the biggest purpose of having a relationship with Count Yesod was to open a new paradigm of succession.

“While Siwoo was gone, we made quite a bit of progress. A new succession law.”
“Really?”
“Didn’t I mention that perfect copying is impossible and only transplantation is possible due to the mechanism?”
“Yes, I remember.”
“I also had a pretty blueprint for the methodology.”

I already knew that the stigma transplant using Siwoo’s characteristics was actually close to organ transplantation.
So, the treatment method Lucy talks about is ‘how to cut and attach it’.

She took out her notebook and skillfully began drawing out her magic ceremony.

“This is the most stable method at this point.”

What Count Yesod drew was a syringe.
It is not really a drawing of a syringe, but a rough interpretation of the magical action means that it takes the form of a syringe.
Yesod is an authority on station master magic, and Siwoo is about the level of an undergraduate student who needs to hit it well, but it’s still a bit of a magic jjambab.

Looking at the half-understandable paper, I immediately remembered something.

“No way…. Wouldn’t it be?”
“Siwoo-san, your prediction will be correct.”

The same conclusion no matter how many times I review it, thinking, ‘It’s not A’.
I wonder if it was a bad joke, she looked at her expression, but she wasn’t disturbed at all.

“A sequence of three stages is repeated. I’m going to split the magnetic magic of my brand first.”

There is only one magic that Siwoo is copying, and rather than taking a perfectly fragmented one, he copies it in a pretty messy way.
It’s like cutting a brownie with a fork and lifting it.

Before that, Lucy makes sure the splitting of her magnetism magic induces the correct pieces to fall apart.
It is to cut the brownie into regular shapes before lifting it with a fork.

“Then I pack it so that the magic copied from Siwoo’s child doesn’t settle down.”

Only one spell can be duplicated per witch.
If you settle down in Ain, you will no longer be able to bring magic, like a cormorant with a full stomach.

It was also a safety measure that blocked it from the root and at the same time allowed the stigma to be transmitted intact without alteration.

“Finally…. Unpack the packed magic on Diana’s child. You should do this about 12 times.”

She said it in a very metaphorical way, but put it very simply and concisely:

Yesod mother-daughter rice bowl with Lucy, who boasts the dignity of an elegant lady, and Diana, who shows the audacity of an aristocratic lady.
That’s 12 times in total.

My head was dizzy.

“Count Yesod. I’m really sorry. But did I understand correctly?”
“If Siwoo is having rather embarrassing imaginations…. It will fit.”

It really does look right.

“Why do we need to connect directly? Interlocking through resonance seems to be sufficient.”
“Direct transmission is the safest. Resonance may cause noise or the packing itself may come off.”

As it is nothing other than the transmission of the stigma, the desire to be cautious is understandable.

Still mother and daughter in the same bed?
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t attracted to you as a man, but I wonder if this is really true.

But in Count Yesod’s eyes, he didn’t even seem aware that he was talking about embarrassing conversations.

When talking about her daughter, she is a mother who becomes infinitely serious.
In front of her like that, it would be rather rude if Siwoo reacted like ‘Ah, no matter how much, this isn’t it’.

“Are you sure?”
“It is still to the extent that I improvise the musical image. The methodology won’t change much, but the details have not been established at all. I wish I had at least one more sample.”
“If it’s a sample….”
“There is no guarantee that the process that occurs when Siwoo ejaculates is always constant. Former Baron Marigold said that even magic amplification does not occur at all. So….”

Even Count Yesod, who was engrossed in his studies, seemed a bit reluctant to ask for such a favor.

“If it is possible…. I want you to show me the scene with someone else in front of me. Is it okay if I ask you a favor?”
“Okay, let’s take a look.”
“Thank you, Mr. Siu.”

This is how the talk about research ended.
However, it seems that Count Yesod’s words are not over.

“Ah, Mr. Siwoo.”
“Yes.”
“How about seeing Diana’s face for the first time in a while on the way?”

To hear the explanation of the reason for the mother-daughter rice bowl and to see Diana’s face.
Wasn’t it right after she even had sloppy sex with Yesod Maman, who was like her mother?
It seems to be the most humble thing in the world.

The Count added as if persuasive, as if he understood that feeling.

“I think we need to get to know each other first…. It seems that Diana wants to apologize to Siwoo.”

There was no excuse for refusal, so I immediately headed for Diana.

2.
If Deneb is one of Siu’s lovers.
At least it would have been easily resolved if he had discussed it with Albireo.

You must have noticed that the relationship between Shin Si-woo, who inflicts sexual harassment close to violence, and Count Yesod, who cannot resist, is not a product of blackmail, but a consensual SM play.

Unfortunately, Deneb was determined to resolve the issue on his own.
Also, until Deneb had a relationship with Siu, she had lived a life worthy of an orthodox witch, so there was no reference to correct the error of her misunderstanding.

However, contrary to the misunderstanding, Deneb’s calculations were cool and quick.
Shin Si-woo’s crimes and criticism for him were put aside and his thoughts were organized.

I don’t know how that was possible, but if you think you can blackmail Count Yesod forever, it’s just an illusion.

He knows this because he has been working with various companies for a long time.
Count Yesod is quite resourceful and a businessman.

It is certain that one day they will find a gap and turn the situation around.

If that happens, the initiative of the situation will completely pass to Count Yesod, and from that point on, Deneb will have little room to intervene.
Therefore, Deneb must intervene before that.

First, stand between the two and mediate the situation.

The mediator who gets you out of an embarrassing situation is bound to have a fair say.
He planned to use the right to initiate a smooth agreement with Siwoo and ask for a leniency.

Of course, it was planned to compensate Count Yesod for a considerable level of damage separately.

What matters is time.
When the Count is in a difficult situation as much as possible.
When Siwoo’s atrocities don’t get worse as much as possible.
Reaching out a helping hand is a skill that can take the upper hand in negotiations.

When the judgment reached that point, Deneb immediately set up a dinner date with Count Yesod and went to his mansion.

“Oh, are you here?”
“Hello. Count Lucy.”
“Come on, sit down comfortably. I heard that he was coming suddenly, so I don’t think he’s dressed very well.”

A pre-prepared dining table.
Count Yesod, whose face somehow looked more polished than he had seen before, greeted Deneb with a smile.
It’s like eating a lot of healthy food.

I admire you from the bottom of my heart.
If something similar had happened to Deneb, he wouldn’t have been able to hide it so calmly.

At the same time, I felt skeptical about what I was about to do now.

No matter how much it is for Shin Si-woo, is this right?
Deneb, determined to be distracted, sat down and drank the wine first.

Deneb, who had been sitting in the seat for a while without saying anything, hardened her face.

“Are you worried about anything?”

Lucy looks at Deneb anxiously.

Deneb took out a piece of paper from his bosom and held it up.

I don’t know how Shin Si-woo is threatening Lucy, but she is a witch as well.

“No. There is nothing to worry about.”

It cannot be ruled out that there are prohibitions or monitoring devices in place to prevent disclosure.
Therefore, he pushed a note that had been taken so that it could be identified only by looking at it with the naked eye.

[If you are being threatened, let the hair below the left ear look natural now]

I took a step toward solving this problem.