The witch wants to survive
W. Flower Seed
“So, why did Your Majesty summon me so urgently?”
J-Hope asked, his eyes furrowed with affection, the teacup in front of him as if it were dessert. V confessed to him based on the plan he had first thought of, about magic. At first, he seemed to be thinking deeply, but soon he burst out laughing. V could not help but furrow his brows because he knew that the laughter he was laughing at wasn't genuinely funny.
But, it seems he knew in advance.
Everything V told him was not about him.That it's someone else's storyJ-Hope soon put down his teacup, rested his elbows on his knees, and intertwined his hands. It was obviously an arrogant gesture, but no one pointed it out. It was because there was hope. He believed he could fix Carcia.hope.
“Do you think I’m a fool, Your Majesty?”
“…What does that mean?”
J-Hope's smile still lingered. While wondering if anyone had noticed, V forced himself to maintain composure. And his efforts were worth it. To others, V appeared perfectly normal. But the problem was J-Hope Fidelio. The problem was that he was a magician, and that he possessed a penetrating insight.
J-Hope immediately picked up the teapot, which was neatly placed among several vases filled with crimson roses. It might have seemed like he was simply pouring tea into his own cup, but J-Hope was more meticulous than one might have imagined.
“I am the Lord of the Demon Tower. And half of my blood is that of the devil.”
“… …”
"It's inevitable that I'll be different from the previous Magic Tower Masters. I'm on a completely different level from them. But, like me—"
At J-Hope's touch, hot tea began to overflow from V's cup, which he hadn't even finished drinking half of.
“The fact that magic is overflowing from the body of someone else in this mansion, not you,Did you think I wouldn't notice?.”
At first, it was simply fun. When the letter from the infamous Duke of Prometheus, Vi, arrived at the Tower, I wondered what on earth this lofty lord had in mind. It was simply interesting, and amusing. That was all.
But, contrary to his expectation that he would give up quickly, he continued to send letters. Finally, on the day when the seven or eighth letter reached the magic tower, J-Hope decided to test his patience. On the day the tenth letter arrived, J-Hope's curiosity reached its peak. What on earth was he asking for that he had come all this way?
At first, he didn't think it was much of a request. If it seemed desperate, he'd probably grant it and collect a hefty reward. But that thought was instantly transformed the moment J-Hope stepped foot inside the duke's mansion. The magical power was abnormally unstable, and it flowed backwards. Nevertheless, J-Hope felt a vast magical energy that surpassed his own, and he changed his mind.
‘This isn’t the peacock’s magic, it’s a different color.’
And I was sure that Duke V Prometheus was hiding someone in this vast ducal palace.
“… …”
I knew she was strong, but I didn't think she could read the color of her magic. V was anxious that Karcia's presence would be revealed. She was strong enough, but Karcia wasn't Karcia anymore. If her identity was revealed, it was obvious that the same thing would happen again. So he couldn't speak carelessly. He'd rather have her lose her powers than see Karcia die again.
“What on earth are you hiding?”
“…What am I hiding?”
“The immense magical power that overflows in this mansion, and the fact that you, who was the witch’s dog known to everyone, did not go to see His Majesty the Emperor even after learning of her death.”
“… …”
“It seems to me that there are quite a few strange things.”
The empire's few remaining magical power holders, glaring at each other with such ferocious eyes as if they were about to kill each other, left Karen, who was standing guard, breathless. She wished someone would step forward and defuse the situation... Just as she was about to take a step forward, hoping to intervene, even if it was late,
Squeak, —
“Let me tell you.”
The door was opened by the witch who had taken over Carcia's body, or rather Camilla's.
"you are…"
The fierce glare turned gentle with Camilla's appearance. J-Hope immediately straightened his bent back, glancing back and forth between the Duke and Camilla. He was confused. Were the Duke and the Princess really this close? Before he could even come to a conclusion, V's urgent words burst out.
“Car, no… Camilla. Why on earth are you here?!?”
V, who had almost unconsciously called her "Carcia," quickly changed his tune. Normally, he would have noticed right away, but thankfully, he was so caught up in her presence that he didn't even bother to pay attention to V's words.
“Let me explain.”
“…Are you talking about the princess?”
“Yes, and… I’ll tell you everything Your Majesty the Tower wants to know.”
It was a rare sight. V went straight to Camilla and whispered urgently in a small voice, "No, that guy, Matapju, is not trustworthy. You shouldn't teach him everything." Unlike his worried expression, Camilla's expression remained unchanged, and she pulled V's arm away and whispered in a place where only they could hear.
“Don’t worry. Just trust me.”
"but…!!"
“I won’t lose a major game. Trust me, right?Taehyung.”
At the nickname "Taehyung-ah," V couldn't stop her any longer and left the living room. Leaning his head back against the closed door, V clenched his fists so tightly that his hands turned white behind his back. He hated it so much. It was like leaving her out, and it was like the two of them talking secretly together. Just thinking about the two of them talking through the door made him vomit, so he pressed the back of his hand to his lips.
My heart is pounding, ready to bursttime bombIt felt like.