Witch Circle 9 Transmigrated To Marry

Chapter 8

But no matter how long Kean delayed his bath time, he couldn't take a bath all day. After the bath Kean was invited to the second floor by Creone. Entering the study and the two of them sit face to face at Creone's desk.

"Either is it like being called the principal when I made a mess in the Magic Academy first." Inner Kean. But his assumptions made him even more tense. Especially Creone's smelly face.

Smell: like a poker face.

Creone spoke first seeing Kean saying nothing. "So, what is it?"

His deep voice made Kean aim. Although Kean had many enemies in his previous life, but no one had an aura as strong as Creone. If there were, then only the tyrant Emperor from the eastern part of the continent could. Because his hands were stained with the blood of many people.

Now Creone gave him the feeling of coming back face to face with Emperor Tyrant. Which is pretty rare.

Kean took a breath and exhaled, trying to calm down. Then he asked, "What does that mean?"

Creone then held a square object. Knock it a few times and turn around to show her. What Kean saw was himself casting a spell.

"Already done! Should I kill him to shut up?!" Although Kean's inner voice screamed, he didn't do it. In addition to Creone being nice to her, she also saved the trouble of staying away from the original body owner's family.

"Then can I ask you too? Why did I see you in the room the moment I opened my eyes?"

"Because it's my room." Creone's answer is not wrong at all.

"You think you're going to move rooms?"

"I never said that." This is also true.

So the problem was from the start he misunderstood!

"You haven't answered my question." Creone reminded without giving Kean free time to wail while covering his face with both hands.

Kean took Creone's left hand and cupped his hands together. Kean thought since he had already been exposed then he just needed to say it. "I'll confess."

Looking at Kean's serious gaze. Then looked at his hand which was surrounded by small palms. Creone felt her ears red and hot.

And his heart beat faster. There's one thing no one knows about him. Creone is actually a lover of love drama when he is tired of intrigue in the palace or battlefield.

Kean who stopped talking earlier continued, "But you have to keep it a secret from others. Make an appointment."

"okay." Creone answered unconsciously. Then he was made aware by the golden light from his hand. Kean's hand was exposed and displayed an emblem that Creone did not know was on the back of his hand. Then the light dimmed and came back again as if the emblem did not exist from the beginning.

"What was that?" Ask Creone cautiously. He did not expect to be deceived. If her subordinates knew she was tricked by the little beauty, the scene was like seeing the sun rising from the west.

"Soul Promise." Answer Kean.

"And if you break it...."

"What's going on?" Ask Creone.

"You're going to die."

The scene was silent for a moment. With Creone who thinks if it's true. But everything about Kean is mysterious. It made him unable to think of any answer.

And Kean was currently very satisfied since Soul Promise succeeded. Even though he feels a little guilty. But it is enough to frighten people so that those who have this mantra in their bodies do not speak the truth.

But he didn't expect this wouldn't work for Creone.

It's not the spell that didn't work. But Creone is so unafraid of death!

"Wait? Why?!"

"Because I can't verify it."

"Does it require you not to love your life?!"

Creone blinks uncomfortable. Although he was not afraid to die, he was very sad. Because if he dies he won't be able to retire early and enjoy life.

His temperament was formed due to military exercises since he was a child. His grandfather was a Marshal so he liked to train him. And hope he also achieves achievements in the military.

But this also made him harbor envy at the hot-blooded youth who liked to play around freely. Which he could not do because it had become his habit to organize things systematically. So he always got to do something important first.

However since he had a mental strength riot problem, he was not destined to live long. Which made him subconsciously also neglect his life. Since he could die at any time, it made no difference to die sooner.

Mental power riots refer to any Interstellar background novel. It cannot be cured unless the protagonist changes destiny.

Ups spoilers spilled wkwkwk

And Kean's words pierced right in his heart.

"Who doesn't want to live." Inner Creone.

Creone's mood is bad and he doesn't want to beat around the bush anymore.

"The answer is my question." Creone uses a command tone that cannot be rejected. And Kean felt the temperature of the room become colder for some reason.

Kean finally told it. By lying half if she gained magic power when she was 14. Of course he would not say if he was a dead soul and suddenly occupied the body of the original owner.

Otherwise he will be dissected!

And Creone seemed to believe it because his head nodded from time to time. Creone felt his speculation made more sense. Because of the information about Kean that he got, there was no information of his mother except the name. And no one knew when he had come to the imperial capital or gone.

There was only news of his death 15 years ago. This news is still kept secret. Perhaps no one is thinking of figuring out this information so that the information remains easily open to military authorities and still uses outdated and easily penetrable protocol systems.

"What can your magic do?" Ask Creone again.

"Make fire, ice, earth, wind, lightning and all sorts that are impossible as long as there is spiritual power." As the words flowed from his mouth, Kean's right hand held a demonstration. And since it was only a basic technique, he did not need to cast a spell at all and his actions were as smooth as flowing water.

"It seems that what you mentioned is offensive. How far is the range and impact?"

"My current magic might be able to reach our heights from below." Answer Kean while pointing at the window.

"That means it can be improved?" And Kean nodded at Creone's question.

Creone has no idea how big it can be improved. However he knew if this ability existed on the battlefield then it would be a striking existence due to the level of annihilation. After all, humans here in addition to physical and mental strength that become capital that can be obtained alone, the rest is hardware aka they depend on technology. Which is very inefficient and used to taking cover in fighter planes or Mecha.

But he also knew the danger to Kean. Because only Kean can do it, Kean will be abnormal in the eyes of the community. Creone also knows now why Kean asked her to keep it a secret. After all there was no shortage of hidden illegal laboratories in the empire.

Maybe even official institutions are also eager to learn it under the pretext of human development. While doing human research is illegal, as long as the authorities vote to approve it, anything can be hidden. Creone will keep it a secret, too.