I'm in Type-Moon, how can I let you bully me?

"Why hasn't Sisyphus come to me yet? Doesn't he know that I'm angry? Doesn't he care that I'm angry? Doesn't he know that if he comes to me, I will take the initiative to hug him?"

"This is the reason why Lord Sisyphus didn't look for you."

Medea said quietly.

Circe was a little dissatisfied: "How can a niece say that about her aunt?"

"How can an aunt steal the man her niece likes?"

Medea was not willing to be outdone. She puffed up her little face and stood up to Circe's elder aura with a resounding voice.

Circe suddenly withered again.

"You don't understand, Medea. You are still young. You can't control a man like Sisyphus."

"Why don't I understand!"

At this moment, the expression on Medea's face was more serious than ever.

She stood up, and the steam rising from the soup on the table seemed to cover her delicate face with a hazy veil.

For a moment, Circe ignored the girl's somewhat childish appearance.

Medea's tone was serious because she was making her feelings known.

"Lord Sisyphus and I love each other. I deeply understand this. Lord Sisyphus embraces all my love, even though some people think this love is a bit heavy. Lord Sisyphus also advises me to cherish what I have and not to sacrifice anything for love all the time... and there are many more..."

"In short, Sisyphus cherishes my love, and I want to give more love because of it."

"Me too!"

Circe's tone also became serious.

It was just that the words were not serious, which made Medea angry all of a sudden: "Aunt, how could you do this? I was speaking very seriously."

"I'm serious too..."

There was a hint of resentment in Circe's voice.

"Medea, you know, you have some potential to become a witch, while I'm simply called a witch. And a witch must find someone who has excellent qualities, can withstand the heavy and increasingly suffocating love of a witch, can tolerate the witch's willfulness and mood swings, and always maintain emotional stability."

"And he can even resist the witch's tactics and conquer her. How difficult is it to be a man who can flirt with each other and live happily together?"

The more Circe spoke, the more she felt she couldn't let go.

"Most men, after receiving the witch's love, would feel cheap because of this unconditional love, and thus look down on it. How could I let go of a man like Sisyphus who cherishes the witch's love, cherishes the witch herself, and is unwilling to let anyone sacrifice for love?"

"aunt!"

89. Medea, having made things worse, decided to resort to force (12/18)

"aunt!"

Realizing her own confession, Circe did not feel ashamed and retreat.

Instead, it made Circe realize that Sisyphus was a man she absolutely could not let go.

Medea gritted her teeth and almost shed tears.

How come it backfired...

With such inexplicable anger in her mind, Medea quickly served Circe a bowl of soup and placed it in front of her.

"I don't know what you're talking about! I'm not a witch..."

"Anyway, try my craft first!"

Faced with Medea's pretense of stupidity and her cordial invitation, Circe stared thoughtfully at the bowl of "seafood chowder" in front of her.

Suddenly, she sneered and said with interest.

"Medea, Medea! Do you think my medicine skills are inferior to yours?"

"..."

Medea whispered with a hint of guilt in her eyes.

"Aunt, I don't understand..."

"You do not understand?"

Circe pointed at the "seafood chowder" in front of her, frowned, and said with a grim expression.

"This is incredible! If my oatmeal porridge, 'Hugh's Porridge,' is something that makes people addicted, that makes them inseparable from it, that is, it is both a medicine and a poison, and also the food of the gods, then this..."

"This so-called seafood chowder is supposed to make one's mind completely numb, plunging into a state of tranquility like a sage, without any ripples in the mind! You want your aunt to lose all ties of love!"

Circe's face grew darker and darker, and she reached out to grab Medea's ear.

"Well, Medea, you are a bad pig!"

"It was my aunt who provoked me first!"

Medea decisively dodged Circe's ear-pulling skill, moved left and right in front of the slightly small dining table, and fought back.

　"It was clearly me who was with Lord Sisyphus first! But my aunt has no shame..."

"Hehehe..." Circe laughed a few times strangely and then began to pounce. "Medea, it's time for your aunt to teach you a lesson!"

"Aunt, just drink it!"

Medea dodged in a panic with the wand in her hand, chattering non-stop.

"After all, Auntie is already so old, it's better not to think about love affairs anymore, isn't that good?"

"Medea!"

Circe, who was mentioned about the taboo, suddenly became anxious.

She took out her treasure - oatmeal, and was about to catch Medea and feed her.

"In that case, let me let you eat the oatmeal porridge made by my aunt first!"

"Let Auntie drink the soup I made first!"

"How dare you talk back! Even Sisyphus couldn't save you today!"

"Why wouldn't you dare? It's obviously because of my aunt that I can't see Lord Sisyphus!"

The more Medea thought about it, the angrier she became.

She obviously didn't care that Lord Sisyphus was hiding something from her...

Well, actually I do care a little.

But Medea asked herself, it is not unbearable, as long as she can be alone with Lord Sisyphus.

alone!

When so many girls left because of this incident, Medea felt that this was an opportunity to take advantage of the situation...

Well, anyway, this is a good opportunity to comfort Lord Sisyphus.

Just when she was about to put this idea into action, she was taken away by Circe.

Medea still remembered clearly what Circe said at that time.

"Medea, listen to me. You're still young. You don't know that if you stick to him like this, or if you stick to him even when he's in the wrong, you'll be looked down upon! Only by showing your own attitude can you make Sisyphus realize his mistake and make him cherish you more."

"Also, they're all gone. You're trying to take advantage of this opportunity to sneak in. Aren't you afraid that they'll team up and make you a dwarf first?"

Medea actually didn't care about the previous sentence.

After all, isn't it this good aunt of mine who is the one who is most inclined to "stick to her"?

What caught her attention was the latter sentence.

This is indeed dangerous...

In this way, Medea reluctantly followed Circe to live in this seaside mansion.

"It's not my fault!"

Circe put her hands on her hips and said dissatisfiedly.

"Am I wrong? If you stick to me like this, you'll be looked down upon! A girl should be reserved! She should be noble and elegant, and cherish herself!"

"Wasn't it my aunt who was the most enthusiastic before?"

In response to Medea's question, Circe remained unfazed and confidently replied, "It was precisely because this method didn't work that I learned from my mistakes and realized that Sisyphus was not such a superficial person. That's why I changed my strategy!"

A look of contempt appeared in Medea's pupils.

"Aunt, you should drink the soup."

"Medea, you should have some porridge too."

"What soup? What porridge?"

It was a familiar voice that Medea could never forget, sounding outside the window.

Medea was pleasantly surprised to see the familiar figure outside the restaurant window, standing there like a dream with the smile she missed.

"Lord Sisyphus..."

Just as she was about to jog over and tell him about her emotions during this period, she saw Circe flapping her wings and flying into Russell's arms.

"Sisyphus!!! I missed you so much!"

"..."

Watching the scene with deep eyes, Medea had already raised the magic wand in her hand.

She was completely angry.

Her aunt was just here giving her some moral lectures, saying that girls shouldn't be too enthusiastic and shouldn't get too close to others.

And they say that Lord Sisyphus can't control himself...

As a result, in the blink of an eye, when he saw Lord Sisyphus, he pounced on him.

Where's the reservedness you promised? Where's the noble elegance you promised?

As promised, cherish yourself...

They're all kid's scams!

"Aunt! You are so bad!!!"

......

"pain!"

Circe, with tears in her eyes, touched the big bump on her head.

Russell held an ice pack in his hand and applied it to her wound.

He was also a little surprised.

Medea actually picked up her magic wand, but she didn't cast any magic. Instead, she used a "physical magic" on Circe.

tap!

Circe, with a big bump on her head, looked at herself and Medea with tears in her eyes.

"Tsk..."

Medea held the ointment in her hand and stuck out her tongue.

"It's all my fault, Auntie. However, for injuries like this, could you please let me use some healing magic on you?"

"Medea, you don't understand."

Even though she was hit by Medea, there was no resentment in Circe's tone. She just smiled foolishly, feeling the careful care of her head by Russell.

This is her escape route.jpg (X)

This is her love strategy!

90. The Witch's Unconditional Love Is Undoubtedly Worth Cherishing (13/18)

“Hey hey hey…”

Seeing Aunt Circe sitting on the chair, having her wounds soothed, shaking her head and giggling foolishly, and even unable to help shaking her legs in the air, how could Medea not understand?