After encouraging Chelsea to relax in her room for the rest of the day, I went to dinner room. Solomon was sitting down to eat, but the breakfast on his plate was not reduced at all.
As soon as I walk in, he look up and tried to find for Chelsea-chan.
“I’m not letting you see Chelsea for the rest of the day.”
“!?”
Looking aghast, Solomon froze.
I am stunned by my son’s shock, as if he had just witnessed the end of the world. If I am not mistaken, he is more despairing than the day his own hair and eyes were dyed black for the first time.
“Mother, You want me to die?”
I said, “You have lived without me for twenty-five years now. You have lived without me for twenty-five years now, so you might as well endure for one day.
“I can’t do it because I’ve gotten to know the comfort of being near her. It’s torture to have Chelsea under the same roof and not be able to hear her voice or smell her.”
“Stop sniffing unmarried ladies”
Where has our son the pride of our family, gone?
Feeling weak, I put my hand on my forehead and let out a sigh.
“What if your Chelsea doesn’t like you?”
“?!”
Solomon stammers.
He was aware that he was doing something that deserved to be hated. If that’s the case, I wish he would be more self-aware.
“It’s a horror for a girl to be forced with a man she doesn’t lovee.”
“The man she don’t love……”
“As it stands, she don’t like me.”
When he busted out, Solomon clutched his chest and moaned.
I don’t say this, though I feel like I can hold out hope in the fact that people don’t think I’m creepy after all that I’ve done.
If Solomon gets on a roll now, it will lead to a chastity crisis for little Chelsea.
“It’s a miracle that she don’t hate you. Keep that in mind and use it in your future actions.”
With a mysterious look on his face, Solomon nodded.
I want you to continue that auspiciousness for a long time. I am desperate.
“Excuse me.”
In the meantime, the butler arrives and announces the visit of the royal mage.
“I’ll take care of it. Send him to his usual room.”
Solomon stands up with a dignified look on his face, a different man from the pathetic-looking man he was a moment ago. I look off at his well-postured back and mutter to myself.
(What kind of curse is this, like I’m only dressed especially badly in front of the girl I like?)
“I see.”
Dolph, the royal mage, nodded gravely.
He is from a branch of our ducal family and is my husband’s brother. He is also the vice-commander of the Order of Magicians. He is forty-two years old this year.
He is enjoying a carefree life as a bachelor after handing over his title to his younger brother, but he has always cared for Solomon as if Solomon were his own son.
Dolph, himself said have a strong magical powers, and before he came of mature age, his hair and eyes sometimes darkened in color.
However, it was not completely black like Solomon’s, but only a darker gray with silver blonde.
Solomon changes to black because he has more magical power than anyone else.
And because of that, Dolph once told me, it must be difficult to control.
As one might expect, Solomon gradually settled down with age, and by his late teens, he was virtually unchanged.
I haven’t seen Solomon’s hair and eyes darkened in years. That’s why I’ve been so distracted.
I didn’t expect it to suddenly change so many times a month.
“I have some hypotheses regarding the relationship between magical power and the change in color. I looked up the documents about the dark magician who tried to destroy the world, and came up with a plausible theory… but I don’t think it fits with Solomon.”
Dolph rests his cheekbones on the armrest of the sofa and ponders.
He rearranged his long, gangly legs and stroked and rubbed his stubble-streaked chin. He snorted, then stared at Solomon’s face.
“Has you noticed anything about your own change?”
“I can’t be sure, but I can think of some triggering factors.”
Solomon responds to Dorf’s question with a reluctant yes.
“Tell me.”
Prompted, Solomon, for some reason, clammed up.
He swept his gaze, as if he was having a very hard time saying it.
He is not egocentric, but he is very assertive, which is not typical of Solomon.
As Dolph and I waited patiently for him to speak, he looked down at us with a contemplative look on his face.
“…… when I getting horny.”
“Wha-what?”
“I suspect that when me get sexually aroused, they change.”
Solomon covers my stunned voice with his words.
There is no sign of desperation or even a shred of embarrassment.
“I knew it…..”
Unlike me, who could not even speak, Dolph says with a calm demeanor.
He folded his arms, nodded a few times, and locked eyes with Solomon.
“Solomon, to be honest.”
The serious look on Dolph’s face almost pressured me, who was not relative to him.
I gulped.
“You’re a virgin, right?”
Not even a question mark is attached to the too-abusive words thrown at us. It’s a categorical statement at best.
I looked at Solomon’s face, thinking it was impossible, and my son nodded firmly.
“Yes.”
(That’s ridiculous.)
I was shocked.
After all, my son is called the most handsome man in the socialite.
I knew he was timid about love and was not keen on marriage. He had never been introduced to a girlfriend.
However, I did not believe that all the numerous rumors circulating in the world were false.
I was aware that it was an exaggeration, but how could it be that all of the dozens of partners listed, from dainty ladies to seductive widows, were all lies?
“I thought it couldn’t be because I heard so many flashy rumors.”
“I’m not very good with being surrounded by women. I thought that if rumors spread that I was an unprincipled man, I might be able to avoid them, so I left the rumors alone, but…”
“On the contrary, it turned into a fierce battle. It must be tough for a playboy.”
Dolph laughed dismissively.
Solomon is also smiling bitterly, but I am too shocked by the shock I have received to react.
“When you get excited, your magic tends to increase. It’s like the blood rushing through the veins of battle.”
After curbing his laughter, Dolph begins to speak with a serious face.
“To quell it, one would have to use magic, or release magic power by emitting bodily fluids or some other means. So, in theory, it could be done by masturbation.”
“But you have to know it doesn’t apply to me.”
“Your magic is off the charts. And …….”
Dolph breaks off there.
He continued, prefacing his statement with, “This is speculation, and as yet I have no proof.”
“After comparing my own experiences with those of other mages, I have found that many of them learn to control their magic through sexual experiences. In the process of exchanging bodily fluids with others, they mysteriously learn the knack of circulating magical power within their bodies.”
So Solomon’s poor control means that he can’t successfully put his magic power on the bodily fluids he spits out.
“In your case, masturbation will only get you so far. The best way to successfully the stagnant magical power is to learn to control it. ……”
The words are uneasy about what he was saying and tried to avoid saying anything.
I guess I couldn’t tell him to get the hell out of his virginity. I couldn’t say it either.
He can’t ask Chelsea for help, but it’s also difficult to introduce him to another woman. The only thing that would be less attached is the brothel house. …… But will he really going to go with the straight and narrow?
(…… wait. You mean the color change didn’t happen all the way through your late teens in the first place, which means you didn’t feel like it?)
“In your late teens, when everything is exciting?” and he spits out a tirade in his chest that would make the young men of the world angry.
It seems that my son’s heart is not the only thing that’s held captive by Chelsea. I was once again astonished at the intensity of Solomon’s love, which only responds to her.
(I mean, if Chelsea runs away from my son, the Dukes of Beardsley are physically stuffed. ……)
Another piece of wall appeared to block her way out again.
I apologized in my mind to Chelsea, who was probably having a leisurely breakfast in her room right now.
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