I'm really a witch

After confirming the relationship, time seemed to speed up silently.

Circe hangs around Pemberley's garden all day, and if Mr. Darcy has no business to deal with, the little girl will naturally call him together.Circe did not feel at all that he had been in Pemberley very long, but in fact, even from the date of the letter, Circe had been there for two weeks.

Even the letter from home has arrived for a few days.That meant it was time for Circe to go home, and take Mr. Darcy with him.

A few days after Mr. Darcy's proposal was successful, Circe honestly told Williams' previous proposal from the beginning to the end.She even specially pulled out the memory and made a projection so that Mr. Darcy can fully understand what happened.

After all, he has already accepted the other party's marriage proposal, so he should always tell him all these things.That was what Circe thought, and almost abruptly drew Mr. Darcy into his study that day and confessed it.

Darcy was not surprised.Rather, he knew that the young master Earl would propose marriage sooner or later.He was just glad that he was the first to propose, and he probably had some sympathy and complacency for his rival.

Circe is always naive about some things, she never seems to complicate things.Seeing that Darcy had understood the matter and didn't look unhappy, Circe attributed this confession as a success, and turned the page naturally.

So she immediately turned to chat with Williams.On the one hand, he is a good friend identified by Circe, on the other hand, he also proposed marriage.As a matter of course, she should tell Mr. Darcy what she promised.Circe's logic has always been this straightforward.

You can't hide it from him forever.Circe never believed that anything could be kept from anyone forever.When she couldn't hide her identity as a witch, she strengthened her cognition even more.Even though she actually brought the whole thing up on her own initiative.In fact, she admired her impulsiveness at that time.

After Circe said he wanted to contact Williams, Darcy took the initiative to leave the room.With him the conversation would only be awkward, and if Circe didn't feel it, the Earl would never be at ease.

Contrary to Circe's surprise, Williams didn't seem at all surprised by the news.He just seemed a little lost, or should be said to be very lost - he was silent for a long time with a blank face.

But when he spoke again, the loss faded a lot, and he even showed a smile, a little self-deprecating: "I won't say congratulations to Darcy, but I think I should at least say congratulations to you .”

He shook his head: "Actually, I can see it more or less." He paused, "It's a step late." He sighed in a low voice.

Maybe more than one step.He remembered the smile in the library, and slightly lowered his eyes.It was because of his timidity that he only dared to put himself in the position of a friend at the very beginning, hesitatingly not daring to go beyond the boundary he had drawn.

Circe said nothing.He was silent, and she was silent too.After explaining the whole thing, she didn't know what else to say.comfort?Or off topic to talk about some common topics?In this atmosphere, it seems that it is not suitable.

She was a little distracted.She and Williams seemed to have gotten to know each other instantly, and quickly became speculative friends.There are always countless topics that can be found between them, and no matter what one person says, the other person can pick it up with great interest.

But no matter how she recalled, she couldn't find an opportunity for Williams' attitude to change.He had been such a dear friend that no trace could be found.Is she too dull?Or……

"It started when we first met." Williams looked aside, but he didn't seem to have a clear fixed point, but he didn't want to look into Circe's eyes.

"But I already knew that you are not a sensitive person. If I don't tell you, you will probably never feel it." He smiled lowly.

"Accordingly," he finally shifted his gaze to Circe's face, and met those eyes accurately, "I shouldn't say these anymore, it's a bit mean, as if it's designed to make you feel guilty."

He sneered: "But if I don't say it, I always feel not reconciled." He sighed, "Am I really hiding it so well?"

Probably not so good either.Circe thought of his soul, which had always seemed so bright.She used to only think of this person's soul like this, now that she thinks about it, maybe it's because he treats her...

"You know I originally wanted to find an officer." Circe looked back seriously. "Neither Mr. Darcy nor you were in my consideration before."

It was the first time for her to say it clearly: "One day, it seemed inexplicable to me, Mr. Darcy proposed to me."

She recalled it for a while, and pursed her lips: "You can probably guess how bad his first marriage proposal was." Williams didn't speak, and listened intently.

"But even though I refused, I couldn't help but wonder, would this be an option? What would happen if I accepted?"

With her chin propped, Circe's eyelashes fluttered, "...Maybe when I confessed to him that I'm a witch, I've already approved this choice." She twitched the corner of her mouth slightly.

"I'm very dull, I don't know how to beat around the bush, I know that." She rubbed the pattern on the edge of the mirror with her other hand, "But sometimes, people don't make decisions entirely by understanding, right? .”

"Actually, I can't express this feeling clearly now." She frowned, pouted in a subtle manner, "It's very complicated, too complicated."

"Actually, we Kretica never take anything as inevitable," she raised her eyes again, "Maybe another time, another place, or even another, shell, I'll accept you Maybe even a marriage proposal."

"But you know, that's not going to happen anymore, right? You're a great friend, and an important, influential person to me." Circe took a deep breath, "Although it seems that I'm very Arrogant, but I think it might be better for you to treat this, the relationship, as a waking dream."

Williams stared at her blankly for a while, his eyes were light gray-green in the room, but there was a faint golden light flowing with the light.After a while, he took a breath as if he woke up, and his smile returned to a familiar look: "I didn't expect you to say these words, ah, so you're not that stupid."

He imitated Circe's way and held his chin: "I'm just a little bit unwilling, and you should allow me to keep this bit of unwillingness."

He raised one eyebrow, "I'll give it a try, change the time, change the location, and meet a new Miss Witch."

When Darcy returned to the study, he saw the little girl curled up in the chair, looking very tangled.

"What's the matter? Didn't the chat go well?" Darcy closed the door and sat down beside her.

"I don't think it's possible to say that." Circe's voice sounded a little confused, "Actually, it should be considered smooth."

"But I think my speech was probably terrible, in fact, I can hardly remember what I said now," she frowned, "I was in a very, strange mood, and I was thinking I shouldn’t have said it, and at the same time I felt that I had to say something, but when I said it, I felt that I shouldn’t say it.”

"Then I talked more and more, and I couldn't figure it out myself." She sighed.

Darcy touched her head and told her not to pay too much attention: "There is never a perfect way to deal with this kind of thing. Mr. Williams is a gentleman, and he will handle his feelings well."

"And for you," he thought for a while, "I think he will be very happy if you treat him as before."

Circe rubbed his palm, nodded, and fell silent.

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Circe can finally do something to Darcy's carriage.

Before, she only dared to soften her cushion quietly, but now she can modify its compartment at will.Just remember to set up the obfuscation magic on the outside of the car, so that no one else can see it, and there is nothing to worry about.

Darcy never imagined that a carriage could be so comfortable.He always thought that the ladies of noble families, those covered with soft cushions and thick wool carpets, were as comfortable as a carriage could achieve.But he obviously underestimated a witch's creative ability.

First, the interior space was expanded several times, and the hard seats were replaced with some kind of seat that he had never seen before.Not to mention the carpet, there was also a low table between the seats facing each other, from which warm tea and delicate snacks poured out continuously.

Don't worry about the shock caused by the carriage, Darcy can hardly believe that he is actually sitting in a carriage instead of a warm reception room.

The temperature inside the car is also very satisfactory. This feeling is a bit like the heat preservation magic that the girl cast on him when he went out.

Circe was still dissatisfied and continued to make new changes in the carriage, and a flickering light band flew around from time to time.She looked very excited, with bright eyes: "You don't even know, how happy I can finally change these things openly!"

"For the carriage at home, I only dare to use some shock-absorbing magic, but it can't completely eliminate the shock feeling, so I can keep some of it." She wrinkled her nose and complained, "The seat cushion is also there."

"Especially in winter, the warm spell only dares to work on places covered by clothes. Every time I go out, I have to persuade Charlotte and the others to wear tighter clothes." She sighed very sadly, and snapped her fingers Talked a lot.

"I once gave Charlotte a piece of lace with a blessing spell on it, but she had a lot of lace, and silk flowers too. You know, no girl ever wears the same thing often, and your mother didn't, even if you wanted to." It wouldn't be allowed. So I had to quietly put magic on every little ornament of hers."

"Then I was worried that if she wore too many accessories at once, the effect of the blessing would be too obvious, which would be weird. So I ended up putting weakened magic on each of her dresses."

"And the Lucas family is quite a big family." The little girl concluded in this way, showing a helpless smile, but she obviously enjoyed it.

Darcy watched her quietly and stroked the pen in his pocket.