I'm really a witch

"Are you a little nervous?" Circe talked for a long time by himself, taking a sip of tea.

Although this gentleman usually looks taciturn, in the chat between the two of them, it is rare to be as silent as he is today.

"...There are indeed some." After hesitating for a while, Darcy nodded.Anyway, this time I am going to talk to Sir Lucas about his daughter's marriage, there is always something...

"Oh, what's there to be nervous about?" Circe waved her hand, not caring, "My family loves you."

No, at least I don't think your mother and sister like me.Darcy sighed silently in his heart, remembering the scene when the two ladies calmly prevented him from talking to Circe.Sometimes, he wondered if it was because the two ladies in the family were too shrewd that he had raised his little girl to be innocent.

Seeing that Darcy still looked uneasy, Circe hesitated for a few moments, and cautiously proposed: "Although I think that since I have agreed, my father should not make things difficult for you, but..." She licked her lower lip , "But if you're worried, do you need a blessing? Good luck or charm, or something."

Darcy was amused by her, and pressed her head: "No, I have confidence in myself." He blushed slightly, as if he was not used to such a straightforward statement, "On the matter of proposing marriage , I think it is better to rely on my own efforts. I will definitely get the approval of your family. "

Hearing what he said, Circe stopped insisting: "Anyway, you don't have to worry, father will agree."

"You have so much confidence in me?" Darcy joked.

"I have confidence in myself." Circe glanced at him, put on a proud expression, and raised his chin high.Darcy couldn't help rubbing her head.

Circe's head was rubbed a little bit by him, and in the end she reached out to hold his troubled hand on the top of her head: "Oh, you!" She held back for a moment, organizing her words, "You can't move more gently ?”

"Sorry." Darcy smiled and helped to straighten her hair, but more hair came out instead.

"...Please let go, Mr. Darcy." Circe could guess what kind of messy hairstyle she was wearing without looking, and she complained dissatisfiedly, "You can't destroy a lady's body just because I'm a witch." hairstyle!"

But her complaint sounded soft, without any deterrent effect. Darcy withdrew her hand obediently, but the corners of her mouth were still raised.

Circe pouted and curled the ends of her hair.A head of long hair immediately fell down smoothly, and the headgear temporarily floated in mid-air.Immediately, another strand was coiled and silk flowers were put on.

Chatting and drinking tea along the way, it seemed that they arrived at Lucas' house not long after.Circe had already told his parents the approximate time to go home in the letter, and Darcy even sent the greeting card in advance. Therefore, when the carriage drove into the path, the Lucas family was already waiting at the door. .

The young heir to the Lucas family seemed to grow taller again, to the size of a teenager.Standing beside Mrs. Lucas, he was almost the same height, and it is estimated that he will surpass his mother in a while.

A group of people walked into the room in a mighty way, and refreshments were already prepared on the table.It's a pity that the two of them had already eaten a lot in the car, and Darcy also felt powerless.

As long as the little girl smiled and asked him if he wanted a taste, it was always difficult for him to say no, so he ate a lot without knowing it.He was a little worried that he would not be able to eat much for dinner, embarrassing the owners of the Lucas family.

Sir Lucas's attitude towards Mr. Darcy was unchanged, or rather warmer.He seemed to be completely in disbelief that this gentleman proposed to his daughter, but he tried his best to suppress this excitement so as to maintain his demeanor.

Darcy was also in high spirits, cooperating with every topic he had.Just by looking at his straighter back than usual, you can tell how cautious he looks now.

Circe looked at him and couldn't help feeling tired for him.Therefore, she always tried to insert a few words to make the topic easier, but she was often led in other directions by Mrs. Lucas unknowingly.

After talking for a while, Mr. Darcy followed Sir Lucas into the study.Circe suspected she had seen the gentleman wipe the sweat from his palms on the hem of his coat.

She wasn't worried at all at first, but maybe because of the atmosphere, she seemed to become nervous too, and she seemed a little awkward sitting on the chair.

Over there the two gentlemen entered the study, and here Mrs. Lucas dismissed the other children and beckoned Circe to sit beside her.

Pulling the hem of the skirt, Circe obediently moved over.Immediately, Mrs. Lucas said, "Didn't you reject Mr. Darcy before?" This lady never beat around the bush when facing her little daughter.

Circe felt a little guilty for no reason, and fiddled with the lace on her skirt, not daring to look directly into her mother's eyes.She still remembers how she cried and complained to her mother last time, who knows that she has accepted that gentleman's marriage proposal now.

"Just... I went through some things," Circe said vaguely, "I agreed."

She immediately added: "He looks very sincere, and I think I like him very much."

Choked by her daughter's bluntness, Mrs. Lucas sighed in a complicated mood: "You..."

She waved her hand, as if she wanted to let go of the topic: "You can do as long as you like it." After thinking about it, she was still not at ease, "Are you sure this gentleman really likes you?"

She shook her head first: "What am I asking. I believe you will be able to tell the difference." Mrs. Lucas immediately looked a little sad, "Pemberley is not that close."

But it's not impossible if you want it to be close.Circe looked obedient and clever, but the thoughts that swirled in her heart had nothing to do with being cute.If my mother wanted to, she would come back to see her every day, no problem.It didn't take long for her to travel.Just because I was afraid of scaring my mother.

The mother and daughter let go of the topic of feelings in a few sentences, and chatted about interesting things on Sersey's travels.To be honest, Circe is not very good at telling stories, otherwise she wouldn't have an image every time she wanted to explain something to Darcy.

But mothers can always fully imagine their stories from their children's descriptions.So when the men came out of the study, they saw Circe beaming with delight as she said, while Mrs. Lucas sat on the side and answered a few words from time to time, holding a cup of tea in her hand, which she passed to her daughter every now and then. side.

Sir Lucas led Darcy to sit down, and coughed lightly. Seeing that the mother and daughter were chatting in full swing, he gave Darcy an apologetic look, and then joined the topic of the ladies, asking questions from time to time. details.

Darcy didn't mind, and occasionally helped Circe add, with a smile on his face all the time.His little girl is indeed a child who was pampered and grown up, no wonder she can grow into such a cute and innocent appearance.

Circe, on the other hand, saw that Mr. Darcy came back with his father, so he speeded up his narration, and only picked out some interesting things to recall, so the topic came to an end after a while.Mrs. Lucas looked at her daughter amusedly, but ended the chat cooperatively.

Seeing Mr. Darcy's soul glowing brightly, Circe knew it was a success.But she still has to ask the last sentence: "Dad, how are you talking?"

"Mr. Darcy is a fine gentleman, and what can I be dissatisfied with?" The father smiled.So Circe smiled happily.

"Cersey, why don't you take Mr. Darcy for a walk in the garden now? There will be some time for dinner." Mrs. Lucas clearly proposed to her daughter, but her eyes were looking in Darcy's direction.

Darcy was taken aback for a moment, he knew that this wife who didn't like him very much recognized him.He thought it would take some effort, and even made a plan, but he didn't expect to let him pass the test so easily.

However, looking at the way the lady looked at her little daughter, Darcy seemed to have grasped the clue.Perhaps for this wife who loves her daughter, he is not an ideal candidate in her mind.

Circe didn't hear any deep meaning from this sentence at all, she nodded and stood up: "Let's go, I'll show you my little garden."

After going out, Darcy asked hesitantly, "Have you grown herbs at home?"

"Potion ingredients, you might call them," Cersey whispered back, "and yes, I have a little garden where these little ones grow."

The garden of Lucas's house is not big, and it didn't take long to walk to Circe's small world.She pointed: "It's here."

"It seems..." Darcy organized his words.

"It seems quite ordinary?" Circe continued clearly. "I used some tricks to hide their prototypes. After all, they are not as cute as their ordinary brothers."

Circe beckons, and Darcy bends to follow her gesture.He is very proficient in this action now, and every time Circe wants to show him something magical and invisible to ordinary people, he will tell him to bend down like this.Then put your hands on his eyelids.

"Maybe I'll make something just for you next time, so I don't have to repeat myself every time," Sercy muttered, asking him, "Are you missing any decorative accessories?"

"You can do as you like." Darcy straightened up again, "I'll just replace it."

Circe pursed her lips: "I'll think about it again, maybe I can find something else." She put on an excited face, "Don't talk about this, just take a look, what do you think?"

A small piece of land is filled with miasma, and the shadow of the snake slides against the ground.The flowers bloomed with cold jagged teeth, and the tip of the grass was a strange purple.Not to mention those plant roots with strange knobs.

Darcy felt that he might not be able to find a more appropriate word except horror and weirdness, and the owner of this flower garden was looking at him expectantly.Can't help comparing the little girl with the plants she planted by herself, Darcy felt choked by something inexplicably.

"...It's very unique." Looking at this small flower garden, Darcy moved his mouth with difficulty.

"What's more! This is just a small part of the top floor!" Circe immediately rolled her eyes with a smile, and her voice was full of eagerness.