I'm really a witch

Time began to flow again, one of the newlyweds was blushing, the other was blushing, and the archbishop glared at him several times.

Georgiana sat under the stage, holding her face and looking up excitedly.She was probably the most excited person in this church, and she spent a lot of effort not to let herself get excited to the point of losing her composure.Mrs. Reynolds was sitting next to her, gently wiping the corners of her eyes.

The Lucas family sat together, watching their daughter, sister, and sister on the stage, their expressions were pure joy.Mr. Collins looked as if he was about to say something excitedly at any time, with his back straight and an exaggerated smile on his face.

Mrs. Bennet was complaining in a low voice. Her daughters were not married yet, but the two unattractive daughters of the Lucas family were married first.But she soon became happy again, and turned to look at Mr. Bingley on the other side.Yes, her eldest daughter was soon to be married to Mr. Bingley, and it was a very happy marriage.

Bathed in her mother's eyes that hated iron and steel, Elizabeth shrugged helplessly, and focused all her attention on the newcomers on the stage.She was much happier for Circe than she had been at Charlotte's wedding.The marriage between Circe and Mr. Darcy made her firmer in her judgment on feelings, and vowed to build her marriage on the basis of feelings.

Williams also came to the wedding.He came alone, and he seemed a bit out of place with the crowd when he sat on the seat.But he looked like he didn't mind about it anymore, after all, he even proposed to attend the wedding.Circe breathed a sigh of relief when he received his news, and happily sent out the invitation he had been hesitating.

When you get out of the church, you have to take a carriage, an open carriage.But to Circe, it was more like a float, and look at the bouquets of flowers all over it.Along the way, people on both sides acted as if they were throwing golden grains of wheat. Circe grabbed a few out of thin air, and stretched out his palms in front of Darcy like offering treasures.

The carriage drove all the way to Pemberley, and Mrs. Reynolds, who rushed back first, led the servants to greet her at the door.Circe didn't quite get used to the dress skirt, so she got out of the carriage with the hem of the skirt frightened, for fear of stepping on the air and rolling down directly.Darcy supported her beside her, walking carefully step by step with her.

After entering the house, she didn't have so many scruples. Circe threw away the hem of the skirt she was holding up, and gave Georgiana, who came trotting over, a big hug.

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There seemed to be no difference between being married and not being married, Circe huddled in a chair and propped her chin in thought.Cassandra was lying at her feet, dozing comfortably in the warm sunlight.

After she got married, she found an opportunity to confess her identity to Georgiana. The little girl accepted it faster than his brother, and pestered Circe to show her some magic all day long.

In Pemberley's kitchen, she engraved the magic circle exactly the same.She also found a hidden valley in the garden to build her new flower garden.The laboratory is also placed underground, so she can do experiments she is interested in without any scruples.

Everything was perfect, but Circe noticed that she didn't seem to enjoy spending long hours in the lab as much as she used to.It's not that her interest in these little experiments has diminished, well, maybe there are some, but the main reason is that she is used to staying with Georgiana and the others, so she doesn't want to stay alone all the time.

But Georgiana went to school, and she went to study at some women's college for a few months every year.Mr. Darcy had gone to London two days ago to take care of business, so she became the bored look she had now.

Circe shifted in his chair, almost wondering how he had spent the previous twenty years.

Perhaps she should go to London, as if to visit Elizabeth.She is in charge of Circe's magic plant business. With Williams' contacts, coupled with the characteristics of the little guys, the business is doing so well that she doesn't want to go home and stay.

Let's do it, then, and get a glimpse of Mr. Darcy by the way.Circe jumped out of the chair, causing Cassandra's tail to stand on end.Sethian smoothed her hair reassuringly, and trotted back to the room.

When she came out again, she had already changed into light clothes.Cassandra raised her head and glanced at her, then shook her head and lay down again.The cushion has now become her favorite place to rest.

"Sandy, won't you come with me?" Circe turned to look at her.

Cassandra remained motionless, flicking her tail perfunctorily, clearly expressing her decision.

"Okay, then I'm leaving!" Circe was not disappointed, grabbed the strap of her satchel, and ran out of the gate of Pemberley.

In the study of his London residence, Darcy was absorbed in his work.Had it not been for the urgency of the matter, he would never have left Pemberley at this hour, before he could honeymoon with Circe!So I can only hurry up and get things done as soon as possible.

Sighing, pinching the space between his eyebrows, Darcy sipped his black tea.Then he heard a knock on the window.The person knocking seems to be playing around, sometimes light and sometimes heavy, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, it sounds like a fragment of that song.

However, when I looked up, there was clearly no one by the window.Coupled with the persistent sound of knocking on the window, this scene created a supernatural aura in the daytime.

Darcy smiled happily, got up and walked a few steps quickly to open the window, and hugged the little girl who jumped in and gradually revealed her figure: "Obviously you can come in directly."

"Aren't I worried about scaring you?" Cecis put his arms around his neck loosely, refusing to admit his sudden playfulness.

Darcy didn't expose her, why did he expose his little girl?He hugged Circe all the way and sat down on the chair, and he placed the girl on his lap.Bending his hands from his legs to his waist, Darcy pushed the man into his arms and leaned against the back of the chair.

"...You weren't like this before." Circe struggled twice in his arms, and gave up angrily. The man's strength was so great that she almost suspected that she was actually stuck to him.

"Well, is that so?" Darcy snorted vaguely, intending to get away with it.

"Don't you have to work?" Circe stared at the arm on his waist, as if it would let it loosen automatically.

"Of course I'm working." Darcy motioned her to look at the pen with which he wrote and drew.Ever since Circe's magical ceremony at the wedding, he's gotten better at manipulating these little things.

Ah, why should I give him this pen?Circe couldn't help showing a ferocious look, and quickly lowered his head lazily, abandoning himself and leaning heavily on the person behind him in retaliation.

Darcy snorted and pinched her waist: "It's so cruel, Miss Witch."

Circe pinched back: "I'm a witch, I'll turn you into a frog!"

"Then you're going to travel with a frog." Darcy said innocently.

"Traveling..." Circe dragged out her tone, and every time she did it, she seemed to be acting like a baby on purpose.The little girl suddenly let out a series of malicious laughter, which seemed to overlap with the legendary witch at a certain moment, "Of course you can't travel with a frog." She smiled with her eyes bent.

"How long will it take you to finish your work?" The little girl turned her face and changed the subject.

"If all goes well, tonight." Darcy made the calculations and promised, "Don't worry, I will definitely go home tomorrow."

"Well," Circe nodded, winking at him, "do you know what cheating is?"

Circe didn't mind being pinned on her lap now, and she was excited to cover up the cheating methods used by wizards for Mr. Darcy.

"You may feel uncomfortable." Circe reminded him, but seeing her eager to try, Darcy was a little uneasy.

The papers spread out on the table shook quickly under Circe's outstretched palm in mid-air, and the sound of rattling was as if a strong wind appeared in the room out of thin air.Darcy's handwriting began to appear on the paper, one after another, until at last they neatly stacked themselves on one side.

At the same time, Darcy felt a continuous stabbing pain in his head, as if a small hammer was hitting his head one after another.He couldn't help the sound of gasping from between his teeth.

Circe turned around guiltily, carefully massaged his head, and gently combed his chaotic brain carefully with the force of his fingertips.

Wizards do like to use this magic, after all it is undeniably convenient in terms of it.But wizards also remember to control the frequency of use, because this is considered a "sequel" situation.

This magic is equivalent to compressing things that would take a person hours or even days to process in just a few tens of seconds or a few minutes, and it would be strange if the brain did not respond.Circe originally calculated that what Darcy said would be done in the evening, probably in a few hours, so that the side effects would not be obvious, who knew he was planning to stay up all night desperately.

Fortunately, Kletika still has an advantage in channeling the spirit, Circe thought with her mouth flattened.Otherwise Mr. Darcy is too poor.

"Do you want to drink a bottle of potion?" Circe waved his hand, and a bottle filled with bright silver liquid appeared on the desk. "It will work quickly."

Darcy glanced cautiously, a little hesitant.This bottle seems to be quite normal, no, it can even be called beautiful.

"Don't worry, I've prepared sugar." Circe succeeded in dispelling his hesitation with the next sentence.

"No need, I'll just rest for a while." Darcy firmly refused.

"Are you afraid of taking medicine?" Circe looked at him with wide eyes.

Darcy covered her eyes: "I don't have one, please help me press it for a while."

Circe smiled slyly even though her eyes were covered: "Then you have to admit that you are afraid of taking medicine."

"……I do not have."

"You obviously..." Circe's mouth was gagged.

"Hold me for a while, okay?" Darcy let go of her eyes.

"Hmph." Circe licked his lips and gave him a glare.

"We're going on a trip tomorrow, and you decide where to go." Darcy paused, his ears blushing quietly, "...my head hurts, please help me."

"...Okay."