Magic Academy Bans Harem

Chapter 363 The Woman Named Dolores

In Sofia's eyes, Dolores Vallange was a very special person.

People are diverse, so the impact they have on their surroundings will also be different.

Sophia has seen people who can make those they come into contact with better and happier. She has also seen people who are self-centered, even if it means making others unhappy, in order to achieve happiness. And then there are saints who, even if it means becoming unhappy themselves, strive to make others happy.

The kind of person who seems to make everyone they touch unhappy is truly rare.

Dolores met and fell in love with one of Ritas's adoptive fathers, and they quickly got married. However, one day she suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Although she had indeed drained that unfortunate man of almost everything, and he was already seriously ill at the time, she didn't seem to have run away for wealth or any other reason. She simply felt that one day, she had lost all joy in her life, walked out the door, and never came back.

As Ritas's adoptive father passed away in despair, Dolores set her sights on her next "husband."

She was no longer young, and her circumstances were much worse than before. So, she had no choice but to go back to her ex-boyfriend, whom she had also abandoned, but who was now very wealthy.

In order to gain the other party's acceptance, she meticulously crafted lies, embellished her escape, and presented a foundling to the other party, claiming that she was the other party's daughter.

Unfortunately, the family they rebuilt didn't last long either.

This time, however, the other party chose to leave first before she could escape.

Dorothy, seemingly lacking the strength to escape and no longer possessing the youth to rely on, could only remain trapped in that increasingly suffocating house.

Then, she continued to pass on her misfortune to her "daughter".
In her sleep, nightmares once again assailed Wayne.

Although Wayne could barely remember the details of her dreams after waking up, everything became exceptionally clear within the dream itself.

Still in that increasingly cramped house, Wayne and her "dark-haired mother" depended on each other for survival.

Perhaps feeling that their lives would only get worse if they relied solely on the charity from the church and their neighbors, Dolores picked up her pen again.

However, her writing process was clearly not very smooth.

So, as time went by, not only did no works of hers emerge, but her writing tools were also almost completely destroyed.

One day, as if due to path dependence, Dolores set her sights on her daughter.

"Tell me a story. I raised you all these years, surely I can do this much, right?"

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Wayne felt that Dolores would be better off just beating her up as usual. At least then, if Dolores got tired or satisfied, she could keep quiet for a while.

Where exactly are we going? To bring back some stories as my mother requested?
This became Wayne's only source of distress.

She can't create anything on her own.

She didn't know the specific reason either.

Perhaps it has something to do with her being illiterate?
Perhaps it's also because she's always hungry, so her mind doesn't work very well?
In short, Wayne had no choice but to rely on external forces.

Fortunately, Wayne quickly found a solution.

There's a storage room in my house, separated from my neighbor's by a very thin wall. So, if I just sit quietly in this dusty, rodent-infested storage room and concentrate, I can faintly hear sounds coming from my neighbor's house.

And among those voices were the words of a fairy tale book that the neighbor's mother was reading to her child as she put him to sleep.

It took Wayne a long time to barely remember a few stories that the neighborhood kids particularly loved to hear.

Then, one day when Dolores went mad again, she recounted it.

"Did you make up these stories?"

After hearing this, Dolores opened her eyes wide and asked this question.

Wayne simply shook her head.

Then, Dolores, enraged, grabbed her ear and began to question her sharply.

"If you didn't make it up, who else could?! You can't go anywhere in this house! You can't contact anyone! Why would you tell such a lie!"

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Viyn tried to explain herself.

A voice seemed to be urgently telling her that this matter had to be clarified. Otherwise, something very bad would happen.

But there is no way.

She could not defy Dolores. Nor could she watch this fragile human before her crumble and vanish because of her denial.
"It was my creation."

Ultimately, for her mother's sake, Wayne told this lie.

Dorothy started writing again.

Unlike before, what was fluttering in her room was no longer page after page of white paper.

Perhaps because she had something to look forward to in life, Dolores seemed to become more positive. Instead of waiting for relief food and supplies to be delivered to her home, she would actively go around to collect them.

With Dolores out of the house, Wayne also had some time to herself.

However, in her home, which had almost nothing, Wayne didn't have much to do.

After much thought, Wayne began to paint.

As long as you don't care about the quality of the finished product, drawing is actually a very good form of entertainment.

Moreover, Wayne felt that Dolores might use this skill of hers in her future creations.

Besides passing the time by drawing, the black cat that occasionally appears on their windowsill is Wayne's one-sided friend.

Perhaps because there were many rats around Wayne's house, the black cat came quite frequently for a while. Unfortunately, after one winter, Wayne never saw it again.

As winter turned to spring, Dorothy, who had gone to collect the free supplies, excitedly ran home one day.

"elder brother?"

Viyn was confused by this unfamiliar word.

"Yes, your brother! Ritas Mischbern or something. It doesn't matter, his last name doesn't matter! Because... he's a member of the Elson family now!"

Shaking Wayne's shoulders, Dorothy said with immense excitement,

"Although many years have passed, I recognized him at a glance! A child with black hair like mine, inheriting the blood of Valang! Moreover, he's not a branch member of the Elson family! He's climbed up to the city lord, the King of the West!"

Having already endured several years of "hardship," Dorothy now undoubtedly craves money and status.

The story of the Elson family adopting the "cursed child" had actually been circulating for several years. However, Dolores, who had been out of touch with society for years, only learned about it on this day.

"Why doesn't my brother live with us?"

Facing Dorothy, who seemed to have suddenly reached the pinnacle of her life, Wayne asked this icy question in a completely emotionless voice. Dorothy, as if truly doused with cold water, remained silent for a moment with a gloomy face before suddenly slapping Wayne across the face.

"It's all because of you!!!"

Rather than the title of "Child of the Curse," it was more like a curse, deeply imprinted on Wayne's mind and body.

"Raising one child is already so difficult! How could I afford to raise two! I was weak and helpless, unlike you, Ritas. That child was so outstanding from a young age. You left me with nothing, but he didn't. So I had no choice but to abandon him and choose you! But now look at what you've brought me!"

Faced with Dolores's roar, and supporting her swollen cheek, Wayne sincerely apologized.

Never question anything related to your brother.
This idea became an imprint on Wayne's heart from that time onward.

The bad days are still ongoing.

However, since Dolores "reunited" with her other child, Wayne's situation has improved a lot.

Although Dolores continued to belittle Wayne.

For example, she inherited all the outstanding talents from her great ancestor Varange, which she passed on to her brother Ritas. Meanwhile, her sister Vain only inherited the sin within Varange's bloodline and the blood of the scoundrels who abandoned them.

Even so, at least Dolores doesn't hit people or throw things at the drop of a hat.

During this period, she was full of energy.

After discovering that Ritas had been adopted by the Elson family, Dolores did try to establish connections. However, the Elson family wasn't a place where just any stray dog ​​could bark. Therefore, news of this kind simply didn't reach Ritas's ears.

Dolores also had her own thoughts on this.

"Once I finish my book, I will become a great author. I will definitely see Ritas again. My good child will surely accept me!"

She simply buried herself in her own creative work.

However, from an objective perspective, Dolores's mental illness was already quite serious at this point.

But in order to reunite with "her child," she unleashed a great deal of energy. She even began to care about her image.

Thus, at least outwardly, this period was the most normal time for Dolores since her current husband ran away.

Dorothy, whose inspiration flowed like a spring, completed her work at an unprecedented speed.

Thus, "The Dorothy Bedtime Stories Collection" was officially published.

Faced with a situation where no one was willing to take on the printing and distribution, Dolores seemed to have found some channels that couldn't be brought to the forefront.

One day, the house, which was the only wealth for Dolores and her daughter, was taken away by a group of ruthless people. The mother and daughter were evicted.

However, Dolores looked exceptionally happy holding a box of poorly printed fairy tale books.

Not long after.
Dolores was imprisoned on various charges.

"I didn't plagiarize anyone's work; it's all my own creation! I wrote it all myself!"

Of all the charges, Dolores' plagiarism only accounts for less than half.

In addition, there are illegal printing and distribution, assaulting or insulting guards, and indecent or inappropriate behavior in public places, etc.

In short, a three-month prison sentence is already a lenient sentence considering her worrying mental state.

Just a few days after being released from prison, Dolores fell seriously ill.

Having almost never left her home before, Wayne felt so helpless and desperate in the unfamiliar city.

However, she did not break down.

Perhaps, as early as when Dolores first went mad, she had already accepted the fate of dying alongside her "mother".

She seemed to know nothing, yet she also seemed to know everything.

It was in a quiet corner of the city, where Wayne and Dolores awaited the arrival of death.

Someone offered her a helping hand.

That was a nun that Wayne met while she was being placed in a church welfare facility during Dolores's imprisonment.

A nun who was suspicious to the extreme.

The nun who always wore her lips painted exceptionally bright red made a proposal to Wayne.

They will try to save Dolores. But in exchange, Wayne's future will be their property.

After that, Dolores lingered on her sickbed for several more years.

During this time, Dolores seemed to have really "improved".

She became gentle and kind.

She was always grateful to Wayne for taking care of her, and never said another harsh word.

One day, Dolores suddenly asked Wayne to push her into the street.

Because on this day, a lecture series organized by the magic community will be held in the city.

Ritas, in turn, will present some of his academic achievements as a researcher during the lectures.

Fortress City can be considered the home ground of Researcher Ritas, who is about to be nominated as an associate professor.

From the cursed child to the useless Elson, then to the renowned genius of the magical world, and the disciple of the Tree Witch.

For better or worse, he had amassed considerable fame in the Western Regions. And now was the moment when all that had been built up would come to fruition.

In the crowded hall, where even moving a little bit was extremely difficult, Wayne and Dolores watched the entire lecture about magic, which they understood nothing about.

Because of the surrounding noise, they didn't even hear clearly what Ritas, who had only appeared briefly, was saying.

But amidst the clamor of the crowd, and with everyone's attention focused on Ritas shining like a star on stage, they all witnessed it.

"If you hadn't lied to me back then, saying those copied fairy tales were your own, would we be standing beside him now?"

Dorothy, who seemed to have improved for several years, was still "Dorothy" in the end.

"I'm sorry, Mother."

Faced with these unfounded accusations, Wayne did not offer any defense.

That night, while Wayne was fast asleep...

The woman, who would bring misfortune to everyone she touched, chose to end her own life.

(End of this chapter)