Chapter 90: Regret And Worry
In the deepest part of Dawn Castle. Shirons bedroom.
Seira.
Sitting deeply on the bed, Shiron quietly recited an incantation.
Until yesterday, every time he called the forgotten wizards name, he was thrown into a space where Latera existed, but now, calling her name caused no such reaction.
Its not working.
The taste in his mouth was bitter. He had been in a bad mood since dawn. It was better this way, as he would be talking a lot with Seira and calling her name, but he still felt sorry for Latera, who had been helpful until now.
Not because he could no longer receive her blessing. Not out of regret. Sincerely.
He felt sorry for Latera.
Sigh.
Shiron sighed deeply, clutching his chest.
If only Elise had been a mysterious and powerful figure completely unrelated to the game, things wouldnt have turned out this way. Not just an extra but a key figure, and now his reputation had been greatly diminished.
On the other hand, Latera didnt appear in the game.
I cant figure it out.
The knowledge from the game in his memory and reality didnt match up in many aspects, adding to his confusion. But still, Shiron tried to grasp the situation.
The Heros Abode?
Such a thing never existed in the game.
Not that it didnt exist, but perhaps it was something the users werent shown Was that the right way to see it?
What about Latera?
An angel? When archbishops used divine power to cast blessings, a beautiful woman with wings appeared behind them as an effect.
Unlike this world, demons were monsters that needed to be slain immediately. And now, Yuma was serving Shiron by his side.
Yuma.
Yes, Young Master.
The woman who had been sticking to Shirons side since yesterday bowed her head. Her presence, clinging to him like glue from bathing to sleeping, was quite burdensome, but in the current situation, there was no better guard than Yuma, so Shiron didnt reprimand her.
Lets go soon.
Understood.
Shiron stretched and got up. For now, he put aside his regret for Latera and his gratitude towards Ophilia. His priority was to advance his relationship with Seira in any way possible.
Thanks to its location on Mount Makal, which experienced snow all year round, the basement of Dawn Castle was cold enough to make even Shiron, who had some resistance to cold, shiver.
Creak- Creeeak-
Clap-
Yuma clapped her hands to light up the interior of the brain prison.
A desolate scene, previously unseen in the darkness, came into view.
Ugh.
Shiron stepped back slightly and looked at Yuma. Mummies, not yet cleaned up, were visible in various places of the brain prison.
The mummies, dead for an unknown period, seemed to have frozen in their hunched positions.
Should clean up a bit.
Nobody has been here for the last hundred years My apologies. Ill have the kids clean it up soon.
Alright.
As they walked in silence, a blue flame flickered into view.
A magic-consuming flame.
Seira, trembling and bound in black chains, was visible.
Good morning.
What, what? Why are you here?
Seira struggled to open her eyes wide and lifted her head toward Shiron. She was the greatest wizard of all time and a hero who saved the world. Being in a slightly cold place wouldnt break her spirit. She wouldnt act weak in front of a mere human child.
Have you eaten?
Shiron, with a pleasant smile, took out bread and margarine from his bag. A meal suitable for strict vegetarians, without milk or eggs.
Here.
Shiron spread margarine on the bread and tossed it in front of Seiras nose.
Thud-
However, Seira just stared blankly at the bread that fell in front of her.
She must be quite hungry, having been locked in a cold cell without food, yet she kept her mouth shut and showed no interest in the bread as if she were on a hunger strike.
Whats going on? Why isnt she eating?
Shiron turned his head to look at Yuma.
Yuma. What is she doing? Why isnt she eating the food?
Im not sure.
Yuma tucked her hair behind her ears, slightly embarrassed by the situation.
Im not very knowledgeable about elves, but from what Ive heard, elves live on grass and dew-soaked in moonlight and mana. Perhaps shes dissatisfied with the meal youve prepared, Young Master?
Hmm A slave with quite the food preference.
What kind of nonsense is that!
Seira shouted in frustration, feeling suffocated by not speaking out. Her face flushed as she retorted.
You damn racists! Thats all rumors. Do you know how much I enjoy eating meat? Huh? No!
You could have just quietly asked for meat instead of yelling
Do I look like someone who doesnt yell?!
Seiras voice began to break, betraying a hint of tears. She realized then that she was someone who cried easily.
Its because of racists like you that all elves have hidden in the forests! Mana-soaked grass? Who spread such a perverted rumor? Thats elf hate!
Then why arent you eating? Are you not hungry?
Eeek!
Seira couldnt hold back her scream.
She wouldnt have been so angry if he had just asked if she wasnt hungry. This was all because Shiron looked at her with a cluelessly natural attitude.
Seira felt like her insides were twisting in anger at this devilish childs act of cuteness. The damn kid. How much more did he intend to infuriate her?
Im tied up! How am I supposed to eat?
Why cant you? Just put your head down and eat.
Tsk-
Shiron looked at her with an expression of disdain. Such a high and mighty woman.
But he understood. After living for hundreds of years causing trouble without a rival, it was natural for her to be untrained, Shiron thought.
Im full. So full. Even a great wizard is just a magic beggar, after all. Why do wizards always need so much? Do this, do that. They dont know their place.
Young Master That
Hm? What.
Never mind.
She was a wizard, too.
Yuma swallowed the rest of her words.
She had no idea what had happened outside of Dawn Castle to make Shiron so hateful towards wizards, but for Yuma, who loved and respected the Young Master, it was a bit
No, it was very troubling.
Hmm.
Left with no choice, Shiron approached Seira, picked up the bread from the ground, and held it to her mouth.
Happy now?
Hmph! As if Id eat just because you did that.
So fussy.
Shiron sighed and irritably shoved the bread into her mouth.
Ugh!
Seiras eyes widened. The hard bread filled her mouth. She might suffocate if things continued like this. Although she had blurted out to just kill her yesterday, her instinct to survive made her jaw move energetically.
Ugh! Ughugh!
Right. You can eat, so why act so difficult?
Cough! Cough!
Seiras face turned red with bread crumbs on her mouth and tears welling up in her eyes.
What, what is this guy Is he really trying to kill me?
This kid, so utterly merciless.
Seira opened her eyes weakly and looked ahead.
How about it? Feeling less hungry now?
The human child, sitting crouched and spinning with laughter. Until just a moment ago, Seira felt nothing from him, but now she sensed something.
What is this
Seira shivered, feeling goosebumps. She lifted her head slightly and saw Yuma standing behind Shiron. She wondered if Yuma was the one emitting demonic energy.
However,
The demon, acting as a loyal servant, didnt interfere, no matter what the kid did.
Now that youre feeling better, lets have a talk.
You. Whats with you? Youre weird.
So frustrating.
Shiron poked Seiras cheek teasingly.
The important thing now isnt about me being strange. Its whether youre willing to talk to me or not. Why cant you understand what Im saying? Huh?
Companion of Warrior Kyrie. The wizard who almost beheaded the Demon King 500 years ago. Seira Romer. Such outdated achievements are irrelevant.
What? What did you say?
None of that is important.
Shiron pulled out a wand from his hand. A purple wand overflowing with purple tones. Seiras weapon. [The Forgotten Wizards Wand], a legendary-grade weapon. Seiras eyes began to fill with shock.
What matters is whether youll be my person or not.
Shiron didnt want to waste time.
What? What are you talking about? How do you know about that
Choose. Will you be my ally or not?
If she chose not to be an ally, he would kill her right there.
Seira Romer, become my ally.
Hugos mansion. A room in the annex.
Where did he go without saying anything?
Brother. Its not something serious, is it?
Sigh. Exactly.
Lucia furrowed her brows and looked towards the bed.
On the wide bed lay a woman. Ophilia. The demon who had been following Shiron from Dawn Castle.
While Siriel and Lucia were in the middle of a fierce duel in the training grounds, a commotion erupted in one corner, drawing Lucias attention.
Then, the slave that Shiron had been watching for months and Shiron himself both disappeared at the same time, and Ophilia collapsed.
At first, Lucia thought it was some kind of prank. But even after a week, Ophilia, who should have explained the situation, had not woken up.
Just causing worry for no reason. Really, such a fool.
Lucia rubbed her tingling nose.
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