IDEFYEM - Chapter 66
Black Man, I'll Do Everything For You Except Marriage!
The inside of the auction house was in chaos with nobles running away screaming and guards trying to help and calm them down.
About two-thirds of the stage was charred black and filled with acrid smoke.
I scanned the scene with my eyes and followed Sarah toward the passageway she exited.
'Because of the accident, the auction may not be held for a while. If so, our work will also be disrupted.'
But even if I went back, I didn't have the confidence to just watch that scene.
At that time, someone jumped out from the dark passage and grabbed my wrist.
“Aaaah!”
When I screamed reflexively, a subtle luminous magic was activated.
"It's me, Enrica."
"...Vermont? Why are you here?"
He was not disguised as a security guard but was his usual self with flowing silver hair.
"I knocked down the wall at the end and lured the teacher to another place. I'm sure Sarah went that way too."
Sir Vermont muttered quickly and led me in another direction.
"What on earth have you done? We decided to just explore today."
"I'm sorry. I couldn't stand by and watch a 13-year-old child die on stage."
I responded somewhat glumly to the feeling of responsibility for making the situation so confusing.
"What on earth do you want to do? Are you trying to save everyone in this world?"
After hearing what I said, he said in a slightly mocking tone.
I got so angry that I shook off the wrist that Vermont was holding and shouted.
"I'm honestly selfish. I don't have the desire or energy to prevent all the tragedies in the world by sacrificing my life."
"..."
"But at least if it's a tragedy happening right in front of me, and even if it's being done by the person who passed on this blood flowing in my body, I have to stop it!"
In the still, flowing silence, we began to walk briskly again.
"I have never seen a person as strange as you. At best, borrowing the power of a familiar is all about saving your fiancé."
Vermont, who had been thinking alone for a while, slowly opened his mouth.
"And now you're trying to rescue people you don't even know? That's crazy."
If that was what my familiar thought. I couldn't help it, but I was a little disappointed.
He stared at me with deep eyes and immediately sighed.
"Still. I find it strange that the ridiculous path you are walking...."
"..."
"I want to keep following you, Wintersoar."
Cheer up, we're almost there, Vermont added at the end.
The unexpected support made my heart tremble and calmed down. When I looked up to make proper eye contact with him, my eyes suddenly caught something strange.
"Why are you like this?"
I held Vermont's wrist and said in surprise.
He pulled his arms back and protested as if he didn't want to show it, but I paid him no mind and rolled up his sleeves further.
Lord Vermont's arms, which had changed to their true form, were full of wounds that looked like they had been cut with a knife.
As I was hurriedly about to ask what happened, I felt a strange sense of discomfort.
The wounds were clean and appeared to have been done on purpose, even though they were inflicted during battle.
Moreover, there were multiple wounds.
Some looked like they had been around for a long time, and some looked like they had just been made.
After coming up with an unbelievable guess, I froze and asked.
"... You really did it?"
I knew the face Vermont made every time I said something absurd. And now his face was far from that expression.
"Why?"
His eyebrows were furrowed in an awkward and complex shape, like someone who had been caught up in something.
Seeing his reluctance to talk to me, a guess came into my head. Wounds that seem to be 2 or 3 months. Looks old.
It was around that time that I had this conversation with him for the first time.
"Now you don't have to pay for your blood when you call me."
At that time, Vermont said he had definitely found another way.
"You should have told me that sooner! What is that method?"
"It's a secret."
And he completely ignored my request for a detailed explanation.
There was only one conclusion I could think of in my head.
Instead of my blood, he cut himself and used his own blood for the summoning spell.
"..."
But there were loopholes in that reasoning as well. Firstly, the summoning technique would not require that much blood.
Second, there is no reason for such a grumpy cat to show me a favor.
"Tsk, even if I try to be pretty..."
At that time, I began to remember the strange words and actions he often used these days.
"I'm so glad to have you as my familiar, Vermont i think so too."
I stared at Vermont with strange and strange eyes.
"Summoning inevitably requires blood."
It's not magic made to be used by familiars in the first place, so I'm being asked to pay dozens of times more.
Eventually, unable to overcome the feeling of being questioned, he began to confess on his own.
"You can just leave it to me like you have done so far! It's just one dгор."
I felt so absurd, surprised, and sorry. I forgot how fast I was walking and started yelling at him.
My heart ached even more as the memory of calling him out to me saying he didn't need to bleed me anymore flashed by me.
Sometimes we called it to kill time, and we also used it for communication earlier.
I wouldn't have done it if I had even hinted at it before,
"Why on earth is that like that?"
No, no way.
It seemed like my guess would soon be correct again.
"I think I understand."
I continued speaking, feeling dizzy at what had happened so suddenly.
"You like me... To save a little bit of my magical energy, which I will have to use a lot in the future..."
There was a long silence in the air for a while.
What broke it was Lord Vermont's loud laughter, which I had never heard before.
"Puhaha, what now!"
He, who always tried to maintain a dignified appearance, started giggling and laughing out loud.
I was speechless and hung my head in great shame.
"It makes no sense for a familiar to like its Master. Do you really think there is such a thing as love that transcends species?"
Vermont shook his head with a smile still on his face.
"I've never, ever seen such an inappropriate relationship end on a good note."
"Oh, I understand! What the... I was joking."
It was an excuse that didn't even work.
Vermont, who seemed to be teasing me even more excitedly, somehow became speechless.
"..."
Come to think of it, now is not the time to be like this.
We need to find Sarah quickly and help her with whatever she's doing with her mentor.
It's definitely not because I'm embarrassed.
'Is it because of what happened with Kael that I became oversensitive?'
I hurried my tired legs with a burning face as I thought about it.
***
After Enrica said what she had to say and hurriedly walked forward.
Lord Vermont stopped still, looking very confused for some reason.
"I've never seen anything good..."
His bright yellow eyes shook as if they realized something he couldn't handle.
A wizard who lost her magic for the ridiculous reason of memory loss.
She couldn't do anything without him, and at best, her goals with help are trivial.
In fact, she had greater passion than any wizard he'd ever met.
A woman with a small body who still walks ahead of him.
"You like it?'
Anyway, that's not possible.
There is no way he could choose to go to the edge of a cliff because of just one person.
There was still confusion in his eyes, but he quickly shook his head.
And then he started chasing after Enrica, who was ahead of him with strides.
***
I had no intention of wasting time in the middle.
I was still shocked by the fact that Vermont had deliberately inflicted scars on his body just for my sake.
He said it was to save magic power, but it must have been a little part of his thoughts about me, whom he had recently become close with.
"Ugh."
As I was lost in my thoughts for a moment, I felt a wave of strong magical power in front of me.
I felt like no matter what happened, it happened.
Before I knew it, Vermont had followed next to me and raised his arm to block my path.
As soon as we did that, the window next to us broke.
"Sarah!"
I reflexively shouted and ran out.
'Ugh, the battle between warlocks.'
Sarah and her teacher were touching their canes at a distance of about thirty steps.
Fortunately, it was as if they had just encountered each other in the empty warehouse where Vermont had lured them by knocking down the wall.
As I got closer, I felt a bad energy that shook my legs.
I could see why the average wizard and warlock growled so much and thought the other was their archenemy.
An instinctive feeling of rejection seemed to be fluttering from deep within my veins.
'But I can't give up like this.'
I closed my eyes tightly, opened them, and gave Sarah a strong protective shield.
She felt a bit pushed back, but quickly regained her momentum and attacked.
The teacher, who had not expected our appearance, looked puzzled for a moment.
It would have been even more surprising since it would have been difficult to even identify the person with the mask on.
Sarah took advantage of that opportunity and cast a powerful curse spell.
"Venenum mortis (death poison)."
It was a poisonous magic that could take the opponent's life in one fell swoop.
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