I Abandoned the Male Lead Who Cheated with the Villainess - Chapter 129
‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.
read more chapters on luna kofi
Creating a magical tool that controls the power of an ancient wizard must have required an immense amount of time and money. In this case, it likely involved substantial manpower and resources.
For something created in such a short period, it seemed incredibly well-made.
‘So, this is the day I unwittingly extend my foot to that magical tool without question or suspicion.’
It was clear that love was something one should avoid. She should have adhered to the vow she made the moment she possessed the body. Just look at how her peaceful life unraveled the instant she realized she loved Rix.
‘War broke out, Rix went off to fight, Blitzen showed up, Isaac was alive, and the truth is that Rix was the Crown Prince, and now I’ve given up my freedom.’
Even before she recognized her feelings for Rix, her life had been filled with various distractions, but at least it hadn’t been to this extent.
‘Ugh, ugh.’
Frustrated sighs escaped her lips repeatedly. But what could she do?
‘Who can I blame but myself?’
She had to blame the foolish Ivonne who fell in love. She had to blame herself for helplessly loving Rix. She had to blame her utterly unfortunate fate with men!
‘After the murderer who killed me, a pathetic stalker, and now a war fiend…’
At this point, she almost wanted to laugh.
‘Haha, I wonder what the next man will be like.’
However, Herix, who had no idea that Ivonne was thinking such things, wagged his tail with delight as he saw her smiling after a long sigh while the carriage started moving.
‘It seems that Ivonne is happy to be heading to our home.’
If he knew she was thinking about the ‘next man,’ he would undoubtedly make every other man in the world invisible.
Johann, who had searched everywhere for her, insisting that everything would be resolved once Ivonne was found, had been right. Of course, he must have wished for death when he was cross-referencing the magic found at the Ten’s mansion with that of all the registered wizards in the empire. Nevertheless, Johann had ultimately succeeded.
— It’s Isaac. It’s clear that Isaac, who has been sentenced to death, has taken Miss away.
When he first heard that, Herix had not believed it. Isaac was definitely dead. They confirmed the body and chopped it; it was the only way to quell his rage.
‘How dare he try to take Ivonne from me again now that she’s returned?’
For some time, Herix had been struggling in the shadows to find the existence of ‘Isaac.’ However, finding traces of someone of a higher being than him was no easy feat.
In the end, Isaac reappeared as if to mock him, leaving his mark on Ivonne’s pinky finger.
— That can’t be. I confirmed that man was dead.
— But here is the evidence.
The magic comparison chart presented by Johann showed that Isaac’s magic matched the magic found at the Ten’s mansion by an astonishing 99%. Even among family members, such a level of compatibility was rare, and Isaac had no proper relatives.
Thus, he had immediately begun tracking and ended up here today.
And that Isaac had just been caught off guard by Herix’s attack and was now restrained in the supply cart.
On the way back, the cart was bound to rattle significantly.
‘Whether the road is bad or not.’
Meanwhile, Johann, who was watching Isaac, felt like he was on the verge of death. Although there were no special orders from Herix, the supply cart they were in was particularly rattling.
‘If it weren’t for the magically enchanted saddle cushion I brought along, I would have thrown up several times by now.’
Of course, even with the enchanted saddle cushion, Johann’s complexion was far from good. He was pale and barely managing to hold back his nausea. The other knights escorting the cart were in the same predicament.
‘You’re all struggling.’
‘Thank you.’
Johann exchanged sympathetic glances with the knights. If they were uncomfortable with cushions, how much worse was it for Isaac, who was sprawled out in the middle of the cart without anything? No matter how kindly one tried to put it, Isaac’s appearance was nothing less than that of a vicious criminal.
He had been gagged to prevent him from charming anyone with his sly tongue or reciting spells, and he was restrained with a magic suppressor typically used on prisoners.
‘Isaac isn’t just any ancient wizard. He’s one who has disguised his death and fled, so this level of restraint is necessary.’
Johann had prepared even more thoroughly than when he had captured Isaac before. The magic suppressor he was wearing was a tool of punishment, distinctly different from what Ivonne was using.
Her device was specially made to ensure the user felt neither the weight of the metal nor any discomfort in daily life, while Isaac’s was the exact opposite.
The iron was enchanted to be ten times heavier than its original weight, and the length of the chains was short. His skin was already scratched and bleeding from the intentionally rough edges that had not been smoothed out.
However, that was not something Johann was concerned about. His true interest lay in Isaac’s survival.
‘Ha, so he really is alive.’
Despite being the one who connected Isaac and Ivonne, Johann found it hard to believe he was alive.
