When Your Secret Crush Wizard Took a Love Potion - Chapter 100
Really, you’re just hopeless.
“I’ll stay with you.”
My heart pounded distinctly with the joy of seeing the man’s innermost flaws and most tender heart for the first time, a joy that was accompanied by a rush of excitement. Embarrassingly, it seemed I had fallen in love with the same person once again.
“Will it be forever? Always…?”
“Forever.”
When I placed a light kiss on his reddened cheek, Edgar, who had clung to me, now had the most foolish expression in the world.
“Because I love you more than anyone else in this world.”
As I confessed, brushing aside his golden hair that was disheveled by our foreheads touching, Edgar’s face, which had been slowly blinking to understand the words he had just heard, contorted with overwhelming emotion.
His strong arms wrapped around me like tangled rose vines. I laughed as I hugged him, while he clung to me and gasped with words of love.
I swear, it was the best night of my life.
Epilogue
In the ancient land of myth, it is said by the three goddesses who preside over truth that if many coincidences occur, it is the movement of fate guiding what is meant to happen.
If a noblewoman hadn’t heard of the capable wizard at the tea party and requested a love potion.
If Chloe hadn’t taken on the request and made the potion and fallen into a deep sleep.
If the usually early-returning master hadn’t looked at her sleeping face.
If the clear moonlight hadn’t bathed Chloe’s sleeping face.
Then Edgar, who was looking at her much more lovingly than usual, would have never been unable to resist the impulse that suddenly surged and touched the potion.
“What would it be like if I married an ordinary human man?”
Why did she ask such a question? Did she realize his own twisted desires and want to leave the nest he created and finally spread her wings to a wider world?
From the time she had grown into a young woman laughing with her lustrous red hair fluttering, or even further back, there was a hidden desire within him.
However, Edgar Blayden was always a man accustomed to hiding his inner self and controlling his desires. Every moment of every day, he reminded himself that he was merely an old tree tasked with sending young lives into the world.
Chloe needed to gain more experiences, travel the world, and meet various people. She was truly unsuited to a reclusive life far removed from the world.
An old friend who was advanced in years used to say that love makes all beings foolish. Truly, it is so.
The man did not want to bind this perfect being with his own dark emotions. It was indeed true.
“If that happens, we will never meet again.”
But even the thought of her leaving his side was unbearable.
“Chloe, are you asleep?”
For the first time, Chloe’s cheek, which he had gently touched with trembling fingertips, felt softer than usual. Her face, faintly illuminated by moonlight, was so beautiful that the tightly restrained impulses within him were set free.
Let’s rewind the story to the beginning.
It was necessary to determine whether the love potion created through countless coincidences was truly the finished product. Edgar Blayden was deeply immersed in the intense fever of love that had come after four hundred years.
While the love potion Chloe had created was perfect, with just a few additional ingredients, it could transform into a wondrous potion with different effects.
The ‘love potion’ that passed through Edgar’s hands, with a few more ingredients added, had evolved into a ‘potion that makes one honest.’
A person may naturally harbor dirty desires within, but a discerning adult should know how to suppress them. Edgar had a line he needed to uphold, and thus he had cultivated the habit of controlling his impulses and desires.
‘If I could just kiss you, I’d be happy to die right now.’
The courage to confess a hidden love was something every being, whether human, sage, or dragon, needed.
His palm gripping the solid vial trembled slightly. For any living being, losing self-control was close to a state of terror. Feeling the chilling sensation of the liquid sliding down his esophagus, he drank the potion, leaving not a single drop behind.
Someday, he would surely regret this choice, but even if he did not choose, he would still regret it.
The effect of the potion was indeed remarkable.
“Good.”
The first sensation he felt was a strange sense of liberation. Unlike in the past, when he couldn’t honestly express his love, now he could kiss every corner of her body, without having to suffer from trivial notions of propriety.
He could love freely.
“It feels so good.”
As soon as the potion took effect, Edgar repeatedly kissed the cheek of the sleeping woman as much as he wanted. His lips, incessantly brushing her face, seemed to annoy Chloe, as her brow slightly furrowed.
Morning was dawning beyond the window. It would not be long before the sleeping Chloe woke up.
“Wake up soon, Chloe.”
Without calming his excited heart, he lifted the corners of his mouth and kissed the sleeping Chloe. He fervently wished that she would wake up soon and fall in love with him.
