When Your Secret Crush Wizard Took a Love Potion - Chapter 106
He was a beauty with delicate features that suited his pink hair, but I never wanted to see him in that state.
Afterward, Angel continued to jest while interpreting the hidden meanings of words from Marca’s letters. Just when it was becoming hard to keep up, Olio thankfully returned.
“I should be heading back now.”
Looking pale and exhausted, likely from his earlier tussle with the golem, Olio seemed much more tired than before.
“Has it really gotten this late? We need to hurry; we must get down before dark.”
Seeing the time, Angel was startled and quickly got up from his seat.
After sending off the guests, who had come and gone like a whirlwind, I noticed the evening sky was already beginning to darken.
We set the golem to clean up while we tidied the remaining dishes. Thanks to Edgar, who had only eaten a few bites, I managed to finish two pieces of the cake on my own.
Seeing the remaining cream, my mouth began to water again.
“The cake was really delicious, wasn’t it?”
The clattering of dishes interrupted as Edgar spoke while clearing the plates.
“I’ll make it next time.”
His confident response was surprising. Considering how well he had recreated the red gratin and salad last time, it seemed possible.
“You have to make it exactly the same as that cake.”
“Understood.”
If Edgar was that confident, then it seemed like nothing was impossible. The thought of enjoying that cake comfortably at home made me excited. Just as I was about to cling to him while he washed the dishes.
“But just us.”
I heard a faint and almost imperceptible whisper.
“What did you say?”
Pretending not to have heard, I watched Edgar’s face. Although he seemed focused on the dishes soaking in soapy water, his unsettled eyes were clearly directed toward me.
Struggling with his strict inner self, who had maintained distance as a teacher, he nervously bit his innocent lips before finally confessing in a trembling voice.
“Let’s eat it with just the two of us next time. I don’t want any other guests around.”
I kept losing composure on my face. Only the sage druid would know how hard I was trying not to look like a foolish idiot.
“Why?”
Now I understand. Whether he had taken the potion or not, Edgar was naturally a rather jealous type.
“Were you jealous? How much? A lot? Of Olio? Angel? Or both? Were you always like this? Since when?”
Excitedly, I bombarded him with similar questions. Edgar, who had been blushing shyly, suddenly changed his attitude.
“Let’s stop talking about this. I’m washing dishes, so don’t cling too much.”
What? During the time he was under the love potion’s influence, he had clung to me like a sticky carnivorous plant, annoying me to no end.
“Don’t cling, huh?”
His overly detached attitude made me inexplicably annoyed.
They say time beautifies the past. I had completely forgotten the struggle of controlling Edgar, who had been like a wild stallion, and only remembered his honest side, comparing it to the present Edgar.
“Hm… You used to act so perverted, and now suddenly you’re like this. It’s strange.”
Edgar, who was about to finish washing the dishes and wipe them with a dry cloth, flinched at my words. His solid and broad back trembled slightly.
“W-why suddenly… I-I was under the love potion’s influence then…”
“Just because you were under the love potion’s influence, does that mean you would usually mas—bate in front of someone or beg to lick their sweat?”
“Chloe!”
Edgar screamed my name. Setting down the dish and wiping his wet hands, he finally turned around, showing his face that was now as red as a ripe apple, to me.
“Please, I have my own sense of shame.”
It was clear that both of us remembered the past, but no one mentioned it, so he seemed embarrassed when I suddenly brought it up.
But now that we were really lovers, wasn’t there no need to keep quiet about it?
I was prepared to romanticize the past with all my might and to cherish every memory as a precious recollection. Yet seeing Edgar shuddering, I felt inexplicably hurt.
“Hmph, so now that you’re back to your senses, it’s different, right?”
“Chloe, I…”
“Right. What’s so good about someone else’s sweat?”
Just as I was about to pull away from him, his trembling hand grabbed my sleeve. Looking up, I saw Edgar, whose face was flushed to his ears, looking down at me.
