When Your Secret Crush Wizard Took a Love Potion - Chapter 112
His delicate fingertips slowly traced along the outer ear and came to a stop where the neck and ear connect.
A warm, soft breath tickling my skin made my fine hairs stand on end. Reflexively, I hunched my shoulders, eliciting a low chuckle from him.
“Sorry….about the hair falling.”
It was hard to tell if he was teasing me or if it was an honest mistake. I focused on keeping my eyes tightly shut to avoid letting them fly open, grinding my teeth in frustration.
“It’s fine. Just finish the cutting.”
I had once been very curious about his past. But now that we were lovers and I had learned about Orzen’s death, my immature curiosity had shifted in a different direction.
What I’m most curious about now is not some irretrievable past, but the far future. I want to know what his life will be like after I’m gone.
‘I am not like Edgar.’
Despite being his devoted apprentice, my innate magical abilities are fundamentally different from his. Unlike him, who doesn’t age, I am just an ordinary human who happens to be skilled in magic.
As I pondered possibilities I had never considered before, various scenarios began to drift through my mind like fog.
What if I were to die first? What kind of life would Edgar lead afterward? While he might mourn me like Orzen did for his lost love and live a life as barren as sand, the direction of life is infinitely varied. Perhaps he might overcome the sorrow of losing me and find love with someone else.
Parting due to death is not only painful for the one leaving but also for the one left behind. I need to understand the pain Edgar would feel from losing someone he loves and not indulge in childish complaints like asking him not to forget me.
“It’s done.”
His gentle voice pulled me out of my gloomy thoughts.
In the mirror, my neatly trimmed bangs reflected back at me. As expected from someone with such exceptional skills, it looked excellent. Compared to the uneven, haphazard cut I had done, it almost made me wonder if my hands had been cursed by a mad sorcerer.
“How is it?”
Edgar approached me with a smile, and we appeared together in the clean mirror. Suddenly, an inexplicable impulse surged through me, and I tightly hugged his waist.
“This is unexpected. Was my skill so impressive?”
Despite the sudden hug, Edgar seemed quite excited. He raised the hand holding the scissors into the air and then wrapped his other arm around my shoulder.
Alright, let’s put away those gloomy thoughts. I took a deep breath and prepared myself.
“Edgar, will you marry me?”
A chilling silence settled over the warm garden, where the sound of birds chirping and the gentle sunlight should have made everything feel pleasant. This wasn’t the reaction I was expecting; Edgar remained silent.
Edgar, looking flustered as if he didn’t quite understand what he had heard, responded in a bewildered tone.
“…Marry me?”
I lifted my head, trying to explain calmly. But Edgar’s grip on my shoulders tightened painfully, and a dark shadow seemed to envelop us.
In a near-panic state, Edgar clung to me with trembling hands.
“But we already had our wedding at Orzen’s lair, didn’t we? Was that just a figment of my imagination? No, we definitely had it… I had been reassured that we were already married. Could it be that I was mistaken all along? Is that what you’re implying?”
“No, it was then, and this is now.”
I tried to appear surprised. The events from the time Edgar took the potion were almost treated as if they had never happened. Although we were able to be honest with each other and become lovers after returning to normal, there was still a sense of loss.
So, I wanted to start anew from here.
“Are you saying we’re not married now?”
If Edgar remembers and accepts everything from back then, the situation would be simpler. Instead of soothing the now-pale Edgar who seemed as if he had just risen from a coffin, I chose to confront the situation directly.
“There’s something I want. I want to have Edgar’s child.”
Like when I confessed through tears before, Edgar’s face twitched with a desperate look. He clutched his chest, causing his shirt to crumple, and he struggled to breathe, eventually collapsing to the floor like a defeated soldier.
