When Your Secret Crush Wizard Took a Love Potion - Chapter 30
It was right after we boarded the ship.
Edgar, who believed we were on this journey just the two of us, learned that we would be joined by others. Without introducing himself, Edgar simply shut up and stuck to me so closely it became annoying.
Seeing his absolutely no social grace, Olio Bennet expressed his annoyance and, with his entourage, moved to the cabin, while Marca quietly gave us our room number without much conversation.
“Hello. Could I have a word with the gentleman over there?”
A glamorous mercenary, whose slim and alluring figure was noticeable even under her armor and padding, blocked my path as I headed toward the cabin.
I was initially confused. Then I realized what was happening when I saw her gazing at Edgar’s barely concealed physique through his thin clothing. It made sense—the vigorous mercenaries wouldn’t likely stay cooped up quietly during a long voyage.
It was natural for healthy and energetic people to actively seek attractive companions to pass the boring time.
Before I could even swallow my anxiety, Edgar dismissively ended the conversation.
“No, I can’t. I’m a married man.”
The confident mercenary looked taken aback.
It was understandable. A young married couple like us isn’t a common sight. And if we were really newlyweds, what were we doing here?
Her face looked like she needed an explanation, but it was too complicated to clarify everything, so I chose to walk away.
I thought it was just a passing breeze.
“No, it’s not like that.”
“Of course, it isn’t.”
Olio raised his voice when I denied it with an absurd tone.
“I knew it couldn’t be true. You’re too young to be married unless you were part of some noble family tied up in an arranged marriage.”
“Oh, young master, you really think so?”
“When did I ever say I liked that?”
Olio’s face turned red with anger. I thought he might be the person with the most mood swing of all the people we’ve met on this trip. I downed the rest of my tea, and then he continued, “Well then.”
“If he’s not your husband, then what is his relation to you?”
It was the first time someone had directly asked me what Edgar meant to me. I was suddenly very aware of Edgar Blayden in my heart.
There were many words I could use to describe him: a skilled wizard, the only family I had, and most importantly, the person I harbored an unrequited love for.
But the only word I could express out loud right then was:
“He’s my teacher.”
That was an immutable truth. No matter the emotions I harbored for Edgar, or whether he left my side, our relationship as teacher and pupil remained unchanged.
“What? You look about the same age. At most, he seems just a bit older than you. And he’s your teacher?”
Olio, unable to hide his astonishment, retorted and leaned in aggressively over the table.
It was then that I sensed a disturbance in the flow of magic. Olio’s lips twitched unnaturally, and as he tried to understand what was happening, his eyes widened in shock.
“Ah! Ah, ahh!”
Olio’s body levitated slightly from his chair before crashing down again. An invisible force repeatedly lifted and dropped him. An unknowing onlooker might think he had a seizure.
“My lord, are you alright?!”
The table shook and the surrounding crowd screamed in alarm, but my focus was entirely elsewhere.
“Oh no, this isn’t good. He’s always been frail. Maybe he got too much sun. What should we do?”
“We need to get him to his cabin now. If he has medication, we should…”
The bustling crowd thought Olio was simply experiencing a physical ailment, but I knew this was clearly magic at work.
A deranged wizard was using forces to torment a healthy man.
The only person who could be responsible was nearby.
Following the magical trail, I turned and saw the expected figure standing coldly behind me.
“What on earth is this…”
What was he doing to Olio, an innocent?
My face twisted with anger as I glared sharply. The amethyst eyes that met mine didn’t look away but quivered slightly.
“Edgar, stop!”
Seeing my expression, he turned and fled into the ship. I was flabbergasted. He shouldn’t be the one looking hurt. After all the chaos he’d caused, why did he act the victim?
The most infuriating part was that I couldn’t just leave that shameless bastard alone.
