When Your Secret Crush Wizard Took a Love Potion - Chapter 32
Could I use my magic to push away or shatter this enormous floating stone into manageable pieces so our ship could pass? I thought of the possibilities, but no solutions came to mind.
At best, I might manage to scratch it or cause minor fractures, but that would hardly be of any help.
“I wish it was just a monster to slay….”
The sheer size of the natural formation was breathtaking yet brutally cruel, making humans seem feeble in comparison. My cold, realistic assessment was clear on my face, which Marca eventually picked up on. Her expression turned grave as everyone else around us fell into an uneasy silence.
Suddenly, the clear sky was obscured as dark, ominous clouds rolled in overhead. My vision was plunged into darkness. I couldn’t see anything.
“My God,” someone gasped as they pointed upwards to the clouds covering the sky.
It was light. A brilliant, scattering light that flickers on and off within the dark clouds, turning the sky alternately white and then pitch black as if lightning were flashing directly in our eyes.
Then, in an unexpected moment.
A thunderous roar shook us as lightning cleaved the massive lava rock in front of us into two clean halves.
“A miracle…”
The once clear sky had unexpectedly unleashed a bolt of lightning. Everyone was speechless at the bizarre occurrence.
A faint voice broke the still silence.
“Thank God! It must be the Seraphim watching over us! My prayers last night to keep the lamb safe were not in vain!”
A mercenary, apparently a devout believer who wore a necklace bearing the octagonal cross of the Seraphim, exclaimed this fervently.
“Do people usually shout hallelujah during s-x and call it prayer?”
Quipped another mercenary standing next by. Despite the sarcasm, there was undeniable awe in their eyes as they stared at the split stone. Regardless of the circumstances, the event seemed too divine to be anything but miraculous, and it appeared everyone there felt a profound sense of wonder.
“But it’s incredible, really. What was that lightning? It feels like it must have been a miracle from God.”
“No, it wasn’t.”
Marca, who had been expressing her amazement, looked at me in surprise as I immediately contradicted her.
“It was human power. It was magic.”
Her eyes, wide with shock, followed my gaze to a tall, blonde man standing resolutely nearby.
“Magic?”
She murmured incredulously.
It seemed beyond belief that such a spectacle could be brought by mere human hands. But the Edgar Blayden I knew was precisely that sort of person. To him, casting spells of unimaginable power was as easy and natural as breathing.
Marca’s overt gaze soon made the others on deck aware of who had summoned the lightning. While some marveled and were curious, others reacted with alarm, and still others looked enamored for the first time by the striking features of the man who had usually shrouded himself in robes.
Despite the varied emotions playing across the faces around us, Edgar himself remained stoic, his blond hair fluttering slightly in the breeze.
“Come here, Chloe.”
He called to me, extending his long, pale hand.
“Let’s talk.”
His expression was calm and collected, exactly like the teacher I knew.
* * *
With the giant lava rock now split and out of the way, the crew successfully patched the ship’s breached hull with plywood. Despite the chaotic events, our journey resumed safely.
I had many questions for Edgar.
Has his magic returned to normal? When had he regained the ability to use magic properly? Why did he look so upset now?
‘Could it be that his memory had returned?’
Every time the potion-affected Edgar had clung to me with a foolish grin or a dazed expression, I had scolded him. But now, my heart feels heavy.
Watching his back as he walked ahead of me—a broad back I had followed countless times—it seemed uncharacteristically indifferent now.
