When Your Secret Crush Wizard Took a Love Potion - Chapter 43
“Thank you!”
Before the curtain fell on the play, all the actors rushed out, clasping hands and bowing to the audience. It was then that a brilliant idea struck me.
Years ago, when my magical skills were still developing, I stumbled upon a light-based spell while experimenting. This spell created a spectacular burst of light that shot up into the sky like fireworks, scattering radiant beams in every direction.
Although visually stunning, the spell had no combat use as the light faded quickly. It seemed the perfect way to enhance the finale of this wonderful play.
Without hesitation, I positioned myself behind the stage area and began casting the spell. Soon, a brilliant white light exploded like a firework.
“Wow!”
Initially startled by the unexpected burst of light, the crowd soon lost themselves in awe. The dazzling streams of light painting the sky were undeniably breathtaking.
Even I was impressed by the beauty of my own spell.
The actors on stage were no less astonished; they all gaped up at the sky, but Oz, who played the protagonist, was the only one who smiled at me, quickly realizing I was behind the magic.
“…..”
I could clearly read Oz’s lips from the front row, even if she didn’t speak out loud.
‘Thank you.’
As the radiant beams traced through the sky like shooting stars and then faded into the darkness, the area resounded with joy. The cheers and laughter filled my ears. It gave me a sense of unity I had never felt before. It was as if I had snuggled into a warm bed, my body pulsing with life.
“Adventurer, over here!”
After the play, while the audience had dispersed, the local villagers gathered in the central square to continue the festival. The surrounding shops were bustling with people enjoying food and drink, already filling up the spaces.
As I approached the waving hand, Oz, bubbly with excitement, leaped into my arms.
“That was truly amazing! I’ve never seen such a magnificent sight!”
“Oz, try to calm down. You might startle the wizard,” said the innkeeper.
She had come up beside us, trying to soothe the excited child. She looked disheveled as if she had rushed here right after the play.
“I’ve heard everything from Oz. Thank you sincerely for your care, wizard.”
The innkeeper bowed deeply and expressed her sincere gratitude. Although it was my fault for almost setting the inn on fire with my magic, she was truly moved.
“It’s been a while since I’ve seen Oz this happy. Thank you for showing such kindness in my place, as I’ve been too busy to give proper attention.”
Her eyes teary as she repeatedly nodded in thanks. Despite her busy life, it was clear she deeply cared for her child.
That sight once again felt amazing. Just because one is a parent doesn’t mean they love their children unconditionally.
It reminded me painfully of my own childhood.
I remember that day vividly. The day I was mercilessly abandoned in the forest, not yet ten years old, led by the hands of my own parents.
My father, always out gambling, and my mother, who would return from meeting other men and lash out at me over the mess at home, never cared whether I ran, limped, or went hungry.
That day, strangely, they were kinder.
I followed them into the forest, heart fluttering with excitement, but the path led to nothing.
I accepted being abandoned quickly, but struggling to accept that I was never loved was harder.
“How long will you cry?”
And then he appeared before me as I wandered the dark forest, tears streaming down my face.
His amethyst eyes—a mix of curiosity and chilling indifference—looked down on me, perhaps marking the start of my unrequited love.
“Chloe?”
Pulled back to reality by the warmth encircling my hand, I blinked slowly, clearing the haze from my vision to see Edgar looking at me with concern.
“Sometimes, we know someone’s feelings without them having to say anything.”
Edgar had said. And he was right. Since he had taken the love potion, his amethyst eyes had become like a calm, clear lake, transparently showing his emotions, making it impossible not to understand them.
At this moment, Edgar Blayden loves me.
