When Your Secret Crush Wizard Took a Love Potion - Chapter 65
Edgar, who had seemingly been waiting for me to look back, immediately smiled and waved one hand as soon as our eyes met. He looked quite dazed.
Though he had been obsessively watching me from earlier, he wasn’t the source of the suspicious feeling I had experienced. It suddenly hit me that the once faint mist had thickened to the point where I could barely see in front of me.
The forest, which had been shrouded in a light mist, had taken on a chilling atmosphere. The sound of leaves rustling in the wind echoed eerily, like someone’s sobbing, heightening the unnerving tension.
Just then, a sharp voice cut through the silence.
“Ambush! Take your positions!”
The mercenary captain, who had been keeping a vigilant watch, gave the warning quickly. However, the thick fog made it nearly impossible for the team to assess the situation or even distinguish their own hands.
“Everyone, arm yourselves and stay alert!”
As expected, the source of the attack was a shadowy, unknown figure—monsters. Through the hazy mist, shapes resembling wolves with gleaming sharp teeth could be seen charging toward us. Despite the obscured visibility, they seemed to be werewolves.
“Where’s the young master…!”
“Shh!”
I urgently covered the maid’s mouth. The louder the noise, the greater the risk of becoming a target. Angel’s face was pale as though she might collapse, but she seemed to understand from my gaze and immediately silenced herself.
She had accompanied her master merely to serve, with no skills in swordsmanship or magic, and would understandably be terrified and unfamiliar with combat against monsters.
“Your young master should be safe.”
For mercenaries, the safety of the client is the top priority. Marca’s commanding voice, cutting through the fog, suggested that there was no need to worry about the young master.
What mattered now was assessing the situation and responding accordingly.
“Everyone! Attack the mouth!”
As I began casting water-based magic, I raised my voice to inform the team of the werewolves’ weak spot. The werewolves’ thick outer hide was nearly impervious to ordinary swords, but the flesh inside their mouths was as tender as a child’s palm.
‘Is Edgar safe?’
Even though I knew Edgar’s skills better than anyone after spending so much time together and receiving his teachings, I couldn’t help but feel anxious about this large-scale monster attack. It was a first for me, after all.
Just moments ago, everything had seemed manageable. Yet now, no matter how much I squinted, I couldn’t even see Edgar’s shadow through the thick mist.
The fact that I couldn’t see anything in front of me was incredibly frustrating. The dense fog wasn’t clearing with any amount of wind. Using fire-based magic to clear the fog would have been ideal, but the surrounding terrain made that risky. Setting the forest on fire could lead to uncontrollable damage. It was like trying to kill a bedbug by burning down the house.
For now, I had to deal with the monsters attacking us.
“Ice Bolt!”
I launched cones of ice, both large and small. The werewolves’ movements were faster than expected, making it hard to hit them. Fortunately, one of the werewolves, with its mouth open wide as if to bite my thigh, took a direct hit to the roof of its mouth.
Success. I exhaled in relief and was about to target another monster.
“Wizard! Over there!”
Angel Runport urgently grabbed my sleeve and pointed.
I was baffled by what I saw. The werewolf I hit with my magic was unusually unaffected.
“What’s going on? Why isn’t the attack working at all?”
I wasn’t the only one caught off guard by the unexpected turn of events; mercenaries in the fog were also shouting in surprise.
‘This is strange.’
Usually, monsters lack intelligence, and werewolves, with their animalistic forms, are especially low on smarts. The idea of werewolves understanding the terrain and using the fog to their advantage was as absurd as a bear performing tricks.
Why did it take me so long to realize this? A sinister premonition, almost instinctual, crawled up my spine. My intuition was screaming that something was off.
Were we, perhaps, caught in a trap set by someone?
“Everyone, be careful! The enemy isn’t just werewolves!”
Marca had noticed another shadow emerging from the thick fog, but it was already too late.
