When Your Secret Crush Wizard Took a Love Potion - Chapter 70
Angel Runport, who had changed her attitude, leapt into Marca’s arms. It seemed less like an impulsive reaction to the dangerous situation and more like a deliberate intention to hold her tightly.
“I was really scared. I’m so happy to see you again.”
“Did it scare you that much?”
Marca, taken aback by the unexpectedly developed relationship, awkwardly returned the embrace. Her face showing a mix of emotions.
“It’s all over now.”
“We’re done for.”
Some of the mercenaries who had followed Marca into the cave clicked their tongues at the scene. Despite being a hired servant in someone else’s home, her soft pink hair and matching beauty, combined with her submissive nature as a maid, had ignited unwholesome desires in the men.
But seeing the two in such a passionate hug made them realize the reality of the situation.
“If the captain is involved, we can’t win.”
“Ugh, I don’t get what’s so great about seeing two women being like that…”
The competent and solid captain seemed to want to find fault in this moment. One mercenary, who had been grumbling about Marca’s gender, raised his eyebrows in surprise.
He blinked several times, thinking he must have seen wrong, but the reality remained unchanged. The mercenary’s face showed a look of horror.
The maid’s tattered dress, ripped around the chest area, clearly revealed her gender. The smooth, toned chest below the collarbones was unmistakable.
“He’s a man?!”
The mercenaries, stunned by the sudden revelation, let out near-screams. The sight of the maid, with long, luscious hair and a demure smile, turning out to be a man was quite the shocking turn of events.
When asked why he dressed in such elaborate maid attire and caused confusion, the response was:
“It’s the natural law for males to adorn themselves beautifully. I simply chose adornments that match my lovely appearance to avoid being eliminated.”
With such a confident attitude and the attire fitting so well, there was no room for dispute. As the atmosphere among the mercenaries grew tense, Marca, still flustered, struggled to detach herself from the leech.
“Let’s get up now.”
“Why? Is it because I’m a man and you don’t like me? Or perhaps… is it the skirt that’s revolting to you?”
“No, it suits you very well. The only problem is, I can’t move like this.”
“Ah, I’m so glad!”
The maid, with a shy smile, looked genuinely happy as he hugged Marca.
Olio Bennett, who had been watching the mercenaries with a sympathetic gaze, approached me. His expression showed a memory of perhaps having once mistakenly thought a beautiful maid was a woman and shyly offered roses, making a confession during his adolescence.
“I’m relieved that nothing serious happened.”
“What about the bandits we were dealing with in the fog? How did they find us?”
The battle had been intense, but Edgar had moved us immediately after clearing the fog, leaving me unsure of what happened next. From the looks of everyone, aside from minor injuries, they were fine, but if the cave we’re in is the bandits’ base, the surviving bandits are likely to return.
“Let’s get out of here for now.”
“It’s fine. No one will come.”
Olio’s oddly confident tone made me look at him with curiosity. He hesitated before speaking.
“It’s because your master… handled everything.”
The word ‘handled’ carried a rather ominous connotation. I was about to ask further when a heavy set of footsteps echoed through the cave.
“I found you.”
The faint magical energy I had sensed earlier in the wind was unmistakably Edgar’s. He stood tall at the entrance of the cave, slowly approaching me.
“I was worried, Chloe.”
“Edgar!”
Although only half a day had passed, it felt like reuniting with someone I hadn’t seen in a long time. I was about to rush to him with joy, but suddenly, an eerie chill ran down my spine.
“I’m fine.”
“Really?”
Edgar’s expression, which I had never seen before, felt incredibly chilling.
“You’re injured.”
He enveloped my hand with his large one, turning my palm upward.
“It looks like you hit the hard cave floor.”
The injury was indeed minor, but Edgar’s deeply serious gaze made it seem as if it wouldn’t be surprising if my insides were about to spill out through the split in my flesh.
He looked like he was dealing with a critically injured patient stubbornly insisting they were fine.
