When Your Secret Crush Wizard Took a Love Potion - Chapter 74
“Let’s stop with the boring jokes, Orzen. The real reason we came to find you is something else.”
I was slightly surprised by the calm and measured tone of Edgar’s voice. It seemed a bit out of character for him, who had been spouting unrealistic notions like it being a honeymoon trip since we set off.
Noticing my puzzled look, Edgar gave a small, wry smile.
“…Chloe and I are planning to get married. I’d like your help with that.”
Just when I thought he was finally making some sense, it turned out to be more nonsense.
“Well, I lack those skills. But given your penchant for decoration and your experiences with high society, you could certainly host a splendid wedding.”
“Of course. It’ll be more impressive than anything you could manage in your secluded life in the mountains.”
“Then please, I can’t wait to officially announce to everyone that Chloe and I are lovers.”
Before I could say a word, the situation progressed quickly. Orzen, who had been dozing off while I was talking, finally took Edgar’s words seriously despite her apparent disinterest.
“Alright, fine. I owe you for past favors, so I’ll grant your wish.”
There was no time to argue or protest. Orzen, with her beautifully flowing golden hair, plucked a few strands and used magic to transform them into dozens of attendants. Each one, resembling Orzen with golden hair and eyes, was strikingly beautiful.
But their gaze towards me was unsettlingly fanatical.
“Stop right there! Don’t come any closer!”
Dozens of hands reached out simultaneously, gripping my arms as I recoiled in fear.
“Planning a wedding requires a lot of preparation, especially if you want it to be beautiful. Brace yourself, darling.”
Orzen, with a graceful smile, seemed to find my situation amusing as she watched me being restrained.
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Since being abandoned by my parents at a young age, I have lived half my life as a wizard under Edgar’s tutelage.
Magic is a high-dimensional force that’s incredibly difficult to master, even if studied from birth to death. Without a basic talent for sensing and perceiving magical power, no amount of effort will yield proportional results.
As I grew and developed under the guidance of my steadfast teacher, I became somewhat complacent, feeling confident in my abilities. Though I knew I couldn’t match my teacher’s skill, I believed I was quite talented as a wizard and had a solid understanding of the magical arts.
However, I was gravely mistaken.
“Shall we head to the dressing room?”
The space transformed freely according to the needs of its owner. Just as Orzen entered, the previously plain wall instantly changed into a door leading to the dressing room she intended to visit.
The space expanded and contracted, sometimes revealing a path to an outdoor garden or, as now, offering a door to a desired room, making the house seem almost like a living creature.
The sight was breathtaking, and as a wizard, it was even more awe-inspiring.
Was this the difference between dragons and humans? Given their lifespan that easily surpasses a century, it seemed almost natural. No matter how hard we try, human lifespan is short and bound by unchangeable limits.
When the difference becomes so pronounced, feelings of jealousy or envy fade, replaced by a scholarly curiosity akin to a researcher unraveling a mystery. While my heart longs to delve into magical formulas, the reality was quite different.
“Don’t take it off!”
That wasn’t the real problem, though.
After being somewhat forcibly dragged by the attendants to the dressing room, I found myself inside a partition covered with elaborate fabric. The dresses brought by the beaming attendants were stunningly beautiful.
As I hesitated, trying to back out, the skillful hands of the attendants quickly stripped me down to my underwear.
“Alright, I’ll wear it. I said I’ll put it on myself! Wait, what are you touching?”
Their hands, brushing my bare skin and boldly reaching into my g***n to adjust the puffed-up skirt, made my head spin.
By the time I regained my composure, the attendants had successfully dressed me and were enthusiastically praising me with their hands clasped together.
