Chapter 18: Never Blaspheme a Woman (1/2)

”Wh-what is this?” a guard screamed, before anyone could understand the situation the darkness devoured the sky. The stars vanished and the moon faded.

The campfire burning at the centre extinguished as if someone had poured water on it.

”What is happening?!” another guard asked. However, no one replied, as horror had muddled their senses.

In no time everything soaked in darkness, their own hands were hard to see. At this moment Oswyn rushed out of the tent and looked at the sky with wide eyes. Looking at the darkness his body shivered, fear appeared on his face for the first time.

”Third level spell!!” His body quivered, but then he said. ”No, it is not an attacking spell, but a support type.”

Oswyn peered in front of him and saw a shadow strolling at him out of the bushes. ”Who are you?” he asked vigilantly.

”Heh? You dare to kidnap my wife but you still don't know who I am?” the man sneered.

”Yo-you are Magnus?” Oswyn asked with a blank face but then denied. ”How is that possible?! Magnus is just a lowly elementary mage. You are definitely stronger than him!”

”They say ignorance is bliss, but for you? Ignorance will be the worst nightmare.”

”Hmph, we will see!!” Oswyn said in annoyance. It was the second time someone had called him ignorant. A large fireball formed on his hand. Then it started to shrink, he was compressing it!

”Take this!” Oswyn shouted and threw the compressed fireball at Magnus. All the guards backed away in fear. No one wanted to entangle in the fight.

At Oswyn's attack, Magnus snorted in disdain and lifted his arm. The darkness from everywhere started to gather. Not around him but around the fireball Oswyn had thrown at him.

Magnus lifted his hand and clutched it into a fist. Then shockingly, the ball shattered and extinguished before disappearing into nothingness.

Oswyn looked in front of him with mouth agape and found it hard to believe that his attack was nullified just like that. Though the spell seemed simple it was highly compressed. Not many [Second Level Mage] could take that attack head-on, but Magnus made it disappear like a wisp.

”Who are you!?” he lost his composure at last. How could an elementary mage do something Magnus just did?

”Oh, I'm just a lowly elementary mage.” He sneered at Oswyn.

”Hmph,” Oswyn grunted and unsheathed the sword. ”If you don't want to speak, I will make you do.”

”Magic Artifact?” Magnus squinted, looking at the shining weird with interest, but then shook his head. ”Just a level two artefact and you are already acting in such a cocky manner as if it was a divine weapon.”

”It is enough to take you down,” scoffed Oswyn. However this time his voice was missing the confidence he had previously.

Who is he?

Is he really her husband?

Impossible!

I have already checked everything about him, he is just an elementary mage!

Then who is this guy?

Oswyn thought about it for a moment and probed. ”Friend, I suggest you not to make us your enemy. Not even the [Magic Association] would dare to utter a word in our king's presence. Our king is benevolent and he would definitely reward you if you help us. What do you say?”