Chapter 11 (1/2)

Translator and Editor: Effe and Nabi

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As she ate while listening to Hisran’s murmuring like background music, all the plates were bottomed out.

After you eat, you should drink coffee. And so, Jaeha asked the rabbit doll in a cautious voice, and the doll immediately brought two cups of warm coffee.

“Will this work?”

Hisran asked as he set the coffee down on the table.

“What?”

“Coffee or tea should go with dessert.”

To that opinion, she had no choice but to agree.

“I’m just a guest, so I was too embarrassed to ask for this and that, right?”

“Hey, what’s the burden between us?”

As Jaeha tried to reply, ‘We’ve only been together for one night, right?’ she then stopped.

‘Because I don’t have to be offended before the dessert comes in front of me.’

The rabbit doll brought a fresh cream cake topped with strawberries, colorful macarons, and dacquoise in various flavors. The feast of luxurious desserts was pleasing to the eye.

“See, it’s good that our values ​​for food fit so well.”

“Your mother and deputy masters must have unusual tastes.”

Jaeha simply referred to the other’s mother as her custom in Korea, though to Hisran, the words came to him quite differently.

In this class-based society, there were only a limited number of people who could call the Marchioness, like Hisran’s mother, ‘mother.’ Could be a noble Lord who boasts a strong friendship with both Marquisate Ephesion and Hisran, or the prospective daughter-in-law.

He felt a bit strange. It seemed that he became more and more curious about the woman in front of him.

Hisran opened his mouth, picking up a macaron made to be easily swallowed in one bite with his white, fine fingers.

“I talked a lot during the meal, so now, let’s talk about you. Don’t just steal my personal information.”

“Look at this man. When did I ask you to talk?”

“You already heard it.”

“Hmm…”

Jaeha glanced into the black coffee and fell into her thoughts.

Unlike Hisran’s story, which was calm and full of small pleasures, the story of her life is depressing and sad.

“It’s not a soft story like you. You might feel bad after hearing it.”

“If it’s a gloomy story, isn’t now the right time? There will be sweet desserts in front of you.”

At his insignificant response, her heart swayed slightly. It may not be an appropriate metaphor, but wouldn’t it be similar to lamenting to a stranger on a trip?

Life stories were often difficult to tell to people who had even a little bit of acquaintance, but to those who do not have any acquaintances, it was something that can be confided openly.

“I don’t think I’m as lucky as you are.”

She started her story in a low voice.

From a family that didn’t get along well, to greedy relatives, to the difficulties in finding a job that made people desperate, to the hardships she felt while teaching children as an academy teacher. However, she did not tell him about the men who flirted with her and sometimes even sexually harassed her and about the case of the head of the academy’s attempted sexual assault.

“…I wanted to quit because life was so hard and difficult. So, I threw myself into the river, and when I woke up, I saw you in front of me. How the hell did I even come here? You are a wizard. Do you have any guesses?”

Hisran, whose expression changed moment by moment as he listened to Jaeha’s story, which was stained with hardship and sorrow, thought of an assumption in her last words.

‘…Her negative will added to my magical powers, so the dimensional door opened for a moment.’

Last night he boasted about his skills being good, although in fact, Hisran continued to be puzzled.

The amount of magic must have been insufficient, but the reason for the dimensional gate opening and even summoning of humans.

The energy dissolved in nature, mana, could exert a powerful power depending on how it was used. The swordsman used mana to unleash an aura through the sword, and the wizard converted mana into magical powers.

It was the intense will or soul of the living being that exerted great power as much as mana, the universal energy, or even more. The warlocks who followed Tumor, the god of black magic and anger, preferred to use the will or soul of a creature as a source of power rather than mana.

In order to use mana to practice magic, it was necessary to undergo considerable training and it was easy to show limitations due to the problem of mana handling qualities, but black magic that consumes the will or soul of other creatures as energy was different.

As a certain amount of training was required, compared to normal magic, it was only a child’s level. In addition, depending on the level of will or soul used as energy, it was able to go beyond the limits of power.

There were quite a few people on this continent who wanted to learn black magic because of the advantage of being able to wield enormous power without hard work and effort, but all of them were a thing of the past.

After the God Tumor, who can be said to be the spiritual leader of the warlocks, tried to rule this continent, though he was defeated and sealed by the union of other Gods including Harmonia, the warlocks were heavily oppressed in all countries of the continent.