Chapter 188 (2/2)

However, Wavier was somehow mesmerized by her the moment their gazes met.

The eyes shining with brilliance, the teasing shape of her nose and the way her crescent brows shot up when she noticed him in a daze—it was as though Cupid had shot an arrow right through his heart.

I wonder where she is now? Is she hurt by any of the Magicians? Did she…kill anyone? Many possibilities flashed through his mind. He felt terrible.

Suddenly, a voice rang in his ear. “Sir? Sir?”

“Oh?” Wavier was jolted out of his thoughts and looked up at the servant.

“The master is awake. You may visit him now.”

“Oh, alright,” Wavier replied as he put away the magic book that he had barely read. He followed the servant into his master’s room.

Hanlott’s room was simply decorated. He had never been one that liked extravagance or wasteful designs. Minimalist and a basic lifestyle was something that he had always believed in. His favorite robe was the plain, white robe that he was currently wearing.

The moment he saw his talented disciple, Hanlott smiled. “Sit, my dear lad.”

He liked to call the young Magicians that he was close to lads. He admired the youthful vigor that was emanating from them.

Wavier sat on a wooden stool beside the bed and said, “Master, I heard that the investigative team suffered great losses this time around.”

Hanlott’s face sank upon hearing this news. He nodded. “The demon is strong.”

“Did we kill the demon?” Wavier asked.

Hanlott shook his head. “We seriously injured one of them. However, the demon had two other companions. Despite activating the Sealing Barrier spell, we were unable to stop them from escaping.”

“Did…did they see the female demon?” This was not a question befitting of the situation, but Wavier could not resist.

Hanlott frowned and stared hard at Wavier, speaking in a serious tone, “Young lad, that is a dangerous thought.”

“Master…” Wavier tried to explain himself but was interrupted by Hanlott.

The old man’s face had a strict and grave expression; his eyes shone with the bladed resolve he once had in his youthful days. “Wavier, you have a bright future; do not ruin it! I want you to swear in the name of the God of Light. Swear that you will never be entangled with that demon woman!”

“Master!” Wavier wanted to defend himself, but Hanlott continued staring at him with a stern expression.

In this mental battle, Wavier eventually gave in and whispered, “In the name of the God of Light, I swear, that I will never have any contact with that demon woman. If I ever see her, I will…kill her without any thought.”

Hanlott was finally satisfied. He patted Wavier on the shoulders and said, “Good, young lad. Remember, the more beautiful a demon, the more charming and sinister she is. People who are charmed by these vicious creatures usually don’t have good endings. I do not want my talented disciple to fall under the hands of a demon.”

“Thank you, Master.” Wavier felt slightly frustrated, though he also felt gratitude for his master’s guidance.

“Alright, go focus on your magic research. Try to get to Level-6 fast and become a Master. Don’t let the complacent bastards at East Cove Higher Magic Academy look down on us.” Hanlott said as he patted Wavier on the shoulders as a form of encouragement.

Wavier nodded his head and left Hanlott’s room. When he closed the door behind him, he sighed and felt the energy leaking out of his body. It was as though he had lost something of great importance in his life.

She is a demon; it is impossible between the both of us…forget about it. Wavier shook his head and continued walking towards the library.

…

Opal City, Market. A common residential house.

Although the Magicians had found some of her traces, Celine had not left Opal City, not even the crowded market area. She merely changed her hiding spot.

It was indeed dangerous to stay so close to the Magician Alliance. However, those Magicians were also her guardians. Their presence would ensure that the demons behind her would not do anything rash.

Celine was on the second floor of the house, nursing her injured arm. This was an injury caused by a spiraling magic knife last afternoon. The injury was extremely deep—so much so that the bones were visible. Fortunately, the Magicians had arrived on time and saved her from her predicament. If not, she would have already been sent back to the abyss.

The wound was stained with the aura of the abyss, and the surrounding flesh had been corroded. She had to cut these pieces flesh off quickly, or she would go insane from the effects of the aura.

Using her knife, she carefully chipped at the pieces of rotten flesh around her wound. This was extremely painful, causing her to shiver uncontrollably with cold sweat on her forehead. However, she gritted her teeth and held on until she was sure that all the corroded flesh was removed. Only then did she lean on the wall feebly and sigh.

She briefly tied her hair which was drenched in perspiration and stared at the roof with her pair of beautiful, moist eyes. There was a spider web in the corner of the roof which had caught an unsuspecting bug. Despite the worm’s painful struggle, it seemed to be unable to escape from its predicament. Meanwhile, the spider was closing in on its prey.

Am I the bug who has been caught in the web?

Celine felt devastated. She was all alone in this world in her struggles. Her only friend was all the way in the North and would not be able to come to her aid. She was almost at the limit.

Link, what should I do? A dark-haired young guy seemed to appear right in front of her eyes. At the same time, she seemed to hear his voice whispering, “One cannot choose their own birthright, but they can choose the path they want to take.”

But why is my path so rugged and winding? Celine closed her eyes as a teardrop flowed down her cheek.