A Deal With The Frigid Wizard - Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Three months later, Jaeha was speechless when she received the trial results. The world was terribly cruel to her, a victim. As she was the youngest, it was difficult to refuse a drink at the dinner party, and she was so drunk that she was nearly raped while mentally and physically weakened, which no one knew about.

The lawyer that the director paid a lot of money for was very competent compared to Jaeha’s lawyer, and the judge clearly favored the director’s hand. The judge acquitted the director, describing the case as a result of inconsistency and misunderstanding in communication. However, he also did not accept the director’s claim of innocence.

The terrible experience that night left only deep wounds in her heart, distrust of the law and society, and an empty bank balance. It was as if she had been utterly defeated. However, the director was a crueler and more terrifying person than Jaeha thought.

The incident was published as an article in an Internet newspaper. The article was written as if to represent the position of the director.

[As the director of an academy said, “Favor has turned into sexual assault.”]

As this spread to men online, Jaeha was treated like a gold digger who sued an innocent man to extort his money. A modern-day witch hunt began. Thousands of comments criticized and swore at her.

There was even a petition on the Blue House (Korean President’s office) website saying that the punishment for false accusations should be strengthened because of these women. People somehow found her email address and cell phone number and started sending her e-mails and messages full of abuse. The reality was too heavy for 28-year-old Jaeha to bear with the passing of the year.

The unresolved anger, sadness, and resentment swallowed up Jaeha little by little. Eventually, six months after the article was published, she completely lost the will to live.

One night in mid-September, when the summer heat had not yet faded. Jaeha chose the early morning hours when people are rare and stood in front of the Han River. The dark blue reflection of the river looked like the river Styx from Greek mythology.

“Yeah, you die and I die.”

A gloomy voice came out of her mouth. The prideful woman’s last resort was to prove her innocence by committing suicide and to remove a little bit of the director’s mask.

If her body is found in the Han River, reporters who were not interested in the explanation will rush in like a swarm of bees. For a stimulating scoop. Jaeha put a bunch of coated paper in the pocket of her trousers, succinctly summarizing the incident.

“Just in case…….”

Considering that her body might not be found for a long time, Jaeha removed her shoes and put the coated paper inside. Having finished her preparations, she walked toward her death on feeble feet, just like that night.

“Huhu…….”

She made up her mind. The moment she was encased in the dark blue water, her tears burst out. But as Jaeha struggled, she continued deeper.

“Bastard, this fucking world!”

Cursing to the end, Jaeha immersed her body in the Han River. The moment the water rose to her head, she automatically closed her eyes tightly. So she couldn’t see anything strange happening to her.

Whiiiipp

There was the sound of a gust of wind, and a blue light began to flow from the bottom of the dark Han River. The sparsely visible blue light soon connected with a line and took on a shape similar to a magic circle. A strong wind blew out from the circular pattern that seemed to absorb anything.

Jaeha had lost consciousness, and her body was swept away by the wind and headed for the magic circle. Her body disappeared as soon as it touched the magic circle. As if she hadn’t been here in the first place.

A few sheets of paper were freed from her pants pocket and floating in the dark blue wave were all the traces that Jaeha left in this world.

* * * 

Latio, a continent that serves Harmonia, the god of harmony, as its main god. The next revered god was Magia, the god of magic. So, wizards enjoyed high social status.

Those who reached the apex of magic were called Archmage. Among the many wizards, there were no more than ten people in a generation who held the archmage title.

Currently, there are five Archmages in the Continent of Latio. Among them was Hisran Ephesion, a golden eyed wizard with a splendid red-haired appearance, a wizard famous as a master of fire magic, a wizard with a selfish and arrogant personality, and lastly, a wizard rumored secretly to be a eunuch.

The reason Hisran attracted a lot of attention compared to other archmages is probably because he was evaluated as the youngest and most capable of the archmages. Not only was he the youngest archmage of this generation, but he was also the only son of the Cainus Empire’s Marquis Ephesion, and he had a beautiful appearance born completely blessed by the God, Magia.

However, there was one thing that Hisran, who seemed as perfect as the incarnation of God, lacked. It was a problem too embarrassing to reveal to others, or even if someone put a knife to his neck, it was a problem that could not be revealed.

‘If this is known to the public, I’m done.’

It looked very good and had no missing parts, but he can’t get an erection when he’s engaged with the ladies! Who can he turn to with this dreadful worry?

‘If the wizards find out, they will do all sorts of research on the relationship between magical powers and erectile dysfunction and write dozens or hundreds of theses!’

It’s terrifying to watch it happen, and what else will the world talk about?

– I thought Sir Hisran would be perfect without any flaws, but in reality, there, there…… pfft.

– Is the Archmage a level that can only be climbed if other parts can’t rise?

– To have an erection or magic? That’s a hard question!

Reactions of people come to mind naturally. It would have been better to incinerate himself with the high-level fire magic of Hell Fire if he had to listen to them. So Hisran tried to solve this problem on his own without telling anyone about it.

‘It’s not that I have a problem, but maybe it’s because I can’t meet someone of the opposite sex who is attractive enough for it to stand?’

There’s nothing wrong with pitching a tent in the morning.

Hisran met numerous women through meetings with nobles, meetings with wizards, and personal meetings. There was no woman who refused to meet him and all had the full measure of attractive conditions for the opposite sex. But neither a woman with a pretty face, a woman with a body that kills, nor a woman with honey in her voice could lift Hisran’s heart, or his penis. Hisran hid his identity with polymorph magic, just in case, and met a man.

‘Fuck.’

Thanks to that man, he learned one thing. At least he didn’t lean toward the same gender. A naked woman is an eye-catcher, but the sight of a man’s naked body made him nauseous the moment he saw it.

‘Maybe I have a bit of a peculiar disposition? Excited only in certain conditions or situations?’

So, he used various tools and drugs, such as an expensive magic whip with weak healing magic, handcuffs that can adjust the length freely, and a potion that makes the other person passionately covet even an inanimate appurtenance. He spent the night trying out various positions with a partner.

Simply put, the results were all useless. Hisran’s penis showed no sign of enlarging, even if he beat the other person with a whip, even if he got beaten, even if he ate the potion that makes all the women startled, even if a beautiful woman stroked him with a gentle hand, and put it in her mouth and sucked it.

‘It stands only half as much as pitching a tent in the morning!’

The women who had started out fascinated by Hisran, who used polymorph magic to supplement that certain softness, later stared at it with cold, sunken eyes.

‘What is this, it’s just a façade but it’s empty.’

‘That’s why there seems to be a saying that even God doesn’t know until the end of death.’

From the eyes and words of the women, a mixture of embarrassment, sympathy, and ridicule poured like cold water on Hisran. It was an added bonus that he felt he was a loser in life. Fortunately, Hisran Ephesion’s honor was not damaged, as he was lucky enough to pass the event in a polymorphic form.

‘What the hell, what’s the matter!’

Why should one genius wizard like himself suffer from such a small, important but insignificant problem like erectile dysfunction?

It might not be a problem if he were to give up desire, but Hisran was too young to be detached from it. He was a youth in his twenties, his blood was boiling in full swing as a man. He had no intention of giving up.

‘On the honor of the Archmage, I will surely solve this problem!’

Burning with desire, Hisran who was the master of the Red Tower located in the southern part of the Continent of Latio, and despite his busyness, he left the Red Tower for about a month to conduct a secret study in a private space. With a commitment to properly erect his penis during sexual intercourse.

‘To say that you can only become an Archmage with erectile dysfunction is a lie! How many women are embraced in the Blue Tower?’

Sjord, an archmage like Hisran and the master of the Blue Tower, was a well-known playboy among wizards as well as the general public. With his handsome face and devotion to his manly appearance, he spread countless rumors of rumors everywhere he went, creating young girls who became prisoners of love. Sjord was a strange contrast to Hisran from head to toe.

While Hisran came from a prestigious family, he was an orphan. If Siord was a handsome man who boasted a strong physique like a knight even though he was a wizard, Hisran was a handsome man with a slender physique. If Hisran had black hair and gold eyes, Sjord had blue hair and silver eyes. So the two wizards naturally were the subject of comparisons by the common people.