A Deal With The Frigid Wizard - Chapter 42

Chapter 42

“Welcome.”

While watching Hisran welcoming guests with a broad smile, the brows of Siord of the Blue Tower and Irina of the White Tower frowned slightly.

More than two and a half months have passed since the last time they saw him lying like a corpse in the Holy Land of Black Magic, he seemed to have fully recovered. However, except for the psychological part.

‘What is this man?’

‘Is it a side effect of dying and coming back to life…?’

The Hisran they know isn’t the kind of person who would welcome guests so kindly.

Although he couldn’t run away because of the Tower Master, they, at least, thought he would have a wrinkled face. Irina, who was glancing at Zephiroth standing behind her, tried to question him with her eyes.

Though when she saw Zephiroth also staring at Hisran with a shaky face, she stopped.

‘Two hours, patience, reward, marriage, shortened to three hundred days, I can do it!’

Only Loretta, the Black Tower Master, who had read some of Hisran’s thoughts through mind-reading, had a strange smile.

* * *

Jaeha came back safely, and her condition was fine.

Hisran was pleased. He was really pleased, but… After she disappeared, it was terrifying to clean up on what he had done in his half-crazy past or to deal with the remnants of the warlock.

The twin brothers, Zephiroth and Zeyran, who had served as the deputy masters during his absence, seemed to have lost their compassion as human being. As soon as they confirmed that he had woken up, they were busy dumping the mountain of work on him.

“You guys? I—I just woke up!”

“Anyway, opening your eyes like this means that you have recovered. So, read this document first. Hurry. And if you have a conscience as a person, don’t look for me for at least a week after the handover.”

“Don’t look for me either. If you find us, we will self-destruct.”

This meant that the burden of work on the Ligner twins was considerable. And the burden now began to weigh heavily on Hisran’s shoulders.

“AAAHH…!”

During the two days of the handover, Hisran’s screams continued to flow from the office. As soon as he woke up, he faced an unexpected situation, so it was fortunate that he applied soundproofing and locking magic and ate Jaeha first.

He endured it because he had a little bit of hunger filled, otherwise he would have burned down the two deputy masters or the Red Tower.

As soon as the Ligner twins finished handing over, they left the Red Tower without looking back.

“Cheer up. Do you know that if you focus during the day and finish your work, there will be some fun things to do at night?”

“Jaeha, you can’t say that.”

Fun things at night…? The meaning of the words as Jaeha patted him on the shoulder as if encouraging him was clear.

Hisran, gathering all of his wills, started a war between work and documents.

The Tower Master and the Deputy Masters were definitely different.

If Zephiroth properly switched between high and low fires, and Zeyran was a steady-burning medium fire, Hisran was a large fire. The unrelenting fire devoured not only the Red Tower wizards under his command but also outsiders.

“Count Haydn, don’t you see how absurdly they thank the Red Tower now…? Strictly speaking, the fact that you haven’t been able to discover the holy land of those rats is the problem of the Imperial Wizards and the Capital Guard. The Red Tower wasn’t in charge of security.”

Hisran’s reproachful words poured into the Empire’s dark magic investigation team, which had been annoyed by wizards by giving thanks for the Red Tower recently. Count Haydn, who had his head stiffened in front of Zephiroth and Zeyran, was sweating profusely while making excuses.

Even the Count, who had established some power in the capital, had no chance in front of a man whose background was Marquisate Ephesion and who had built up terrible notoriety of ‘human disaster’ and ‘tyrant of fire.’

“If the Count keeps coming up like this, I will think of something. I think I heard that the captain of the Capital guard is the Count’s in-law’s house, shall we take a look?”

The world often required something other than common sense, logic, and meticulous care, and Zephiroth wisely left all necessary tasks to Hisran. Thanks to this, the Red Tower burned brightly every day.

Still, the faces of the Red Tower wizards became better than before.

Even though his personality was a bit harsh, he did not wield his power recklessly against wizards or ordinary people in the Red Tower. Of course, it was safe to say that the occasional baptism of fireballs on Red Tower wizards was an expression of affection unique to wizards—like an icy dagger flying in the blue tower.

It was limited to the imperial family and nobles, who took advantage of his powerful background and notoriety to press down Hisran by trivial matters. Although his temper was dirty, he was a wall of fire that reliably protected the Red Tower.

So, after he woke up, the Red Tower wizards must have brightened up like children who had their parents back.

During the day, the Red Tower was burnt down, and at night the bed was burned. Hisran, like a beast, embraced Jaeha, who never pushed him, and buried himself in her sweet skin, relieving his stress from work and paperwork.

“Haa, why are you getting sweeter and sweeter?”

No matter how much he dug into the upper or lower mouth, he was thirsty and lacking. His heart swelled with one kiss from her, and his lower body melted with a single movement of the waist.

After sharing a passionate love with Jaeha, his physical condition improved beyond just a good night’s sleep. With a fresher head and body, he watched the work of the Red Tower and embraced Jaeha passionately again at night.

Eventually, while he was burning hot day and night, his overdue work was dealt with one by one.

Exactly a week later, Zephiroth returned to the Red Tower and smiled at the status of his work. Most of the things that were difficult to handle with his common sense, logic, and meticulousness were mostly solved. It was a smile like the one in charge of the administration of the Red Tower.

‘Oh, wait!’

Hisran did most of the work diligently thanks to his apologetic heart towards the deputy masters and the rewards offered by Jaeha, although as the quarterly meeting of the Tower Master approached, he gave up his habit and started planning to escape.

‘I don’t know Loretta, though I don’t want to see Siord and Irina’s faces for a while—No, forever!’

He wished he had woken up, leaving only his memories of Jaeha and his family and forgetting the rest. When the problem that had driven his heart to the brink was resolved, Hisran’s mind was disturbed by the way he behaved differently in front of the Blue, White, and Black Tower Wizards in order to receive support.

‘Ugh, what will they say when they meet me this time…’

He had to escape.

In fact, seeing Loretta was not very comfortable either. He then remembered kneeling without hesitation in front of Siord and Irina, in front of Loretta, he remembered crying profusely because of the psychic magic.

Hisran’s face heated up.

‘I’m not at all ready to see them again…!’

It was the Red Tower’s turn to hold the meeting of the Tower Masters. If it was opened in another Magic Tower, it would have been perfect for pretending to go there and run away.

Hisran, who had been glancing at the wizards who were close with Zephiroth, Zeyran and the Tower Master, made a decision three days before the meeting of the Tower Masters. He was planning to run away with a letter on the desk in his office…

“Jae, Jae-ha?”

He encountered an unexpected ambush.

‘No—!’

He thought that Zephiroth and Zeyran, who knew his personality well, had a weak monitoring. They must have been planning to present Jaeha, whom he could not win against no matter what, unless she was on the bed.

He got blown away.

“Are you going to run away?”

Jaeha, with her arms crossed, spoke in a slightly subdued voice. At that, he gently raised his arms as a sign of surrender.

“At least, not tonight. I was caught by you.”

“Hmm…”

Coming closer to him, she pulled his robe slightly and met his gaze.

Small, cute lips were opened.

“Why?”

“What? I didn’t get along very well with the Blue Tower Master in the first place…”

“Isn’t it because of me?”

Jaeha gazed at Hisran and asked.

“Is it because of you? What nonsense is that?”

“When I was kidnapped, I heard that you bend your pride and ask other tower masters for help. So, you don’t want to see their faces, do you?”

There was a bitter expression on her face as she said that.

There seemed to be mixed feelings of guilt. Seeing this, Hisran’s heart sank. The first was resentful of the two deputy masters, who supposedly have talked to her in a useless way, and the second was resentful of himself.

‘If I do this, I’m making Jaeha feel guilty.’

Let’s think carefully. Was it so shameful to get down on his knees for Jaeha? Was it so shameful to show tears in front of others out of caring for and loving her…? In the end, it was a problem stemming from his pride.

After attaining enlightenment, Hisran scolded himself and carefully embraced Jaeha.

Delicious ripe fruit flavor. Her subtle scent, which he felt from her, tickled the tip of his nose pleasantly.

“Oh, it’s a misunderstanding.”

“…I don’t think so.”

“Ask Zeppy or Zey. Siord and I were originally like dogs and cats. It’s a meeting of the Tower Master, well, I tried to skip it often before.”

“….”

“Rather, thanks to you, I think my relationship with Siord has improved a bit. I was so busy with work these days that I just wanted to take a break, but since you misunderstood needlessly, I have no choice but to attend.”