It really didn’t feel good.
It was a sensation as a sorcerer. The result of this would be a nightmare beyond my boundaries.
That crazy woman had to be stopped.
No, in fact, I couldn’t be sure if that was the right thing to do.
Carthahena Felleryon looked like neither a woman nor a human being.
From Carthahena Felleryon, it wasn’t disgust towards an evil human that felt more primitive and fundamental fear.
“All magic comes with the risk of backlash. Magic that uses human lives as a price will inevitably demand a corresponding price.”
This kind of common-sense statement might not be convincing, but I said it anyway.
And it was true. Every sorcerer feared the backlash.
Magic was a force based on the client’s emotions. It was as fluid and unpredictable as that. While magic didn’t distinguish between good and evil, it was natural to fear impure desires.
And what Carthahena was doing now couldn’t simply be called impure. It needed a far more horrific adjective.
“You said your skills are the best. Didn’t you say that with excellent skills, there would be no backlash?”
“There should be some limit to that too.”
Bardim sighed helplessly.
“Do you think forcing a spell to be created will work properly?”
“Create it earnestly, then.”
Carthahena laughed wickedly.
“If someone like you were to cry and beg for mercy, you’d become earnest too.”
“What—”
“Light it.”
The following words were directed at Ternaden.
Ternaden lit the candle to heat the box.
Twitch. The mice inside the box scratched it with their claws.
“Ahh! Please save me, Lady Lascilia! Please save me, Sorcerer! Please, I beg you!”
Flota, terrified to the point of death, poured out screams with tears.
“Mad… No spell can be completed like this. Do you really not know that?”
Bardim muttered in disbelief, and Carthahena smirked at him.
“Ahh! No! Go away! Please! Save me! Ahhh!”
Flota, half out of her mind, twisted her body.
“Ahh! You asked! Ah! Ahhh!”
“…Tsk.”
Bardim shut his eyes tightly.
This spell would undoubtedly fail.
But he couldn’t just stand by. Even if it wasn’t stabbing her with his own hands, he was the one who could save that woman’s life.
“Damn it! Fine, I’ll do it! I’ll accept the request! Just don’t kill her!”
“Faster than I thought.”
Carthahena lazily opened her mouth, and Ternaden quickly extinguished the flame. He removed the box tied to Flota’s crying body.
“Guh, ugh…”
Flota’s sobbing seemed to melt into part of the torture chamber.
Following that, Bardim, who had been released from the chains, sat on the floor and glared at Carthahena.
In truth, he didn’t have the strength to stand on both feet.
“Take the client to the appropriate place. Confirm the contents of the request. Can we complete the spell like this?”
“No. Stop joking around. I won’t fall for it this time.”
Carthahena’s eyes glared fiercely.
“A body with my mark. That’s my spell.”
“…Damn.”
Bardim, biting down hard on his lower lip, raised his hands, soaked in blood. Although there was blood, there were no wounds on both arms, following Carthahena’s instructions. The blood came from different places.
“Just so you know, dreadful repercussions will follow. Whether for the client or for me.”
“Either cast the spell or make it.”
“…”
Bardim crossed his hands.
‘Please…’
The spell, whose outcome was unpredictable, began.
Swoosh…
It was when his budding lips stopped.
“…? Why did that appear there?”
Carthahena pointed under Bardim’s foot.
There, a familiar wind corridor, known to those who experienced magic, was emerging.
“Tell me. Are you telling me to go under your feet?”
Carthahena asked Bardim.
At first, not understanding English, Bardim’s eyes glittered when a hand suddenly reached out from the magical passage.
“I can’t believe this! Thank you!”
“What did you say?”
This wasn’t a spell Bardim created. It was a spell someone else made targeting him.
And anyone who could memorize such a spell was a shadow knight of the empire.
Without further thought, Bardim grabbed that hand.
“No!”
Realizing the situation a beat too late, Carthahena shouted. Ternaden quickly ran to catch Bardim.
Swoosh… Pop!
But it was too late.
Bardim disappeared as if sucked into the passage, and Ternaden’s extended hand couldn’t go inside.
“Darn it!”
Ternaden, who missed Bardim, kicked his foot. He looked at Carthahena with a face that didn’t know what to do.
“Sister…”
“Hush.”
But Carthahena didn’t get angry or become cruel to him.
“What… What happened? Why…”
Unable to catch the thread of the situation, Ternaden looked at Carthahena with a face of not knowing what to do.
“Ah…”
Carthahena pointed to the back wall of where Bardim was just now to Ternaden, who couldn’t understand.
“It’s open, just like earlier. The spell is complete.”
Even though Bardim disappeared from sight, he undoubtedly memorized the spell. Trinidat’s Jarsipisa didn’t vanish somewhere but remained in its place and completed itself.
“Ah…”
The passage opened, and from inside, a person with a lot of tattoos like Bardim walked out.
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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