Chapter 118 - Ancient Magic

Azriel could not answer the questions she asked herself. Not long after, he calmly spoke in his ordinary low and slow tone. “Azriel, I don’t care if ‘magic’ becomes known again. If you want, you can share what you learned as much as you want.”

She instantly felt relieved to think that she would not be in a difficult situation to choose. At the same time, she thought that Rhema might be allowing it because he noticed how she felt. She cautiously asked. “Can I really do that? There must be a reason why magic has disappeared. Shouldn’t we not supposed to try to restore it recklessly?”

“Learning magic won’t put people in danger. The reason why ancient magic disappeared was not because magic itself was dangerous. Only dragon eye magic will put you in danger,” Rhema said.

The more one used dragon eye magic, which did not use a spell, the more he would go against the laws of God’s created world which did not use a spell. She was aware of it as she heard it from him. “So, was there another reason for the disappearance of magic, if it didn’t disappear because of itself?”

“Yes. The ancient magic disappeared because people had come to hate the wizards who worked miracles.”

Azriel’s eyes widened. Rhema continued calmly. “Fear is an emotion that can easily turn into hate.”

“So, are you saying they eventually got rid of magic because they feared it and hated it for that?”

“Correct,” Rhema said as he made a faint sneer on his face. “The reason why almost all knowledge of the ancient magic civilization was not passed down was because people of that period massacred wizards and buried all knowledge about magic.”

Azriel’s hand flinched in shock and tipped over a chess piece. A white bishop fell on the floor and rolled away. “Did you say a massacre? People… slaughtered wizards?”

“Even wizards killed each other. And that wasn’t wrong, Azriel.”

She felt her hair stand on end with terror. Rhema, whom she thought cute just a little while ago, looked like a monster for that moment. “It wasn’t wrong? A massacre? Wizards killing each other? What on earth… happened?”

He lowered his waist. He picked up the white chess piece rolling on the floor and put it in its place. Then he got up from his seat. “Anyway, there is no problem with ‘magic’. So, you can do as you like.”

“…”

“But, Azriel,” he came close to her. In a state of confusion, Azriel looked up at him.

“Including the nameless wizard who you want to cure,” his tender hand patted her hair. He said kindly. “Don’t set your affection on wizards.”

She suddenly remembered what he promised right after she was reunited with Rhema.

“Yes, without your permission, I won’t harm anyone you know. However, I can’t promise that if that person is a wizard.”

She spoke vacantly. “Rhema and I are both… wizards, aren’t we?”

“I am a watchman before a wizard.”

“That’s…”

“And you are a dragon eye wizard.”

“A dragon eye wizard will eventually end up becoming a watchman.”

It was what he said when he said that she would learn about watchman when she found out about the contents of the Aurora Disc. Then, no way. Rhema, who took his hand off of her, turned around. Azriel hurriedly got up and grabbed the hem of his clothes. “Rhema, you said there is a way that I won’t die even if I learn magic, but I will become miserable even if that’s possible.”

He looked back at her. His eyes looking down were strangely cold compared to his usual eyes towards her. Azriel took a deep breath and said. “That, did that mean that I’ll be miserable if I become a watchman… and that I’ll die in your hands if I don’t become a watchman?”

“Yes.”

She paused her breath. Rhema grabbed her hand, which was holding his hand. Then, he gently took her hand off the hem. “I hoped that you wouldn’t realize that. And, I also hoped that you’d realize it.”