Chapter 133 - Rejection

Azriel could not tell if it was good or bad, but Rhema had not come back home yet. He had not come back once after she left.

“So, Rhema doesn’t know that you’re staying out.”

It was Noir. Azriel felt strange. She did not stay out to protest, but him having no idea did not make her feel good either.

“He’s been out for long. Do you know where he went?” Azriel asked.

“We don’t know, either,” Noir wrinkled his nose. Azriel could return to her room only after patting Largo who rubbed himself all over her and comforting the whining spirit. There were neatly wrapped boxes on the bed that had turned cold as it had been empty for several days.

“Have you opened them?” Azriel asked.

“No, they are yours,” Maylie responded.

Azriel opened each box with Maylie. There was a dress, a jewelry set that matched the dress, and a mask.

“…How amazing. I expected it, but it’s overwhelming. I can guarantee that they will look so good on you,” Maylie, who admired in a low voice, added as if she was bewildered. “By the way, I’ve never seen a dress that’s trying so hard to look plain like this.”

“…Rhema is really…,” Azriel could not finish her sentence. A result of an effort to somehow accommodate a client’s confusing request to make the dress that would not stand out, while providing the cost of materials to build a castle was in front of her. Azriel did not know such a background, but she could tell that Rhema tried to meet her request. Nevertheless, he could not let go of his habit of trying to load her with the best things to the brim.

“Let’s try them first. We should decide how to adorn you ahead of time, so that we can prepare in a timely manner tomorrow!” Maylie excitedly pulled Azriel.

*

After finishing up her ball preparation, Azriel returned to the underground tower late at night. Throughout her way back, she was deep in thought. It was a continuation of what she thought about in the afternoon.

‘Let’s just say it honestly.’

She was determined to just say what was hurtful and ask Rhema not to push her to choose to part ways. Then, something rose like an awl inside her and struck a chord in her head. It was a conversation she had with him before.

“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.”

“…What on earth is the watchman’s life like?” she mumbled like a groan. What was pulling out and sealing a heart? Was it really a duty of a watchman to kill a nameless wizard? If so, why?

“An eternal and miserable life.”

It was Rhema’s expression. Azriel bit her lip and walked in a fast manner. As soon as she arrived at her room, Marthi gladly welcomed her.

“You are back, master?” Marthi asked.

“Yes,” Azriel absentmindedly nodded at the lion cub and took off the robe that she had been wearing. Now in a simple dress, she took a deep breath.

“Master?” Marthi called.

“Wait, I have some communication to do,” she said.

“Why are you preparing for communication so seriously?”

“I have to,” she plopped down on the couch and breathed evenly, putting her hands on her lap. She saw the trace of magic still remaining on the back of her hand. White stars-it was the proof of her promise with Rhema that she would not use dragon eye magic. Azriel shut her eyes tightly and spoke. “Esthera, Reshith.”

When Rhema was in his lab, he could not be reached by communication. But this time, the communication was being connected, which meant he was not in the lab. However, Rhema Reshith cut off the mana that was being connected. He refused communication. “Rhema…?”

Azriel was greatly shocked. It was Rhema’s first time to reject Azriel’s communication. He had never rejected her before. There were times that he could not be reached, but there was never a case when he did not receive it. Azriel, who had been stupefied, rubbed her face with her hands. “It… might have been a mistake.”

The Wizard of the Horizon rejected communication by a mistake? No way. Even knowing so, Azriel mumbled as if to convince herself and tried again. “Esthera, Reshith.”