A Fairytale for Wizards

“Oh dear…” Charles clicked his tongue and lifted her in his arms. He tried to rush out but suddenly stopped. He looked down at Lexina’s messy appearance. ‘If she goes out like this, other nobles will see her.’ Lexina von Madriol would not be able to stand such embarrassment. Although he felt like he just witnessed what could be the worst humiliation of Lexina’s life, something which was way worse than showing her unkempt appearance to nobles, he ignored that fact. He took off his jacket and covered her body. Lifting her in his arms only after making her invisible by covering her, he belatedly burst into laughter. His shoulders shook from laughing. He could hardly catch his breath. ‘What did I just see?’ He had known Lexina von Madriol for years. Thinking that, in fact, the one he had known might have been a very small part of her, Charles found a cheer in his step.

*

Rhema Reshith teleported to an inn room. It was the place he made Maylie rent when he sent Azriel’s dress with her. After being thrown to one side of the room as soon as they arrived at the room, Marthi gnashed his teeth. He could not do anything other than that since Rhema did not release him from the binding magic. Ignoring the lion cub that puffed his whole body, Rhema tried to place Azriel on the bed.

“Mm, Rhema?”

Azriel rubbed her flushed cheeks against his chest, lifted her arms, and wrapped them around his neck. Excited, she was smiling. Judging by the fact that she had done the same thing to the blue-haired woman earlier, it seemed that clinging to other people was her drinking habit. Rhema stood still, not moving an inch, and looked down at her in his arms. There was no expression on his face, but his gray eyes turned murky like an overcast sky.

“Azriel, it’d be good if you didn’t drink alcohol from now on,” he said.

In her current condition, there was no way for her to understand him. Still, he left a warning mixed with a sigh. When he was going to lay her on the bed again, Azriel shook her head and clung to him, grabbing the hem of his robe.

“Rhema… you know what?” Her hazy eyes looked up at him. “Don’t leave me. My memories, don’t erase them.”

“…”

“Don’t do that again, please?” she asked.

Rhema put his hand over her eyes, covering them as if fearful. As he gently laid her down, Azriel writhed a little.

“Take some rest.” He was going to use magic but paused for a moment. “…Azriel.”

“Hmm…?” Azriel replied in a daze.

“Do you want to be queen?” he asked.

Her lips flinched under his hand. Before those lips could make words, before he could hear her answer, Rhema used magic without making any sound. It was sleep magic. Usually, Azriel’s mana would have refuted, but as he used dragon eye magic, she fell asleep shortly after that. He slowly removed his hand. Her golden eyes were covered by lids and no longer visible. Her sleeping lips also did not try to make any more answers. He felt relieved. He could hear her breathing lightly. She looked uncomfortable as she still had makeup, dress, and jewelry on. He had helped Azriel put on a complicated dress when she was young. However, what about now? Rhema steadily looked down at her long, black hair and the hem of her dress, which was dyed a rose color. Her face was not that of a girl with star-like eyes; rather, it was close to that of a mature woman.

“…!”

Realizing that, he suddenly stepped back. His eyes became vacant and shook, not knowing where to look. Soon, the white wizard’s figure disappeared beyond the space as if to run away, forgetting to lift the binding spell he put on the familiar. Marthi struggled all night long.