Chapter 82 - The Reynolds and the Colte Ruins

Selling Azriel as asl*ve instead of killing her was an act of mercy. It was also to make an excuse if the wizard came back to get her later by chance. Reynolds would say that the girl had gone missing and they could not find her despite searching for her everywhere, and that they had not imagined that she had become asl*ve. They had no idea how far was possible for the Wizard of the Horizon. They could not even imagine that he could read people’s memories. Their choice had saved them. If they tried to kill Azriel, her mana would run wild and cut them into pieces, feeling threatened for her life.

Rhema had taken away magic from her and closed her dragon eye at the time. It was because he wanted her to live as a merely happy and ordinary girl apart from magic. However, the seal that he had closed was not strong enough to the point where it could suppress the mana that went wild when her life was threatened. Such a seal was impossible from the beginning.

Rhema Reshith showed himself to the Reynolds couple quietly. The couple who were whispering to each other as they stroked their son who was asleep, lifted their heads at the subtly chilled air. The smiles on their faces disappeared as they discovered the white wizard who was standing like a painting.

“You did not keep your promise.”

The couple’s faces turned pale at the words that Rhema spoke calmly. The Baron hurriedly made an excuse.

“No, you’re mistaken! The Lady has been kidnapped by an accident!”

“Like I told you, I will turn your wish into a curse,” he said as he pointed his finger to the child. The Baroness covered the child with her body, screaming. The baron blocked him.

“Wait, wait a minute Wizard Sir. Can we please talk for a little—”

“Reshith,” he whispered. At that moment, the child whose body was covered with rash, woke up and cried.

“Aaahh! Argh! Mom! It hurts! Mom!”

“Oh, no! My son!”

“It hurts. It hurts badly! Argh!”

The child frantically struggled. Baron Reynolds rushed to hold his son in his arms. The Baroness began wailing. Rhema ignorantly looked down at them. Now, he was going to kill them and—

“Can you promise me that you wouldn’t harm the people I know?”

Remembering Azriel’s words, his hand was paused. These people were certainly whom Azriel ‘knew’. He tilted his head.

‘She knows them, but they are the ones who made her miserable.’

However, when he killed the Coltes who made her miserable likewise, Azriel was frozen.

“Is it because I asked for your help, that you killed them?”

Ruminating over the time when she was still young, she trembled as he killed the knights who kidnapped her in front of her, not to mention the case of Hanora Village.

‘I’ve got to keep them alive.’

He did not want to do things she did not like. He took off his hand. The Baron, who was trying hard to calm his son down, shouted in a sharp voice.

“Why to this child! Why do you do this to this child? If you want to punish us, you should punish us!”

The wizard’s grey eyes gazed at the Baron.

“I told you clearly. If you don’t keep the promise, I’ll turn your wish into a curse.”

“The child was our blessing. So, if you’re going to pronounce a curse on us, it should be our curse, not on the child!”

The child who laid in the Baron’s arms only wheezed as if he could not let out his voice already. Rhema did not have pity on him but somewhat agreed to the Baron’s claim that the boy was not guilty.

“Then, becomesl*ves on your own.”

“…What?”

“If both of you becomesl*ves, abandoning everything, I will undo the curse I put on that child.”

“That, that’s— We’ll, we’ll return all of the fortune you gave us! Now, we have more than what we received from you back then!”

“I don’t need your petty property. What I want is for you to suffer as much as you made her suffer,” Rhema spoke in a slow and peaceful voice as if he was not upset at all. However, his words were clearly implying rage.

“So, becomesl*ves like her. If you become miserable enough to satisfy me, that child will be fine.”

“B, b, but thesl*very has been abolished and—” the Baron stammered with his face turned pale.

“That’s none of my concern. Think of a way on your own.”

“That’s too much! What have we done so wrong? It was a mistake to have lost her.”

“Do you really think I don’t know?” Rhema came near the Baron, asking coldly. The Baron involuntarily crawled back, trying to avoid him. Rhema, who approached him regardless, stepped on the Baron’s foot.

“When you broke your promise—,” Rhema opened his mouth.

“Aarrghh!” the Baron cried.

“You should’ve been prepared to face your consequences,” Rhema added.

“Honey!” the Baroness shrieked.

The brand ofsl*very was put on the back of the Baron’s foot. It was the same mark that Azriel used to have on the back of hers.

“Please, please, please have mercy,” the Baroness who watched the scene clung to Rehma’s helm, wailing. “Isn’t this too much? You didn’t even listen to our story—” 

“Reshith,” Rhema said after grabbing the Baroness’ hand that grabbed his helm.

“…What?”

A white knot was formed on the Baroness’ hand followed by the Baron’s hand. The knot did not disappear but became a pattern that bound the backs of their hands. Overwhelmed by fear, the Baroness looked at the back of her hand. The Baron also stared at the strange pattern, forgetting the pain on his foot. The wizard whispered as he pulled the Baroness’ hand.

“After becoming asl*ve, cut off your hand with the knot. Then the child’s curse will be lifted,” Rhema said sternly.

“Cu, cut off the wr, wrist?” she asked in horror.

“And the fortune I gave you. I don’t want to take it back, but I don’t want to let you have it either. All will disappear as well,” Rhema said.

The Baron’s bloodshot eyes due to the pain and the Baroness’ frozen eyes both turned to him.

“That is the consequence of breaking the promise,” stepping a step back, Rhema warned them. “If you appear in front of Azriel afterwards or try to take an action in vain—” His eyes slowly scanned them. The Baron and Baroness flinched at the same time, “…Then there won’t be any mercy like now.”

Saying that as his final words, the wizard disappeared as if he never existed in that space. Only the unconscious child and pale Baron and Baroness Reynolds were left in the room. Not long after that, they were reported that the warehouses that they owned had turned into sand heaps.