Chapter 58
Translator: Kay
He asked again, looking back at the colorful potions in the display case, âThatâs the result of a dayâs work? Youâve never learned it before?â
âUh, thatâs right. Iâve never been to an academy before, so I wouldnât have been able to learn how to make potions.â
âAh, I shouldnât have said thatâ¦â¦.â
Felix made an apologetic face at his thoughtless words. He seemed to mistakenly think that his careless words had accidentally touched my wounds.
Not at all.
In fact, I had a chance to attend an academy last year, even though I was old enough to have already graduated.
Hugo suggested it to me directly and mentioned that he would support me. In fact, back then, I thought a daughter-obsessed fool was trying to keep me away from Claudia somehow.
But then or now, I never had any intentions of going.
Honestly, I hated it. I passed the CSAT1Â after twelve years of elementary, middle, and high school, and I even graduated from college after four years, so why would I want to study hard again? The thought made me want to puke.
Of course, it would be great if I was allowed to study only the fields that I was interested in, but I could not do that in an institution.
Iâd be forced to learn unnecessary liberal arts, live a typical dorm life, and above all, compete with others to achieve grades.
At that moment, the image of me sleeping three or four hours a day and shedding tears of blood while studying to get admission on a full scholarship instantly flashed past.
âOh, sh*tâ¦â¦.â
I murmured faintly as I recalled those days. My stomach churned just from imagining it.
âYou know, for every choice I make, I always try my best. Hence, I have absolutely no regrets. And when I say I have no regrets, it means that I wonât look back. So you donât have to make that expression.â
Felix seemed to have a great misconception that I was a sacrificial older sister who put her dreams behind to support her younger sister.
No, I guess he had no choice but to think so since he didnât know that I was from another world.
I didnât want to ruin his fantasy by saying I didnât want to study, so I glossed over it as much as I could.
âOf course. I already know that.â
Felix responded to my words in a soft voice. If he hadnât been entangled in an ill-fated relationship with Leraze, he would be affectionately patting my head by now.
âIrene is always on the right path.â
It was a talent to say what others wanted to hear, and sometimes I thought that Felix and I were a little alike in that respect.
âIn fact, I know itâs not very good to praise talent2, butâ¦â¦â
Felix cast his eyes down for a moment, perhaps thinking about Claudia, and then said shortly afterward, âYou have talent.â
âNo, you donât have to say thatâ¦â¦.â
âIâm not saying nonsense. All I can say is, itâs a talent to be able to create something like this from self-study without having learned professionally.â
No, I didnât expect Felix, the master of magic, to say such things. I started to get excited as I wondered if I might be a potion master.
My mood already reached beyond the sky. I felt like I was waiting for a breaching whale and coughed in vain to try to quell the anticipation that arose.
âW-well then, shall I make some moreâ¦â¦â
âIf you want, I can spare you some time once in a while.â
âWhat? No, Felix is busy, too.â
I glanced quickly at where we were now.
Felix seemed terribly reluctant to be alone in an enclosed space, so we deliberately met in a spacious hall as vast as a playground.
On the floor of the hall, there were mountains of books and parchments presumably scattered by Felix during his magic research.
I imagined that he would work on it neatly, but maybe it was because there was too much to research? Surprisingly, he was making a mess. Anyway, letâs put that aside.
He looked more tired than when I was a senior in high school. He looked worse than when I was writing my graduation thesis while I was looking for a job. He was reaching the peak of decadence.
âIf you do that, youâll die from overwork.â
Felix responded firmly, âIâm busily trying to find ways to help somehow. Please donât take my pleasure away from me.â
Then he smiled shyly and added, âThank you for your concern.â
If words had a taste, everything he said would be as sweet as sugar. I had no clue how on earth he managed to choose and say such pretty words.
Before I knew it, I nodded like an ant3Â bewitched by sugar.
âHeâs no different from the old Felix.â
Whenever I approached him, he would react sensitively, so I inevitably had to stay away, but wouldnât it get better after he got used to it?
If we steadily continued to get closer like this, one day he might stroke my hair again, and I could give him a lap pillow â just like before.
It looked like the power of the devil was also being purified by Felixâs integrity. Itâd ascend to heaven soon, so I must have worried for no reason.
I hummed to myself as I walked out of the cottage. Unlike before, I could now see a vague hope.
* * *
âYou said you wanted to be alone last time.
Felix completely ignored the devilâs words.
Leraze felt like he was going to die from a heart attack. As he watched them for the past few days, he realized that it was a total disaster. They were polar opposites.
One side was filled with determination to conceal his heart, let alone his desire, and the other side didnât notice at all and was clueless. Neither seemed to have any experience at all.
âIâd rather you were asexual with no libido so that I could have given up early on, huh?
Felix took off his glasses which had been in the way since earlier and flipped through the parchment. Now that Irene, who came to visit him daily, had left, it was time to get back to work again.
âHow the hell can the outside and the inside be so different? This damn thing is worse than the devil.
Felix just researched magic every day.
It was a monotonous daily routine, no different from being alive or dead.
If he tried and failed, he would approach it in a different direction, and if he failed again, he would approach it in another direction. It was simple.
Being with someone who casually interrupted and enlivened his daily life every day did not change anything at all.
Nothing had changed.
Nothing should have changed.
As the days passed, the devilâs words of becoming more assimilated into his body the longer he was confined lingered in his mind.
The words were not wrong.
His patience was growing thinner and thinner and, sometimes ridiculous impulses crept over him.
âOnly you and she are in this cottage. She said that whatever you do, sheâll readily accept you.â
âTo say that youâll hug me to hell â you shouldnât have said anything you couldnât take responsibility for.â
âFrom head to toe, Iâll engrave the sin of carelessly teasing me with your words.â
âIâm sure sheâll willingly embrace my sins into her arms and fall to the fiery pit of hell.â
It was impossible to tell whether these were the devilâs thoughts4Â or his own as everything was jumbled up.
A person as pure as an angel wouldnât have such thoughts.
Benjamin referred to him as a hypocrite who deceived his desires. In fact, he wasnât wrong.
He was no different from those (rice) kernels5. Sometimes he would be startled by the dispassionate, cruel, and terrifying thoughts he had.
An angel?
He was just good at concealing it and enduring the limit because he had a reason.
But now, even that was being challenged.
He had to tell her not to come to visit and meet him again, even if the desire to be alone was ridiculous.
âBut Felix, I think youâre getting thinner day by day. Are you eating properly?â
Now that Irene had left and he was alone, Felix finally took a deep breath.
He felt a burning sensation in his throat.
* * *
The summer sky was capricious.
It had been raining since dawn, and it had finally stopped falling.
Felix suddenly opened his eyes.
Perhaps it was due to the strange unpleasantness of the damp air on his skin. Or maybe because he could no longer use cooling magic.
He accidentally ripped off the sweaty shirt that stuck to his skin and frowned. His head burned with the strange heat that he had felt earlier.
âIâve treated you, so youâll recover soon, but you might suffer a high fever for a few days.â
Felix slowly lifted his eyelids as he recalled the doctorâs words.
It seemed that he was now suffering from a high fever because he had strained himself for the past few days and had reached his limit.
âI must have unknowingly relaxed my mind.â
Letting a fever in was identical to allowing a devil to enter due to weakened willpower.
His eyes were out of focus. Through his cloudy, blurry vision, he caught a glimpse of a silhouette.
Although he didnât feel any movement, his opponent was sitting on top of him as he laid in bed.