Chapter 130.1

Reynard stopped kissing Yurina’s collarbone and looked up to examine her expression. He just had doubts whether he had heard her words correctly.

He thought that someday he would want people to acknowledge his relationship with Yurina, but he didn’t know that she would say that first. Maybe that’s why, rather than being happy or excited, he felt bewildered.

Yurina put her arms around Reynard’s neck and laughed, as if reading his thoughts that he couldn’t answer.

“Then don’t be so impatient and wait a little longer.”

Why does that word make him feel like he can breathe? Yurina, whom he felt so distant from, and Yurina, who felt as if she could be caught but couldn’t be caught, finally felt like she was being held in his arms again.

“Huh.”

Reynard swallowed his tears and buried his face in her arms. As expected, she always whispers what he wants. She’s like someone who went in and out of him.

* * *

Yurina looked at the boy through the bars, relying on the dim light from the tiny magical spheres created by Reynard. The warlock boy who had recently been hiding in her room, disguised as Betsy, was bound by magical restraints in his arms and legs, and his eyes were closed.

‘Is he sleeping or did he pass out?’

Although he was a scoundrel with nefarious purposes, Marquis Carthia treated him quite humanely. He was not tortured to find out who exactly was behind him. Thanks to this, there were no wounds or bruises on the boy’s white face, or on his outstretched limbs, except for scratches from the restraints.

However, the Marquis wasn’t going to be gentle with a man who sought to encroach on the life of his daughter. The boy had exhausted all his energy because he hadn’t eaten properly for several days.

‘But there’s no way he’ll faint.’

However, he could not sleep peacefully, because he felt the presence of the enemy from all sides. Yurina walked closer to the bars and saw a small and weak-looking boy.

‘I don’t understand how you even came to study black magic…’

Yurina looked at him and remembered what Karion had said to Reynard.

―The child being held in Carthia will hold Marquis De Flon’s ankles.

According to Karion, this child was a favorite among the Marquis’ henchmen, and he was quite an experienced warlock. He said that not everyone can learn black magic, but only those people who wear it inside from birth.

It seems that initially Marquis De Flon tried to teach Karion black magic, but, probably, the body of the Blessed rejected such influence. After that, Marquis De Flon searched here and there for some time, and then found a new student.

‘I heard that there are fewer children born with talent for black magic than normal magic.’

In addition, the Marquis was forced to move carefully, avoiding the attention of others, so finding even one such child was already a good harvest.

And this child was the one who cast a spell on the wolf during the hunting competition. This was what Reynard and Dave found by comparing the black magic from the wolf’s body with the boy’s mana.

‘It looks like Marquis De Flon was very nervous.’

It is not known whether he values this boy or not, but if he sent his only capable student directly into the lair of the enemy, it was a desperate measure. If so, then the story with the second prince would have already ended.

All that was left was the choice of waiting or attacking first.

‘He doesn’t have time.’

Curtis would also prefer to attack first rather than be attacked. So now…

Yurina stepped a little closer to the bars. Raynard said it was dangerous and stopped her, but she shrugged off his hand and still stood next to the bars.

“I know you’re not sleeping.”

The boy shook his head. He moved his hands languidly, and the chains made an unpleasant clang.

“Keep your mouth shut like this and nothing will help you. Now why don’t we talk about who ordered it?”

“…”

“Do you think we wouldn’t know that it was Marquis De Flon because you kept your mouth shut?”

The boy’s eyes, which had been closed, suddenly opened. It seemed as though he would strangle her at any moment had he not been bound.

‘This is similar to Marquis De Flon.’

Yurina lifted her lips as she felt the hostile gaze pierce her face like an awl.

“Whatever you do, you have nowhere to go. So why don’t you just stop your game and tell me everything?”

“Don’t be ridiculous!”

A high-pitched voice resounded in the damp, dark prison.

“What do you know! What?! What can you do?!”

Yurina quickly grabbed Reynard’s arm, who was about to use magic, and asked calmly.

“Then what about you?”

“What?”

“You who used wolves and kidnapped innocent people while targeting me? Are you talking so loud about how good you are?”

The boy kept his mouth shut as if he hadn’t had anything to say in return. However, his momentum didn’t subside, and his sharp gaze was still fixed on Yurina.

“So choose. Are you going to tell me everything now and beg for mercy, or are you just going to rot in this prison?”

The boy leaned forward to pounce on Yurina. However, because of the short length of the chains that bound his arms, he stumbled and was unable to move much. He stretched his arms behind his back and pushed the face forward as far as he could.

“Do not be ridiculous. I’ll get out of here anyway!”

There was a grinding of teeth.

“People like you can be eliminated in one fell swoop!”

“I can’t help it if you don’t want to speak.”

Yurina winked as she looked at Reynard. Raynard wrapped his arms around Yurina’s waist after glancing at the boy who was struggling. The scenery around them instantly changed, and the two of them ended up in the middle of Yurina’s bedroom.

“Are you really going to be okay?”

“Yeah.”

Yurina checked the set of artifacts Reynard had given her one more time. A necklace that can use any type of magic once, a tracking bracelet, and even a ring that is invisible to others. Everything was with her, even when Yurina was taking a bath and sleeping.

“I will go to my mother.”