Chapter 7: Atlas Temple’s Contract

Chapter 7: Atlas Temple’s Contract

'Mom died because of this little orb? It wasn't a suicide?'

Haruki steeled himself and read further.

{I might have gone missing or committed suicide that's how the Magi kills someone. They make it look like their victim took their lives. So, if something similar happened to me, don't blame yourself. None of this was your fault!}

She predicted everything, that he'd be depressed after her death, so she left a letter for him.

'Who did this?'

An indescribable hatred swelled as the skin on his hand turned red.

'Who the hell did it? Why didn't she tell me before?'

Haruki gritted his teeth and went back to the letter.

{Haru, so don't feel guilty if I'm not there. Take this chance to restart fresh with Sakura. She is a good girl

Or not.

I can't believe I have to give my Haru to a girl. I worked so hard to raise you, and now some other woman will eat you.

Why is the world so unfair!}

The letter poured cold water onto his rage. She had a severe son complex.

{Haru, promise to never forget me.}

'How can I do that?'

{As for the orb, keep it safe. It's a contract for the Atlas Temple. Leave everything and go to the Atlas Mountains in the Maghreb. Show it to them, and they will protect you from everyone. Please, do that if the Magus Association comes after you.}

'Atlas Temple.'

He had never heard of it before. Maybe he did, and forgot. The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))

"Caster, you know something about Atlas Temple?" His voice unintentionally came off cold.

'A Dragon's Wrath' Task is now available.

Task #2: A Dragon's Wrath

Objective: Kill the people involved in your Mother's murder.

Difficulty: B-Rank

Rewards: 1 X Premium Gacha Coupon

Would you like to accept this Task?

The System also generated tasks based on his desires. A cool addition as he didn't have the time to create a task for everything.

"Accepted."

He'd take revenge even without this quest. As if he'll let them live after killing the only member of his family.

'Even if they are a goddamn Dead Apostle, I'll smash their head.'

"Master."

Medea's voice prompted him to turn, and his eyes widened. She styled her blue hair in a neat ponytail. A simple denim jacket over a black shirt-style top with a long tan skirt and low profile knee-high boots. No one could call her an ancient sorceress. Rather she appeared like a supermodel!

"I used illusion magic to turn my ears normal."

"You look nice."

Medea smiled innocently as she checked herself. "Really?"

He replied with a nod. Her smile faded, and her stern expression returned.

'Weak to sincere compliments. I see.'

He noted down her weakness.

"Well, let's go."