How to Survive as the Second Son of a Mage Family - Chapter 75

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How to Survive as the Second Son of a Magic Family (75)

How much time has passed.

Just hearing her voice makes my emotions flutter—what a damn experience. I definitely haven’t been able to take the antidote.

Besides, I feel strangely drained.

It was a familiar sensation. The magic-restraining device that was placed on me when I was captured with Elias gave me exactly this feeling.

“That’s too much.”

I muttered while staring at the ceiling.

I could only remove it when dealing with Kopfmann, but now they’ve brought the same thing again, just with different materials.

Someone answered from somewhere outside my field of vision.

“Compared to completely deceiving people and disguising your true feelings while following them around, which one seems more excessive?”

“Let’s say both are pretty bad. But more than that…”

I turned my head to look at Gelta and said.

“Your abilities are better than I thought. I hadn’t heard that you could even use direct mental manipulation magic.”

“I should have at least one weapon, shouldn’t I?”

So that’s why you were hiding it?

As expected, I have no regrets about using drugs on my emotions to break down her guard.

I had thought before that she gave off the scent of a kindred spirit, and looking at her now, I think I was right.

‘I need to think this through properly.’

Like Strauchi, everyone seems lenient in this regard—they didn’t make it so I couldn’t move my limbs.

But what I should find strange is that Gelda Asmann is at least 15cm shorter than me.

‘She must have something to rely on.’

Is she planning to keep using that ability from earlier?

If she uses it before I throw a punch, I’ll definitely have no choice but to keep sleeping, whether it’s a physical fight or anything else.

‘The exit is…’

I’d be lucky if I don’t fall asleep before reaching the exit.

And without Gelda Asmann’s pendant, even if I open the door, our world won’t unfold.

Then, I finally noticed Gelta’s expression.

Her complexion was frighteningly dark. Looking at her posture, she seemed half out of it.

Gelta, whose eyes met mine, asked in a chilling voice.

“Since when?”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“The Wittelsbach drug.”

Now I could clearly understand why Gelta had been standing there with a more shocked expression than before.

There was no need to make someone who had deliberately taken the drug before meeting me feel more miserable by saying it out loud.

“…”

“Fine, you don’t have to answer. It doesn’t matter now. What could I expect when you used me to kill Mr. Kopfmann.”

Even if it was unavoidable, Gelda Asmann wouldn’t accept it. I don’t expect understanding from someone who was used by me either.

Gelda Asmann

Favorability +9*

‘…Why did the favorability go up this much.’

Surely until before the drug, wasn’t I just something interesting for Asman to keep around?

Or did I misjudge from the beginning?

‘…How nice it would be if a trait would disappear around now to make it +6.’

Anyway, to go back, it’s faster to cater to the other person’s taste.

I grabbed my throbbing head and let out a sigh.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize.”

Gelta cut off my words.

“…”

I can guess why she’s telling me not to.

Just as it’s convenient for me to eliminate the 25-year-old Gelda Asmann when she’s a flat villain, it’s also easier for Gelda Asmann to attack me if I’m thoroughly a fraud.

And if I apologize, it would be like admitting with my own mouth that I used her.

‘Let me try to appease her for now.’

That way she might at least give me a drug that plants negative emotions. Then, even if the process isn’t very good, I could become comfortable as a result.

I opened my mouth.

“…Regardless of how it started, my feelings aren’t false. If it’s you, Ms. Asman, you would immediately know what state I’m in right now.”

“It may not be false, but it is fake. What else would you call emotions that are created by one potion and erased by another?”

Gelta shook a bottle containing transparent liquid.

‘…’

It’s the antidote.

I definitely put it in my inner jacket pocket, but it seems like when they blocked my mana, they took everything I had with me. Looking again, I don’t have my jacket either.

I didn’t react in any way, but Gelta immediately opened the cap and turned the bottle upside down.

Splash—

“…”

“Sorry. I can’t give it to you.”

Gelta got up from her seat and wiped the moisture with her shoe.

Gelta sat down next to me again.

During the continued silence, I turned my head to look at my body. I could see hemostatic tape attached to my arm.

Before I could ask, the other person opened her mouth.

“It worked well. I didn’t want to drink it until Mr. Baichel was ready, but… well, since I found out everything too, I’ll skip saying sorry. That’s fine, right?”

“No. Blood sucking in a church is beyond common sense.”

Of course, I didn’t mention that it would be beyond common sense anywhere. Because she should already know that without me saying it.

I expected some rebuttal like my actions being more beyond common sense, but Asman asked surprisingly calmly.

“Is that so?”

“…”

“Before the resurrection, I think I used to think that way too. No, thinking about it, the very idea of drinking human blood… it wasn’t even a choice in my thoughts. It’s something that only appears in fairy tales or folk tales.”

She knows well.

More than that, has the ideological education worn off? Why is she thinking so normally?

“You think Pleroma is a crazy cult group, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Mr. Baichel isn’t from Pleroma, is he? He’s never received preliminary believer education either. He came to stop Pleroma’s plan through me. Right?”

“Exactly right.”

As Asman wished, I didn’t say I was sorry.

In the first place, I was absolutely not sorry about stopping Pleroma’s plan.

“I thought you were sincere.”

“…”

“That’s why I answered your questions without suspicion.”

I know.

I know what emotion this must be.

I knew what means I had chosen, and I knew it would produce this kind of result.

“When I was reborn, there was nothing left. One day I opened my eyes and found I had moved 40 years into the future, and apparently I’m someone who had already died and come back to life.”

Telling her own story in this situation…

Will only make both our hearts uncomfortable.

Still, I listened silently for now. I didn’t want to earn more resentment here.

“In a world where I was left alone, I thought someone trustworthy had appeared, but I made the wrong choice from the start.”

I had nothing to say to her.

Should I persuade her that this was the best method to prevent crime?

‘That would work out just great.’

Even so, I don’t regret it.

Even if I went back, I would make the same choice.

To me, life is more important than Gelda Asmann’s feelings. That’s a fact that won’t change even if I drank the potion.

“Well, Baichel might not care about the circumstances of a child kidnapper… but I think I’d be the same way. I understand why Baichel tried to stop Pleroma’s plan.”

“Now you say that?”

You should have thought that before kidnapping people.

But at the same time, I wonder why Gelda Asmann has been saying ‘normal’ things since earlier.

“Earlier, after the connection with Kopfmann was severed, I could feel that something was going strangely wrong. I remember bringing the children hoping for something, but I can’t recall what I was hoping for. How could I believe in Pleroma more in such a situation?”

“Since we’re on the topic, let me tell you – send them back right now before things get worse.”

“I already sent everyone back to where they were.”

I was completely deflated.

She sent them back this easily?

Is she joking?

‘No… of course it’s something to welcome.’

Perhaps sensing the bewilderment in my expression, Gelta smiled faintly and said.

“You were staying by my side to stop my actions, weren’t you.”

“…Yes.”

“My head is still complicated and I don’t know what’s what, but I clearly know one of Baichel’s purposes. So… what if I no longer stand on that side?”

Gelda Asmann took my hand and clasped it together, just like I used to do.

“So how about it, will your thoughts change a bit? Or am I still just a means and a target?”

“…”

So… she sent them back to see my reaction, because of me.

Thinking that if she removed the cause that made me use her as a tool, I might see her properly?

She feels confused by Pleroma’s brainwashing, but hasn’t completely returned yet.

“No.”

“…Then.”

“Even so, it’s true that we can’t continue our relationship. I’m sorry. It was my fault for thinking too carelessly.”

I admit it.

I ran looking only at my goal too much, and didn’t think deeply about the emotions of the people who followed.

Though it was an unavoidable situation, it’s natural for the other party to feel deep betrayal.

Gelda Asmann shrugged as if she expected that. Then she opened her mouth with a cold face.

“This is unfortunate. Sorry, but I need blood.”

Look at her true colors finally showing.

I likewise spoke with emotion removed from my voice.

“If you’re thinking of returning to society, you’ll have to stop such activities.”

“No.”

Gelta continued with a cold face.

“Even if I wanted to go, I wouldn’t be able to return.”

With those words, my consciousness was cut off again.

* * *

‘Good grief… this is ridiculous.’

Should I consider Strauchi a gentleman since he didn’t drink blood?

After a day passed in this place’s time, my vision is now spinning.

This body already lacks stamina, so if they’re going to do this, why don’t they just extract everything down to the bone marrow.

During this time, I tried using force just in case, but failed every time. Whether he became stronger from drinking my blood, his skills keep getting better.

I also tried using retry, but it wouldn’t even activate.

That makes sense. To prevent this from happening, I would have had to go back two weeks and not meet Gelda Asmann at all…

I shook my left arm that had turned blue and opened my mouth.

“Stop this and let’s negotiate.”

“Tell me. I’ll listen once.”

“If I get out, I’ll extract blood for you daily. As long as you respect the recovery period, you can decide the amount yourself.”

“What makes you think I’d trust that?”

“Don’t you trust me?”

Gelta burst into laughter.

“I trust you.”

Then she immediately continued.

“That is, if all the trust you’ve shown so far wasn’t entirely created by potions. Of course, I think it worked out well. Since I’ve already tried drinking potions several times targeting me, I wouldn’t feel resistant to drinking more.”

“That’s a scary thing to say.”

From what I understand now, it seems she’s saying she’ll extract blood while making me drink potions.

Gelta sat in front of me holding an unfamiliar medicine bottle.

“You must be tired, so let’s go easy.”

“What level?”

I asked, looking at the bottle she held.

“You know, it hurts when you know so well, right?”

“Now you say that?”

“It’s level 10 times two. Have you tried it before?”

As if. If I drank that, it would be completely over.

I checked my status window.

Six hours had passed in real time during this period.

‘Leo and Elias…’

They probably can’t find the location to destroy the coordinates. Narke too.

What should I do.

To execute the strategy, I need to release my magic power first.

I looked down at the floor and fell into thought.

‘A method…’

There is one.

Though the risk is high… it’s about time to go home.

I’m just grateful that she brought the appropriate materials.

I raised my head and opened my mouth.

“…Fine, give it to me.”

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