Memoirs of a Wicked Magician - Chapter 23

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Chapter 23
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Evangelline Belgot.
Who was he, really?
“It’s just unbelievable—that Cali’s younger sister is such a useless pest. Every time I see her, I can’t believe it.”
Like poison hidden in a brilliant flower, he wore a devastatingly beautiful exterior while being rotten to the core—Belgot among Belgots, the worst of them all.
The truth was, Liriope had always been timid as a child and had never properly faced the mages from the Internal Tower.
Their very presence terrified her, and she’d always shrunk under the weight of Magic Tower life, cowering in corners with her head down.
Evangelline, too, had despised the External Tower mages who arrived later, treating children like Liriope as if they were invisible.
So his arrogance and selfishness, his beautiful face and the shameless gossip he spread with countless women—all of it had been none of her concern, just someone else’s business.
“You know it too, don’t you? You know perfectly well how much of a pest you are? Of course you do. Living nearly twenty years under such a perfect sister, you’d have to be blind not to have figured out your place long ago.”
But then, at some point, Evangelline had become obsessed with tormenting Liriope.
She didn’t know when it had started.
She only guessed that he could no longer bear to look at Liriope—the worst of pests—and had grown eager to crush her like an insect himself, a whim that seized him.
“So why do you keep lingering around me and Cali like a leech? Hm? That annoying little fly buzzing in my sight makes me want to swat you dead without thinking. You’re just a pest—one hit would burst you, so if you’re unlucky enough to die by my hand by accident, what will Cali……?”
How Evangelline had later become Cali’s lover, Liriope still couldn’t fathom. By that point, the sisterly bond had already grown distant, and all she could do was steal furtive glances at her sister from afar.
When she later learned they were together, Liriope felt as though the world had come crashing down.
How could such garbage stand at her sister’s side?
How could her sister choose such a wretch?
“Ah, talking about it irritates me again. Really, what the hell are you……! I’m so fed up—go suffer until you die today, you pest.”
In essence, Liriope and Evangelline harbored mutual loathing and contempt.
But unlike Evangelline, who could kill her at any moment if things went wrong, Liriope had no means of retaliation.
Yet strangely, he always seemed angry as if she were causing him immense disadvantage and disgrace.
What was insidious about Evangelline was that he enjoyed using Mental Magic to slowly wither people away.
He had tortured Liriope the same way, without leaving visible marks.
Since Evangelline was Cali’s lover, he must have known that she no longer cherished Liriope the way she had in childhood.
Yet he had never once let Cali catch him in his cruelty toward Liriope.
Even when Cali herself had driven Liriope out of the Northern Magic Tower, Evangelline had pretended to comfort her sister, displaying a hypocrisy that didn’t suit him at all.
A truly two-faced wretch.
A toxic creature worse than any pest.
That was the Evangelline Belgot that Liriope knew.
“Why aren’t you answering? Everyone else here is barely pest-level, so at least your magic is something worth noting.”
But why was it?
The younger, toxic creature Evangelline was now did not speak in that creeping, neither-polite-nor-rude tone of voice.
Could it have been a speech habit he’d developed as he grew older?
And…… why was it?
Though it made no sense, Liriope felt far greater pressure from this boy than she had from the young man she remembered.
Like a beast frozen stiff by the presence of a predator, she didn’t blink once, helplessly holding the boy’s beautiful face in her vision.
Even Liriope, burdened with memories and experience from before the Time Reversal, felt this way—needless to say what the reactions of ordinary teenagers, meeting such a strange being for the first time at a much younger age, would be.
Zed and his group were overwhelmed by the sudden appearance of the boy and couldn’t draw a single deep breath. This was true even though his gaze never once brushed past them.
Rumble!
Then, abruptly, a familiar vibration rose from the ground.
The giant creatures, having heard the commotion, began to emerge as if they’d been waiting.
Squelch!
But in the next instant, the pale creatures were engulfed in Dark Power and burst apart before they could even scream, dead where they stood.
And all the while, those red eyes—like gems set into living pupils—remained fixed on Liriope alone, unwavering.
As though nothing else in this place deserved even a fragment of his gaze.
As if only he and she existed in this world.
“How strange, though. The traces of magic are less impressive than I expected.”
The silver-haired boy looked down at Liriope with inorganic, mineral-like eyes, not even setting foot on the filthy ground.
As Liriope stood defenseless before him, she suddenly realized that the boy’s appearance was slightly different from her memory.
The Evangelline she knew was a sharp man, like glass.
His temperament was overly sharp and brittle, pricking not just others but even himself with his edges.
But the boy before her seemed impossibly hard—like a mineral that no one, no matter what effort they expended, could ever scratch even slightly.
But before Liriope’s nascent suspicion could even settle, the boy tilted his head slightly and murmured something low to himself.
“Then again, it doesn’t matter?”
Whoosh!
In the next moment, as if waiting, an even greater mass of power began to gather.
“After all, I just need to kill her.”
Rumble!
Black wind screamed and slashed the air savagely.
While reality slipped from her grasp, Liriope’s instinct screamed a warning loud and clear.
Even in such a moment, a brilliant Magic Circle, both beautiful and sinister in its loveliness, blazed with dazzling light in empty air.
The sharp killing intent bearing down from directly ahead was so acute it burned and then cut into her skin.
In that moment, Liriope suddenly understood.
This boy was trying to kill her. Right now.
“No, wait…….”
But why?
She had no idea, but there was no time to question it.
She felt the power raging above her head, ready to devour her at any second.
At the same time, an unwelcome certainty seized her throat.
This cannot be dodged.
There is no possibility, however remote, that she could evade this attack.
This was different in kind from any threat Liriope had ever faced.
She sensed death with her instinct.
But she still couldn’t accept the reality before her.
Was she really about to die like this?
She’d come all this way after obtaining a miracle, only to perish uselessly without lifting a single hand?
It made no sense.
But whether Liriope accepted reality or not, the Dark Power that had been swirling in the void split cleanly in two, as though unconcerned with her fate—like torn paper torn apart.
And then, finally, a Lance of Light, gleaming with brilliant luminance, fell like lightning through the gap.
Crash!

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