Memoirs of a Wicked Magician - Chapter 94

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Chapter 94
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“Say, was that blonde newcomer I saw earlier your younger sister?”
“What?”
Deep in the night, in a room on the twentieth floor of the Northern Magic Tower.
It was an hour when countless others slept, yet here was someone passing through anything but peaceful hours.
The soft candlelight barely illuminated the dark interior, which held a desolate air.
Two figures faced each other in the room hung with deep purple curtains—Caliona and Evangellin.
After finishing their business at the Corrupted Sacred Site, the two had returned to the Inner Estate, but contrary to plan, they hadn’t spoken at once.
Evangellin had been summoned by the Tower Master and had to leave in haste.
Even after he was dismissed, he’d completely forgotten his promise to Caliona, preoccupied as he was with deep suspicion and worry.
Only just before sleep did he finally remember, and thinking to resolve his doubts, he sought her out late as it was.
“Why won’t you answer? I got a better look just now—you two do look alike. She’s your sister, isn’t she? What was her name again, Liriopa? Liriosa? Oh, I heard it earlier.”
Caliona let out a hollow laugh.
She had been anxious all along because of Liriope, who suddenly disappeared with Evangellin, and only felt relief when she returned before sunset.
But having him slink back in the dead of night to spout such nonsense left her not merely bewildered but seething.
“And yet no matter how much I think about it, it’s strange. Why your sister instead of you? And with both the Tower Master and Velkius, no less.”
There was, moreover, another reason Caliona felt such profound disillusionment toward Evangellin now.
“I was certain the Tower Master would consider you next in line once Hyde disappeared. And Velkius—though he didn’t show it, I thought he was naturally interested in you all this time.”
Caliona rose from the bed and walked toward Evangellin.
“But today, when I looked, suddenly everyone was choosing someone else instead of you. I don’t understand it one bit, but do you know something? If you’ve been deceiving me all this time while pretending to know nothing, I won’t let you off——”
Smack!
In the next instant, Evangellin’s head snapped sharply to the side as she pressed him.
“Deceive? Me deceiving you? No—the one who’s been lying all along isn’t me, it’s you, Evangellin Belegoat.”
The blow left Evangellin momentarily disoriented, unable to grasp what had just happened to him.
“You asked if that girl was my sister? Look at you, running your mouth so freely.”
Evangellin turned his stiffened head, facing the girl who dared lay hands on him.
“Evangellin, I believed in you. Even now.”
But meeting Caliona’s gaze, he found himself momentarily startled, forgetting even to voice his anger.
“I listened to everything you said, trusting your promise to protect my sister.”
Caliona’s hand, flushed as crimson as Evangellin’s own cheek, trembled in the empty air.
“So what is this? All those times you graciously mentioned over the past year that you were looking after my sister well—what was all that? You couldn’t bring her out from the Outer Estate, but at least you could check in on her yourself from time to time to ensure she was safe, you said?”
Only then did Evangellin belatedly realize his mistake.
“You said that to me, didn’t you……!”
“Well, about that……”
“And you couldn’t even recognize your own sister?”
Not remembering even her name until now—let alone her face—spoke volumes of his callous indifference.
A deflated laugh escaped Caliona’s lips.
All this time, Caliona had worked tirelessly to fulfill Evangellin’s unreasonable demands.
She had broken through to the twentieth floor of the Magic Tower at tremendous speed, earning recognition as a promising new mage.
In the process, she’d made no small number of enemies and suffered several grave injuries.
Yet even so, thinking it was hardship endured for her sister’s sake, she felt no fatigue.
But today she’d come to understand that everything she thought she knew was nothing but illusion.
“How lightly must you have viewed me, how amusing you must have found me, to not even take the trouble to hide such a thing and carelessly confess it all right before me now?”
The mockery had vanished from Caliona’s face, leaving only the distortion of fierce rage.
“Evangellin Belegoat, don’t make me laugh. You rotten bastard.”
This was the first time since the Brain Prison, a year ago, that Caliona expressed such raw emotion before Evangellin.
She appeared to be genuinely angry now, and it seemed as though she felt betrayal toward him as well.
Evangellin felt something close to chagrin settle over him.
He’d never once checked whether Caliona’s sister lived or died, had merely offered empty words in her place—and now he’d been exposed in this manner.
What if the sister had told her everything? If that was the case, it might have been better if she’d simply died in the Outer Estate…….
In any case, he reflexively began to offer an excuse, but soon hesitated, feeling doubt.
‘Wait—why am I panicking like this, trying to explain myself?’
For an instant he nearly did something he himself couldn’t understand, but fortunately he quickly regained his composure.
In a heartbeat, the faint tremor subsided, and his eyes—red once more with their native arrogance—met the girl before him with icy coldness.
“So? Is your sister dead?”
“What?”
With an audacity that could scarcely be greater, Evangellin spoke again, sharply dismissive toward Caliona.
“Either way, she came out alive, didn’t she. So what’s the problem? I didn’t harm your sister, so why are you making a scene?”
His response was an emptily acquiescent one to her pointed accusation—worse still, it reeked of shameless indifference.
“Do I look that leisurely to you? Why should I venture into that filthy pit of worms for some girl whose life or death means nothing to me?”
Caliona’s face drained of color as if she couldn’t believe what she was hearing.
The more Evangellin spoke, the stronger his conviction became that he’d done nothing wrong.
And so he felt an unbearable irritation toward Caliona for daring to question him over such a trivial matter.
He was beginning to think he’d been far too merciful all this time.
Certainly, he’d initially thought Caliona a hopeless fool, but upon realizing she was more talented than expected, his heart had softened somewhat.
Whatever the circumstances, Velkius had secretly entrusted Caliona to him, so her achievements were, on the surface, Evangellin’s own.
That’s why he’d treated her as well as he could—even going so far as to convince the Tower Master to place her in the defunct Hyde’s position.
With Velkius’s help, he’d intended to make Caliona one of the Complete Ones.
But now that he’d opened the lid, Caliona’s younger sister suddenly popped out, didn’t she?
Evangellin found both sisters vexing for the disruption they’d brought to his plans.
“You seem to be laboring under some grand misunderstanding, but I owe you nothing.”
“…”
“In any case, your sister is alive, so I wasn’t lying—so that works out nicely. If she’d died, well, that would have been just as much breathing life and hope into someone like you, which I’d deserve praise for besides.”
Without hesitation, Evangellin seized the hand that had struck him roughly.
“And who raised you from nothing, a penniless orphan girl, and brought you to this height in a single year? It’s all been good for you.”
The grip was crushingly powerful, as if he might pulverize her hand at any moment, and destructive mana was indeed being poured into Caliona’s palm.
“And you dare reproach me like this?”
In the next moment, Caliona’s hand—clutched in Evangellin’s grip—began to corrode.
“You worm.”
Caliona gritted her teeth. She nearly struck him again with her other hand but forced herself to endure.
“Don’t delude yourself that I’ve been indulging you for the past year.”
Evangellin smiled savagely and raised his hand, infused with subtle mana, pressing his fingers pointedly against Caliona’s forehead.
As her head swayed with each jab, it felt as though being struck would’ve been preferable—such was the humiliation and degradation she felt.
“Since you’re a worm, act like one. Know your place and don’t crawl so recklessly, understood?”
Leaving behind that icy mockery and warning, Evangellin dissolved into shadow and disappeared before her eyes.
Caliona remained behind, motionless as a dead tree for a long moment.
But in the next instant, her eyes—violet, lifting to meet the darkness—gleamed with the fierce light of a predator.

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