The Powerless Sorcerer (3)


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    In the original story, Michail’s mother had died.


    She had abandoned her child, filled with dreams of a better life.


    She had made the decision to part ways in order to live a slightly better life. It wasn’t as if she hadpletely abandoned Michail. She had realized what maternal love was, albeit toote.


    Perhaps she had promised toe back for him.


    Michail’s mother had gone to find his biological father. She had gone to find the man who had shared a passionate love with her and then suddenly disappeared.


    The man who had never responded to any of her numerous letters finally replied.


    Michail’s mother had abandoned him, just as his biological father had demanded, and went to him alone.-…Just wait until I get settled.


    She had believed in the empty promise of waiting.


    To hide her identity, she had been treated like a maid in the mansion, and the days she met him grew fewer and fewer, while the persecution continued.


    It was as if they were telling her to leave on her own.


    It was a continuous cycle of neglect and abuse.


    One day, Michail’s mother saw a single line in a newspaper article and realized her fate.


    -The owner of the Western Canal.


    The eldest son of the Marquis of Wolfgang has announced his marriage… He expressed his honor in joining with a capable family’s daughter…


    What returned to the mother who had abandoned her child was a few coins in her hand and a cold warning to stay out of sight.


    -Pack your things and get out right now.


    -…How could you do this to me?


    -Don’t call me that. I’m different from you.


    -But you said you loved me…! You promised to stay with me until the end, that you’d try to convince your family.


    -Pfft… Me?


    -Please, don’t do this. Do you know what kind of choice I made because of you?


    -You should speak clearly. I didn’t force you to do anything. Isn’t that right? And I’ve never had a wife like you. Don’t act familiar. It’s not like you came here to block the path of someone sessful… ??


    -Our child… Can’t you at least do something for our child…! I’m fine, but at least for Misa…


    -Misa? Ha…


    -Please, take her in as an adopted child. She’s smart and will surely be of help to you…


    -Hey, that’s not my child. That’s the child you gave birth to. Amoner woman’s child.


    -Let go!


    -Don’t ever show up in front of me again. And don’t go around spreading weird rumors. If you try anything, I’ll kill both you and your child. Keep that in mind.


    It was a grim story.


    A tale of a woman who fell for the sweet words of amon nobleman. A woman who was tricked into eliminating any futureplications—this was the story of Michail’s birth mother.


    In the novel, Michail had reunited with his birth mother. It wasn’t a touching reunion, but rather an idental meeting.


    Michail’s mother had continued to search for him, and eventually, they met.


    As expected, the result was…


    -I’ve never had a mother like you.


    -…


    -You abandoned me when I needed you the most, and now you want to act like a parent? Is it because I’ve be sessful? You made me wait my whole life after promising toe back, and now you want me to let you live as my mother?


    Michail coldly ignored his birth mother.


    He spat out his sorrow and resentment.


    He vented his anger.


    His mother copsed to the ground, crying.


    Their reunion in the novel ended with Michail telling her never toe back, but his mother burned with herst bit of maternal love and ended her life.


    She died saving her child, who was about to be killed by his biological father.


    I didn’t want to recall the details of the story. I’m not the type of person who enjoys thinking about depressing things, and since I had plenty of time, I didn’t want to waste my energy on such thoughts.


    “…”


    That’s what I thought, but to think I would meet him here. What a strange twist of fate.


    I looked into the eyes of the fuming child and put on a cold expression. I knew there was no point in ming a child for the sins of their parents, but in the novel, this child wouldter turn dark and kill many people, so I couldn’t feel any affection for him.


    He was still an innocent child now, but knowing how Michail would change after destroying his family, I couldn’t bring myself to care for him.


    ‘Hmm.’


    I knew how deeply the Wolfgang family was connected to the underworld.


    Bribes and favors to seize power.


    I knew, as someone who had taken over this body, how the family had grown through all sorts of terrible deeds.


    ‘I don’t know.’


    I let out a small sigh and looked at the youngdy who was still fuming.


    “Young Lady.”


    “Hold on.”


    The youngdy was counting with her fingers.


    “One long head. Two. Three. Four.”


    She was counting the knights with swords and the elderly butler, nodding slightly as she finished.


    “Ricardo.”


    “Yes.”


    “Shall I kill them?”


    “Why?”


    “They’re looking down on me.”


    The youngdy crossed her arms, exuding the dignity of a noble. She puffed herself up like a frilled-neck lizard, as if to say that her family’s prestige was greater than theirs.


    “Do they dare look down on me when they only control a single canal?”


    “Well, you are a bit small, Young Lady.”


    “Eeeeek!”


    The youngdy nodded her head.


    “That’s true.”


    “Right?”


    “But their gaze is still disrespectful.”


    “That’s true.”


    The youngdy, quick to think within the framework of a noble, opened her eyes in a mischievous manner.


    “Let’s kill them!”


    “Please restrain yourself.”


    “Okay.”


    While the youngdy and I were talking, the child, emboldened by the arrival of reinforcements, straightened his shoulders and began to hasten his death.


    “Hey!”


    A rather provocative remark.


    I thought to myself that this child wouldn’t live long.


    The child red with fierce eyes, as if daring me to repeat what I had said earlier, and spoke in an arrogant tone.


    “Why aren’t you saying anything? Are you scared?”


    “…”


    “Now you know who my father is, right? So kneel down, apologize, and get lost…”


    Just as the child’s arrogant provocation was about to cross the line, the youngdy opened her eyes coldly and muttered quietly.


    “What kind of education did they give this brat for him to speak like this?”


    I whispered softly into the youngdy’s ear.


    “Young Lady, I don’t think you’re one to talk.”


    “Really?”


    “Yes. If it were you, you would’ve thrown a fireball at his face by now.”


    “True.”


    “At least he’s trying to resolve things with words, so he’s better than most.”


    “Hmph.”


    The youngdy nodded, acknowledging her own slip of the tongue. Still, it didn’t seem right for someone who was the product of poor upbringing to criticize others. The youngdy shook her head gracefully and spoke again.


    “Hey.”


    “Hey?”


    “Not you, idiot.”


    The youngdy raised her head and looked at the elderly butler who was looking down at her. The butler, who had been bowing and calling her ‘Young Master’ earlier, was now standing tall and looking down on us with disdain.


    The youngdy, displeased by the old man’s arrogant gaze, spoke again, looking at the bewildered butler.


    “When a noble speaks, shouldn’t you at least pretend to listen?”


    “Ah… I’m sorry.”


    “Sorry?”


    The youngdy walked briskly, staring straight into the old butler’s eyes.


    “Your family doesn’t seem to have a single decent person.”


    As the youngdy’s guards moved to stop her from getting angrier, I gave them a light warning in a low voice.


    “Don’t move.”


    “…”


    At my single word, the knights who had their hands on their sword hilts froze like ice.


    Their shoulders trembled in surprise, but they didn’t remove their hands from their swords, as if they still wanted to protect their master.


    I let out a chuckle and continued speaking.


    “If you draw your swords, you die.”


    “…”


    The knights removed their hands from their sword hilts.


    The old butler, who had seen his knights easily subdued, bowed his head. If the person in front of him could suppress the family’s knights, then the girl must also be a high-ranking noble.


    “…”


    The old butler, with a sly expression, opened his mouth.


    “I apologize for not recognizing such a high-ranking individual. I am Rude, the butler of the Wolfgang family…”


    “Shut up!”


    The youngdy turned her head away from the old man, saying, ‘I don’t care.’ As expected of someone from a deeply rooted viinous family, she didn’t care at all about respecting her elders. I nodded in approval at the youngdy’s fine example.


    ‘Now that’s a true viiness.’


    I liked her unwavering attitude, treating everyone equally with her viinous nature, rather than being half-heartedly bad.


    The youngdy opened her eyes coldly and said,


    “Where does a lowly Western noble get off looking me in the eye?”


    -Crack.


    “Oh?”


    The youngdy raised her eyebrows as she saw the knight and the child clenching their fists.


    Once her switch was flipped, the youngdy was quick to find something to criticize.


    “Are you going to unclench that fist?”


    Just like she had done at the academy, the youngdy began to curse sharply.


    “If you’re upset, say it. Don’t curse me in your head.”


    “…Haha.”


    “Are youughing?”


    “Excuse me, but the family…”


    The youngdy turned her head to look at me.


    “Ricardo.”


    “Yes.”


    “What should I say?”


    “Hmm…”


    It was indeed difficult for the youngdy to im she was from the Desmond family, considering the rumors that might follow. Rumors like ‘Desmond had ate child’ or something simr could cause trouble.


    I slowly stepped in front of the youngdy, smiling faintly as I spoke.


    “I’ll handle it.”


    “Okay. Crush them.”


    “That might be a bit difficult.”


    “Ugh… Then I’ll just go beat him up.”


    “Who?”


    The youngdy rolled up her sleeves, looking at the child sticking his tongue out from behind the old man.


    “I’ll go kill him.”


    “Just make sure he can still walk.”


    “Okay. I’ll try.”


    After the youngdy left, the old butler stared straight at me.


    “Hmm…”


    Perhaps his pride had been hurt by the appearance of someone in the same profession, as he raised his eyelids and looked at me with a lowered voice.


    “Which family do you belong to?”


    “Senior.”


    “At least you have manners. You seem a bit better than your master.”


    “Senior, don’t you feel a chill right now?”


    “…What?”


    “That instinct that tells you you’ve touched something you shouldn’t have. When you feel that chill, isn’t it a butler’s duty to bow their head?”


    “…You insolent brat…”


    “We’re both trained in the same profession. Let’s not act like amateurs.”


    The sky darkened.


    -Rumble.


    I looked up at the darkening sky and spoke.


    “They’ve arrived.”


    The old butler twitched his eyebrows and raised his head. He must have sensed the approaching ominous magic.


    The Desmond family is blessed with magic.


    They possess natural talents so great that even the Tower Master would bow to them, and their family is full of monsters beyond the norm.


    They have twisted personalities.


    They walk the fine line between light and darkness.


    Even the emperor couldn’t touch them carelessly.


    “Oliviaaaaa!!!!!”


    The middle-aged figure flying through the sky caused the youngdy, who had been stepping on the child, to widen her eyes and spread her arms.


    “Father!!!!”


    Cracks began to form on the old butler’s face.


    “…Desmond.”


    After all, they had provoked the worst family in history.


    End of Chapter