I Became the Only Cure for My Dying Husband - Chapter 12
Chapter 6.2
“It’s true. How else do you think I’ve been warming you up?”
“But when those old men tried, nothing happened…”
“Well, obviously they were too weak for you to feel anything. And comparing me to those mediocre men? That’s just insulting.”
Lucion was stunned. Her nonchalant words would make those old mages at the magic tower blow a fuse if they ever heard her.
Where did this girl come from?
“You were so cautious before, but now you’re full of confidence?”
“Because it’s the truth. If you’re curious, do you want to try holding my hand again?”
“Stop messing around.”
There she was again, subtly offering her hand.
Lucion quickly swatted it away, and Edith pouted, shaking off her hand dramatically.
“Ow, ouch.”
Lucion suddenly remembered how her hand had turned red two weeks ago. The memory startled him.
What? I barely touched her this time.
“…Stop acting like it hurts when it doesn’t.”
“Was it that obvious?”
“Seriously, you’re so annoying.”
As Lucion’s genuine irritation started to show, Edith averted her gaze, her big, round eyes darting to the side.
‘She’s never going to change.’
Even though she carefully watched for his reactions, she always said whatever she wanted. She was clearly no ordinary girl.
“I’m going to study now. I’ll stop bothering you, so don’t worry, young master.” Edith said sincerely before burying her nose into her book.
Ironically, it was Lucion who couldn’t focus.
After ten minutes of staring at the same page, he finally closed his book and got up to browse the shelves.
Failing to find anything interesting, he was walking back empty-handed when he suddenly froze.
‘What is this?’
The energy radiating off of Edith kept drawing his attention.
It felt like the warm sunlight on a spring day, the crackling flames of a fireplace, or the comforting smell of freshly dried laundry.
One thing was certain: this was a warmth Lucion was unfamiliar with.
He found himself unconsciously drawn to it, standing so close to her that his shadow fell over her.
“Young master?” Edith blinked slowly, her clear eyes rising to meet his.
“Is there something you wanted to say?”
“…Huh?”
Realizing how close he was standing, Lucion jumped back, his temper flaring with embarrassment.
“Hey! I told you not to come near me!”
“Huh? I was just sitting here. You’re the one who came over.”
“N-no I didn’t! I was just passing by, alright?”
“Then why are you getting so angry…?”
Edith stared at him in disbelief as Lucion’s face flushed a deep red.
“Move!”
Not wanting her to see his beet-red face, Lucion quickly turned and stormed out of the library.
BAM!
The loud, emotional slam of the door made Edith flinch.
“What did I do to upset him this time?”
Left alone without an explanation, Edith blinked, unsure of what had just happened.
✦ ✦ ✦
“A mentor?”
Edith’s head shot up, and she stopped munching on her fluffy scrambled eggs.
“Yes. How about you use this opportunity to study magic properly? You’re doing well now, but it would be a waste not to fully develop your potential.”
Khalid said, placing some sausages on her plate.
Edith’s eyes lit up. “I’d love to! I’ve been wanting to learn more.”
She had already reached the limits of what she could learn on her own, so this was the perfect opportunity.
“Please, Father!”
“I’m glad you’re so interested. I’ll find a suitable tutor for you.”
“Thank you so much!”
Things moved quickly after that.
In no time, a mentor was selected for Edith, and her lessons were scheduled.
The only downside was that her lessons coincided with the time she usually met Lucion in the library.
‘Lucion probably won’t even care.’
Edith didn’t think it was a big deal.
“Young master, I’ll be taking magic lessons starting tomorrow, so I won’t be able to come by anymore.”
“…”
No response. Lucion didn’t even look up from his book.
He was ignoring her again.
“Isn’t that good news? I won’t bother you anymore.”
“Yeah, it’s great. I’m thrilled I won’t have to run into you anymore.”
Of course, I figured he’d say that. Edith gave a wry smile as she watched Lucion’s mocking expression.
Just when it seemed like they were getting closer, they were drifting apart again.
Edith couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed.
“Miss Edith, the mage has arrived,” Becky called, and Edith bowed.
“Young master, I’ll be going now.”
As she walked toward the door, she could feel his persistent gaze lingering on her back.
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