Dark Magus Returns

Chapter 215 Learning the Truth

Dame was continuously shaking his head the more he talked to his sister. He hadn’t talked like this with her in a long time. In fact, just like her, he couldn’t even remember the last time the two of them had a conversation.

But he couldn’t help but think, was his sister always this forward and strange, or was it something new that he just never knew about? How could someone talk about marriage so easily?

Little did Dame know with his messing around in certain establishments, life for a woman in Pagna was a lot more difficult than it was compared to a male, especially one in a high position from a well-respected clan.

When a woman from a higher clan was to marry in another clan, it would improve relationships, but typically the woman was the one who would join the other clan. Her father had actually already given her a couple of suggestions to strengthen their relationships with other clans.

However, if she was to do this, it also meant that she would have no hope of becoming the head of the Neverfall Clan. It wasn’t impossible, but if she could find someone that had great strength and wasn’t related to other clans in any way, then she could marry someone that her father would approve of and technically have a status even lower than hers. On her part, she thought the Dark Magus fit all of the requirements that she was looking for.

Not only that, but for some reason, every time she thought about him, her heart started to flutter slightly.

‘Crap, I don’t even know what this person looks like. I guess I’m just feeling this way because I think of him as my savior. These feelings, they will eventually pass,’ Rayna said to herself, taking a deep breath.

She needed to be ready because she and Dame were about to meet with their father. They were sure the news of her having survived had reached his ears, and a lot of questions were going to be asked.

That’s when Dame let out a big sigh. ‘Should I tell her the guy that she wants to marry is around 16?’ He thought. ‘Well, she herself is in her younger twenties, so I guess she could wait a few years. I wonder why it feels slightly strange when I saw his age?’

Still, the Dark Magus was a secret that Dame wanted to keep, and depending on how this meeting went, he was wondering what the best option would be for them both.

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Back at the Inn, Raze had returned not too long ago. He had created a new ring for himself that would allow him to see the ice attribute. He could now accurately gauge the strength of his powers.

His plan now was to make items for the others, as well as teach Safa Light Magic. With Light Magic, there were many different types of advantages they could have as a group, and Raze knew it would be a big help by his side.

As he wished to delve deeper into helping them, and them helping him back, he decided to reveal to them all one truth about him.

“Safa… I am not your brother,” Raze said.

Out of all those there, Liam’s mouth was left wide open. He felt like a divine being had dropped out of the sky in front of him. Perhaps he was watching some life play in the square, where the twist was to be revealed, and now, he was expecting Safa to react back.

‘What is she going to say, what is she going to do!’ Liam screamed in his head. ‘Come on, ask him some questions, ask him what he means by that!’

It was then that he came to the realization that it wasn’t possible for Safa to say anything. When he went to look at her face, he could see that both of her eyes welled up with tears.

“I am sorry for tricking you, I truly am,” Raze explained, and it was the softest Simyon had ever heard his voice before. It felt like there was a lot of weight behind those words.

“This power I have, I explained it to you all as magic,” Raze started to explain. “It allows me to create things like your items, open portals, among other things. Its uses are far and wide.

“For myself, I used it to give me a second life. I used it in a world that is different from this one where Magic existed. When using it, I took on the already dead body of your brother, Raze, who happens to share the same name as me.”

Raze wasn’t so sure that the Raze’s body he had taken over was actually dead when he entered, but there was one thing he was sure about: if it wasn’t dead, then whoever had tried to kill him, for sure would have succeeded.

He also, for some reason, didn’t want Safa to think that it was because of him that his brother had died.

“I’m sure you noticed it, right? The change in me after that day?” Raze asked.

All eyes were on her, and none of the two by her side were even letting out a whisper. They could just see the tears consistently filling her eyes. She lifted up her hands, wiping away her tears, and nodded her head, looking at Raze.

“This body, it felt like it had a duty that it wanted to protect you, but it was me that pushed you away, so don’t blame your brother,” Raze continued. “In my world, I was known as the Dark Magus, and I plan to carry that name here. It seems that there are those that are like me here as well, that have come from my world.”

Raze knew that it would be hard for all of them to take in, but with everything they had already seen, everything they had already experienced, it would now be a lot easier to accept compared to before.

“Wait, so what happened to your old body?” Liam asked. “If you’re here, are there two of you, or is your old body dead?”

“I would presume dead,” Raze replied. “But I have no way to get back to Alterian, and as I have entered this new body, all of my magic powers disappeared. I am slowly regaining back the power I had.”

Liam gulped for a second as he heard that. To him, magic and the powers Raze had shown were already impressive enough. Just how far could this magic go, and was it stronger than the very best of Pagna warriors?

“Then, the other you… how old are you?” Liam couldn’t help but ask.

To which Simyon wanted to punch his shoulder since he was asking some sensitive questions.

“I was around the age of 76 when I transmigrated here,” Raze answered.

“Damn!” Liam blurted out. “That’s old; you’re a wrinkly nut sack!”

Immediately, both Safa and Raze stared at Liam. They could see Raze’s eye twitching slightly, and an aura surrounding him.

“I mean, you don’t act that old; I would have never guessed,” Liam laughed nervously.

“And how do you expect an old man to act?” Raze replied. “Adults have just experienced more than that of children, so they tend to make fewer mistakes. But adults still do make mistakes; they still do the stupid things of others.

“Imagine if you were an old man, having entered a young body? Do you suddenly start talking like some ancient prophet? This isn’t a story you see in plays or read in books.”

This caused all three of them to chuckle a little, but they soon returned to the issue at hand. Raze didn’t want to explain more about his old life, not to them, because this life, although a little rocky at the start, was a little different from the one he had before.

As the room fell into silence again, Safa had started to cry; her shoulders were shaking. It was tough on her; she always put on a brave face, and Simyon remembered that she was always trying to help Raze no matter what.

The bond they had as brother and sister, Simyon felt like that was real between the two of them, and now to know it wasn’t true. Maybe this was a fear that Safa had all along, but she had just been keeping it in.

“So I will tell you all now, knowing about magic, using these items, it is possible that it can put you all in danger, and knowing me as well. Do you still wish to receive these items and learn magic?”

Simyon was the first to answer with no hesitation.

“Hey, I was already in too deep a while ago, and I said I would follow you wherever you go.”

“Hey!” Liam shouted back. “I said that as well. Remember at the portal, I said that I would keep everything with me to my grave, and in order to not die, as you say, won’t having these items come in handy more?”

Two of the three seemed to have accepted the news rather well, a lot better than Raze originally thought. Now, though, it was down to the last one.

If Safa refused and wished to live her life learning the spear and heading back to the village, she had every right to. After all, she now had no relation to Raze, no reason to help him anymore.

However, despite everything she had learned, she had nodded her head up and down.

“Very well, let me teach you magic,” Raze smiled.