A Porter Kidnapped by a Wizard

002. Appearance of an Uninvited Guest

“…Why is the reaction like that?”

“Yeah? Oh, keuhum-!”

The excitement hasn’t completely stopped yet. Endymion was able to answer her question only after clearing his throat several more times.

“No… it was just unexpected.”

“Unexpected?”

Selene’s fine eyebrows twitch. Was it an offensive word? But Endymion was sincere.

“Yeah… You made this delicious dish.”

“…….”

“Selene?”

Are you offended again? Endymion was about to regret a little inwardly whether she should have flattered her, but Selene suddenly brought her words out.

“Do you want more?”

“Yes? Uh… yes.”

“Wait a minute.”

She was really on her way somewhere to get food. So she was left alone in the dining room, and Endymion let out a sigh of relief.

‘Fortunately, you seem to have recovered.’

As she left, she looked at her face, and it seemed like it wasn’t bad. She was relieved anyway, but Endymion rubbed her eyes at the tiring thing that had happened in the morning.

‘I’m tired already….’

He was a very demanding boss.

Endymion, who had finished eating the extra food Selene had brought, stood up from her seat with a full stomach.

“Let’s have a cup of tea to digest food.”

Saying that, it was Selene who left the restaurant and led Endymion to a room.

‘Did I prepare it in advance?’

Endymion sat down while watching the tea table set. Selene brewed her tea as if she was used to enjoying it, and she gracefully poured the tea into the cup.

‘It smells good.’

It was a part that made me wonder what kind of tea leaves were used. She felt, by the way, that she had her fair share of luxury, which was not befitting of her circumstances.

‘From breakfast I didn’t even eat to tea… ‘

It’s hard to think of her as being treated like a kidnapped bastard. Endymion tilted her head slightly, thanked her, and sipped her tea.

“How does it taste?”

Looking at you with hopeful expectations. Endymion answered honestly this time as well.

“I like the subtle scent of tea? What kind of tea leaves did you use?”

“Whoops, it’s a tea leaf called Bearacinth. It’s a tea that I personally improved with magic.”

I came to think that the tower wizards drink special tea. Endymion continued to sip her tea, staring at Selene, who was busy bragging, with a proud look on her face.

“Would you like another drink?”

“…Then just one more drink.”

This time, Endymion wasn’t asking for a ride on the bandwagon, it was a sincere request. It was such an attractive car.

‘Good….’

As the cup was refilled with warm tea, Endymion savored the bitter yet fragrant scent once again.

“Huh…”

It was a secret that Selene’s shoulders shrugged in an invisible place.

“I have some snacks to eat with you, would you like some?”

“…Am I being bred?”

The thought of feeding pigs to gain weight passed through my head.

“You sound quite interesting.”

At that, Selene just laughed.

* * *

In this world, magic means unfolding the waves emitted from the brain at will.

This is also about being able to realize what was only imagined into reality, and tower wizards are beings with innate qualities for using brain waves like this.

“It was one day when I was in the middle of researching magic. I needed some materials for the experiment, and the side that had them asked for a deal to participate in the war, and I accepted it.”

The laboratory is pleasant and refreshing, as if the sea breeze is blowing. Endymion told her story to Selene, who was sitting in her chair and looking at something like a journal.

“I only need to use one magic shot, so I had nothing to lose.”

Tower wizards are very rare, but they are still human. It was only natural for me to move for my own good.

“So I cast a spell so that no one could survive. And then I was about to go back without any regrets.”

It was purely coincidental. Discovering the only porter who is holding on to his life in the mayhem of corpses and wreckage of buildings.

“You were the only one. That’s why I brought you. I did… Well, so far, it doesn’t seem like a bad choice.”

The word ‘until now’ was added, but Selene kept a smile on her lips the whole time she was talking about whether she was really satisfied.

Endymion looked at her like that and put on her blank expression.

‘How long will I be satisfied?’

I don’t know because I’ve never received such sincere attention from someone. It was so long ago that I can’t even remember.

“What can I do to help here?”

“Nothing. You can rest until you need something to help. I’ll allow it.”

Selene put her hand down, as if she had looked through all the records, and looked at him for a moment to see if he was doing well. Then, all of a sudden, a question arose.

“Why are you a porter?”

“…….”

Endymion hesitated. Were you surprised by the surprise question? No, he was hesitant to tell the truth. Because it wasn’t something to talk about lightly.

“I was just doing it to make a living.”

“Hmm… Really?”

Selene asked what was going on. She looked suspicious that she had noticed something.

“Yes, really.”

However, Endymion did not change his mind. Because it’s not entirely wrong anyway.

‘That’s not why I was working as a porter, though.’

There is a complex story that is difficult to explain in words. A story that has never been told to anyone.

“Hmm… yes, if you’re like that, that’s it.”

Is it because Endymion reacted very calmly, or because he also noticed that he was reluctant to speak… Selene didn’t ask further.

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“I was the daughter of a noble family.”

She started talking about her self, albeit briefly.

“I was born in an environment where I could play and eat for the rest of my life, but I considered it a shackle rather than a blessing.”

As she was born into an aristocratic family, it was an arranged marriage and some obligations were difficult to avoid.

“So I wanted to develop the ability to stand on my own, and I happened to have a talent for magic. However, I heard that that talent was superior to what I thought.”

It is a heartbreaking story for a criminal, but the level of a tower mage cannot be said only through hard work. It is only possible with the backing of innate talent.

“As a result of hard work and talent, I can now build my own tower and pursue higher realms that I never cared about until I learned about magic.”

After the story, Endymion was genuinely impressed.

“That’s amazing.”

“Well, it wasn’t difficult because I was talented.”

Selene was shy or humble. However, Endymion’s mouth opened involuntarily. It was something I didn’t know.

“In this world, there are difficult things because there is talent.”

“What did you mean by that?”

At Selene’s question, Endymion shook her head, saying that it was nothing, as if she quickly came to her senses. Then he wanted to continue his silence, and he asked out of the blue.

“Are you happy?”

“That’s a sudden question… Are you happy? Well… I’m just living as I’ve been given. If this is also happiness, then it must be happiness.”

That wasn’t a good enough answer. Still, Endymion was envious of Selene for being able to say that.

‘You’re a different person from me.’

Even if you have talent, you don’t consider it a curse and say it as if it’s a blessing. One day, it was close to impossible for Endymion, who had gone through an incident.

‘My talent ate me up. I made everyone around me unhappy.’

Old memories flashed by for a moment, but it really was only for a moment. He soon put on a calm expression and tried hard not to show a dark spot.

“…….”

Selene stared at him strangely.

* * *

I spent every hour with Selene for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Endymion, who had never been with someone so thoroughly, felt uncomfortable, but it was even more unfamiliar.

One day I was spending my days like that.

The door to the mansion, which had never been opened since he came to the mansion, opened wide.

“Is it inside Selene?”

Selene and Endymion, who were in the study, were taken aback at the resounding voice of an oriole.

“…Looks like a nuisance is here.”

“Annoying guy?”

Endymion, who was sitting on one side of the study and reading a book, questioned Selene’s words. Then she closed the book and stood up and spoke.

“There is, the guy who comes to me whenever he needs me. You don’t have to follow me…”

Beep-

“Selene! Are you here?”

“…….”

Selene pointed at the goal without a word.

“Who said you can come in without permission?”

“Huh? Hey, what’s between friends~”

It was a girl who made fun of herself. Her brown hair swayed gently from her hunger as she grinned. The finely curved eyes and the slightly raised corners of her lips formed the first impression that she seemed to be good at playing pranks.

‘Who are you?’

Endymion was curious, but she watched the conversation between the two in silence. Selene was really annoying and the girl was busy flirting with her despite her sharp attitude.

Then, suddenly, the girl’s eyes met Endymion.

“Huh? Who is that kid?”

“…You don’t need to know.”

“What, are you human?? How did this happen???”

Lightly ignoring the words that it was not necessary to know, the girl approached Endymion with her strides.

“Wow, I’ve never seen anyone other than you in here!”

“Vesta.”

“Huh? Why? Oh, what’s your name by the way? My name is Vesta, like he just said…”

The girl who introduced herself as ‘Vesta’ was about to lay her hand on Endymion.

“That’s it.”

“Huh? Selene, what’s wrong?”

“Please refrain from rudely touching other people’s property. If it happens, I can get you out of here right away.”

“No, I’m really just saying hello…”

Turning around and meeting Selene’s eyes, Vesta stiffened. Endymion peered at Selene over her shoulder, wondering what was going on, and she could see the look in her eyes that reminded her of the frigid cold.

“Stop it.”

“…Yes, I will.”

How trembling those eyes were, it was to the point where even Vesta, who had been fidgeting the entire time she appeared, was stunned.

When Selene, who had been radiating cold eyes, took a step forward, Vesta quickly recognized the unspoken pressure and stepped aside.

“…Are you okay?”

“Yes? Uh… yes.”

I wanted to know if this was okay or not, but seeing Selene’s firm expression as if she was still angry, I had no choice but to give a positive answer.