Mage's Secret

Just when the mage was worried, Murphy also felt extremely frustrated.

He stumbled back to the room and locked the door tightly.In fact, he doesn't know if the mage connects other doors to his room, whether this small door lock will still work.But he still did it, he just wanted to escape for a while.

He fell on the bed as if exhausted, the warmth and taste of Traphael still remained in his palms and lips, but his heart was cold.He almost tried his best to tease the mage just now. If Murphy has any specialties besides appearance, this kind of thing may barely be included in it.

He could feel that Traphael's breathing became even faster/quicker, which made him extremely confident in his own thoughts, and his body's reaction was the most honest, especially for a mage who always said seriously to refuse or escape man of discourse.Traphael's rising body temperature made him more and more excited, but just when he was about to get down to business, reality slapped him hard.

The body responds most honestly, but the mage's body does not respond.He didn't believe that Traphael had no feeling for him in his heart, but his body clearly told Murphy that he really had no feeling.

This made Murphy guess that Traphael's panting just now might be due to forbearance, the trembling/shaking might be due to disgust, and the rising body temperature might be due to anger.At this moment, Traphael pushed him away.

He desperately waits for the trial, even though he says he won't give up and doesn't accept rejection.But in fact, the blow from his sweetheart may be bigger than he imagined.

However, Traphael didn't scold him, not even a reprimand, just like the mage didn't stop him before the event, and he still took the matter lightly afterwards.

But Murphy didn't feel relieved by it.He buried himself in the soft quilt, which was moved from Traphael's bed. Although the mage complained, he didn't forcefully stop him.At this time, the quilt seemed to still have the smell of Traphael, which was fresher and calmer than pine wood. Murphy had smelled this smell countless times and fantasized about Traphael.

But when he asked about the aura at this time, Murphy felt only indescribably frustrated.Why did Traphael still not accept him after he made so many efforts, and even more pessimistically, did the mage never put him in his eyes, let alone take him to heart?

Murphy walked into a dead end again, and he tried not to think about it, but the piercing feeling forced him to face the reality.These depressions, if they had any substance, bound him, immobilized him, and left him with no time to think about anything else.

He locked himself in the room, did not go out or eat, and the closed door was not opened for three consecutive days.

In Murphy's situation, Trafael thinks he might need some space of his own.And even the sorcerer himself has been too busy wrestling with the emotions derived from Murphy's kiss/kiss these days, and has no time for him.

The atmosphere in the Mage Tower was a bit weird for a while, and even Elvis carefully mentioned about Murphy at the dining table where only two people were left, but Traphael brushed it off.

In such a mood, three days does not seem very long, but it is enough to roughly sort out the mood.The determination and unwillingness that had always been entrenched in Murphy's heart finally overwhelmed the frustration of those new students. Although the result of the adventure was not good, he didn't think the past was completely meaningless.Even though Traphael rejected him at this time, he knew that he still longed for the other party.

Now that he can't give up on Trafael, he will persevere, even if there is only a slight possibility, he will hold on tightly.Even if this glimmer of hope is completely lost, he will still stick to his heart.

As soon as this idea came out, it occupied all his thoughts like those crazily growing poisonous vines, and he suddenly pulled himself off the bed and rushed out of the room.

He rushed into Traphael's study like a gust of wind, he didn't know the exact location of the mage, he was just eager to find the mage and tell him his messy thoughts.

Fortunately Traphael was in the study, and alone.

He was holding a pen, and there were many books and scrolls spread out in his hand.But they still maintained the appearance of an hour ago. He was immersed in the thinking of the words and didn't write a single word. His efficiency in the past three days was frighteningly low.The sound of the door being pushed open roughly woke him up, and when he looked up, he saw Murphy standing at the door.

Trafael looked at Murphy, all questions and reprimands were blocked in his throat.The demon looked terrible, his hair was disheveled and his face was pale, and there was even a black circle around his eyes.Without asking, Traphael already understood how painful Murphy was at this time.Although he didn't want to admit it, Traphael couldn't help but feel sad for a while.

If Murphy could read the mage's mood at this moment, all his negative emotions would disappear immediately, but he didn't have that ability.So he just closed the door with the same hasty and rude action, stepped over to Traphael's side, held the other's shoulder, and then looked into the mage's eyes tightly.

"I told you I don't take no for an answer. You've got too many things in your eyes right now, but none of them can get in your heart," he said, "but I'm going to get in In your heart, let your heart only see me in your eyes. Even if you reject me once like this, I will continue to try, no matter how many times you reject me, I will not accept it. I can wait, and I have patience. You Whether it's escaping or rejecting, I won't give up until we both return to the original and never see each other again, no, maybe we will meet again in the next life, and then I will still pursue you. I want more than just An answer, what I want is your affirmation until you completely give yourself over to me. And before that, don't think that you can get rid of me."

After he said all these words in one go, he began to feel uneasy. He had too many emotions to express, and he didn't know whether he could accurately convey them to the mage.

Murphy's confession and firm and sincere eyes made Traphael almost soften his heart, but in the end he just gently shook Murphy's hand that was holding him tightly, and whispered: "You have to give me another some time."

This is not just the same escape as before, there are too many issues to consider between them, race is one aspect, and identity is also another aspect.It's hard for Murphy to stay on the mainland for a long time without being in danger, and Traphael can't just leave everything behind and go back to the Demon Realm with him.They couldn't just combine without hesitation, but Traphael, who was affected by Murphy's words, already understood at this time that as time went by, he might one day have the same feelings for Murphy.How he will choose at that time, he does not know.But at this moment, he thought that on that day, if Murphy was only looking for a moment of physical pleasure, then maybe he would not refuse him.

However, Murphy didn't know what the mage really thought. He looked at Traphael's eyes gradually dimmed with disappointment, but soon became hot again: "Then I will wait, and I will prove that I am stronger than you imagined." Be more persistent."

Traphael moved his hand on his knee, and he could hardly bear to pat Murphy on the head, but he finally endured it.He had to look away from the passionate eyes of the other party, and he returned his eyes to those pages, only to feel his mind calm down a bit.

"Give me some more time." He repeated again in a low voice, like a whisper.

How long was this period of time, Murphy did not ask, and even if he asked Traphael, he could not give a definite result.The relationship between the two has returned to the delicate balance before, but it has become more ambiguous.

After the impulsive kiss, the young devil became obviously presumptuous, and these passions made Traphael almost overwhelmed.

Just when the situation was getting more and more uncontrollable, something happened that made Traphael temporarily unable to think about his emotional entanglement with Murphy.

Elvis' father died, and the news arrived without warning on Traphael's desk along with other irrelevant letters.

A group of bandits broke into the small village where Elvis was born, and plundered the village's money and life.

When Traphael brought Elvis back to the Mage Tower, the young apprentice was only eight years old, and soon he would reach his full age.After nearly ten years of getting along with him, Traphael knew this apprentice very well. He was indifferent by nature and maintained the same indifference to everything.But this also makes those very few people and things that he can care about occupy a huge proportion, such as the mage himself, such as his father.

Not long ago, when Elvis assisted Traphael to complete a somewhat difficult research, when the mage told him that he was not far away from establishing his own family, he also planned to build his own mage tower near his hometown.

Recalling Elvis, who rarely showed a childish side when he told about his father and the family farm, Traphael felt heavy in his heart.He didn't want to break the little expectation in the heart of the student he liked very much, but he had no right to hide it from him.

So after thinking about it, Traphael called Elvis into the study, let him sit beside him, and told him in the most euphemistic words after pouring a cup of hot black tea with a lot of sugar and milk. After this incident, he expressed his regret.

One second Elvis's face was full of joy due to the teacher's preferential treatment to him, and the next second it turned into hesitation and sadness.

He begged Traphael to narrate the matter again, as if what he just heard was just because he misheard, and when Traphael said it again, things would change into a different shape.

Trafael hugged him tightly before the tears flowed, there was only so much he could do for him.

And until he was brought into the warm embrace of the mage, Elvis still repeated that sentence in a low voice with confusion in his eyes: "My father, where did you go?"

His eyes were open, but his eyes were not focused.Before he himself noticed, the mage's robe was already wet with tears.

"He will return to the side of the God of Light, and then his soul will return to tranquility." Traphael stroked/stroked Elvis's shiny hair, comforting in a low voice.Although he doesn't believe in God, he thinks that for Elvis, having a spiritual sustenance is undoubtedly the best choice at this time.

But what he could not have expected was that starting with his words, the force majeure of fate finally pushed both him and Elvis into a situation where there was no turning back.