Bacas Medi heard Alan’s words and nodded happily. It was best not to swear an oath. DarkMages weren’t ordinary people. Such individuals couldn’t take vows lightly. Breaking one later meant utterly miserable consequences.
Seeing Bacas Medi’s delighted expression, Alan felt a headache coming on. If she wasn’t the murderous DarkMage, did that mean the real one still roamed Newdali City? Alan didn’t care much about others’ lives. But DarkMages killing under his nose annoyed him deeply. Before his father screwed him over, he’d dreamed of being a hero. That showed he still had justice in him.
“Cutie, if you want to catch those nasty guys, I can help,” Bacas Medi said, gazing at Alan. “I can smell their aura from far away.” She’d guessed he was troubled by the harmful DarkMages. Earlier, she’d never have shared their hideouts. But now, knowing Alan was her fiancé, she wanted to help. She didn’t dislike him, after all.
“Can you find them?” Alan asked, surprised.
Bacas Medi nodded. “Of course. Cutie—no, Alan—don’t forget I’m a DarkMage too. But I’m different. I don’t kill unless provoked. They sacrifice to their Dark God. Or kill to set up a powerful Dark Magic Array. Those types are despicable even among DarkMages.”
“That’s great!” Layne smiled at Bacas Medi. “Tomorrow morning, you’ll take us to find them. Execute them, and you’ll gain freedom. At least you won’t be guarded by your fiancé anymore.”
Bacas Medi thought it over. The man whose magic she’d drained had a point. Alan was her fiancé. Avoiding his dislike was best.
“Alan, could you call me Medi?” she asked, eyes bewitching.
Alan was speechless. Just a name—why fuss? Was she trying to get closer after learning he was her fiancé?
“Upstairs to sleep.” Alan led Bacas Medi and Layne to the second floor. Layne, his old best friend, knew his room well. He headed straight for the third floor, leaning on the wall. Damn, no magic made his legs weak.
Alan checked Emma’s room on the second floor. If she hadn’t returned, he’d settle Bacas Medi first. Newdali City was unsafe lately. He didn’t want Emma killed by a DarkMage.
Opening the door, Alan froze. Emma slept deeply, drooling onto her fluffy little hands. He tiptoed in, covered her with a blanket, and closed the window. She must have left through it. Good she was back. Tomorrow, he’d warn her not to go out at night.
“If I’m not mistaken, that girl’s a werewolf?” Bacas Medi’s icy eyes met Alan’s as he turned. It startled him. Moments ago, her gaze was bewitching. Now it was cold.
Bacas Medi was furious. Her fiancé had been tender to another girl right before her. They’d just met today, but he was hers alone! Anyone touching him was her enemy. Her master’s words echoed: hold what’s yours tightly; kill thieves.
“Yes, she’s a werewolf. Problem?” Alan asked.
“Who is she to you?” Bacas Medi stepped closer, staring into his ink-black eyes.
“My fiancée. So what?”
Killing intent flashed in her eyes. “You say she’s your fiancée?”
“Why so worked up? Like you, she was tricked by my old man. I won’t acknowledge those marriage contracts. We’ll settle this after catching the DarkMages.” Alan’s eyes turned cold. “And Bacas Medi—don’t even think of harming Emma. I won’t hesitate to kill you.”
Her killing intent faded. She stared blankly. He’d threatened her? She was his fiancée. Well, so was that Little Wolf Girl. Why was he gentle to Emma but fierce to her? A look of grievance crossed Bacas Medi’s face. She shouldn’t feel this way—they’d just met. Yet, thinking of his tenderness to the wolf girl hurt.
She shot Alan a stubborn glance. “Where do I sleep tonight?”
Alan blinked. She’d said “I,” not “this one.” Was she angry?
“That room.”
“I understand.” She walked to the room he’d pointed to.
Alan sighed inwardly. Hey, you’re my captive. Is this attitude okay? His threat to kill her was just a bluff. He’d only slain Beastmonsters, never people. But born in this magic world, he sensed blood would stain his hands soon. That day felt close.
