The Abandoned White Magician’s Tea Life - Chapter 67 : Dark Wish
Translator: Sunnyshies
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Chapter 67 : Dark Wish
Amalia nodded mournfully and checked the fruit in her basket.
‘I still think it’s better to use only fruits to bring out the flavor without using herbs. If you mean more attributes, then I have to make sure that they are not overlapping…’
Whether she made the right one or not, she will find out once Braulio takes his measurements.
That Braulio came in late and remained silent when Alphonse scolded him, saying, “Where have you been wandering around?” He didn’t seem to be able to say that he had been in agony for a while because the spot where Amalia had hit him hurt, which made her feel a little better.
This time, there were also guards in the room, apparently to make sure Amalia was not making any suspicious moves. Since she had no intention of introducing anything strange into the mix without being stared at so closely, Amalia decided to concentrate on making tea without worrying about the outside world.
…and she did.
“…that’s right! It was about a month after she joined us. I remember she clung to you with a miserable face and pleaded, “I’ll do my best, please don’t throw me away”.”
“Amalia was a masterpiece that time. She had complained about us so much, yet when it came to the time for her to lose her place, she came crying to us…remember, Amalia? Remember that time you skipped dinner?”
Taking advantage of Amalia’s silence, Alphonse and Esmeralda began to talk about the old days. The stories were all about Amalia’s humiliating experiences.
‘…of course, I remember! I remember it well, when it was so hard, when I felt sorry for myself, and yet I couldn’t help it!’
Her hand trembled as she held the knife to peel the purine.
Don’t listen, she told herself. Don’t listen to these people, and just concentrate on the task on hand.
“Amalia should have learned from Esmeralda earlier. You’ve been backbiting Esmeralda because she’s younger than you, yet more talented and beautiful, haven’t you?”
“That’s right, Amalia. You used to look at me with a reproachful look on your face sometimes. I wanted to be friends with you, but you were so unkind to me. I was going to love you like a big sister…”
Esmeralda’s eyes were sad and downcast, and Amalia noticed that the guards were also fidgeting and looking at her. They don’t know the truth of what happened ten years ago, so they think Esmeralda’s words may be true.
‘Did you really want to get along with me? Did you really try to think of me as a sister?…fufu, what a lie.’
After peeling the purine, she cut the fifi into chunks.
Amalia laughed faintly in her mind as she cut them down.
‘Esmeralda had been ridiculing me behind my back for a long, long time. She would only speak out of turn and hit me with her tin cane when we were alone so that Alphonse and the others wouldn’t see it. Whenever a man came nearby, she would say, “Amalia is…” and make me look bad.’
Alphonse and those three idiots were deceived by her, but Amalia could not speak out strongly enough. At first, she appealed to Alphonse and the others, but Amalia was attacked by them, saying, “The princess would never say such a thing,” and “Are you trying to make the party’s atmosphere worse?”
Esmeralda was smiling behind Alphonse’s back at that time.
Esmeralda was a victim of bullying by Amalia because she was young, talented and delicate.
Amalia was a frail old woman who bullied Esmeralda for nothing more than her age.
That kind of structure was quickly established, and it also caused Amalia to feel alienated.
She had no choice but to ignore them, even though they kept telling her that she was incompetent, that she was stupid, and that she was a hypocrite.
If she talks back, she will be retaliated against. Perhaps she will be thrown into a den of demons, or even sold to a br0thel.
So even though it was hard, she didn’t run away and she didn’t go against it.
She didn’t want to die, she didn’t want her body to be played with as they pleased, and she didn’t want to be left alone and abandoned.
…her hands trembled with anger, so when she squeezed the moreh, the juice splattered out of the bowl because of the excessive force.
When Yugo and Leonardo asked her if she wanted revenge, she gave an honorable answer, “That’s not what I want”. She was able to answer that way because she was in Polk. The environment was so good that she didn’t even think about revenge or punishment or anything like that.
But when the hateful people were in front of him, and the moment they started to talk amusingly about her pathetic past, her heart started to throb and her head began to spin.
She started to wish that they would get hurt.
She hoped that they could get hurt.
Amalia wishes that when they drink the tea she made, there will be no effect, and they could be torn apart by demons, burned by scorching flames, and die in agony and pain.
――dark desires that she would never have thought she had while she was in Polk. When she thought of such desires while making tea, her mind strangely calmed down.
Just thinking about how Alphonse and Esmeralda would suffer the most and return in humiliation that Amalia had experienced ten years ago was enough to make her heart skip.
…however.
‘…sorry, Yugo. I’m an unfit mom for thinking such cruel things.’
She has given Yugo all the love and kindness she can.
However, no matter how much of a fateful relationship she has with Hugo, she wonders if she is still capable of embracing him as she has done up to now, after thinking such a disgusting thing.
She wonders if she can still be Yugo’s mother, thinking like this.
‘Leonardo too…I’m sorry. I’ve become the same person as Alphonse and the others.’
If she wishes for people’s misfortune, she will be just like Alphonse. She remembered telling Leonardo something like that.
Now that she has revealed her hatred for Alphonse and the others, Amalia is no longer the woman he described as “innocent”.
She is just as filthy as those creatures who return hatred with hatred, wish for the unfortunate death of others, and rejoice in their downfall.
Still, Alphonse and Esmeralda are happily talking about Amalia’s failures.
Amalia placed the fruit in the pot and poured hot water over. Turning the hourglass over, Amalia watched as the grains of sand fell away, a lonely smile appeared on the edges of her lips.
Assuming that she is really rescued from here.
Can Amalia really go back to Polk, to Yugo and Leonardo?
‘Yugo…Leonardo…’
She kept her eyelids down and relaxed her shoulders――that’s when it happened.
A ray of gold light streamed outside the window, and a tremendous explosion rang through the royal city.