The Villainess Who Was Dumped Got Married into My Family, a Mob Noble from the Frontier, and Turns Out, She's an Amazing Capable Wife? - Chapter 79: Don't Tempt Fate

Chapter 79: Don’t Tempt Fate

While Edward was extracting information from the sole survivor, I took care of disposing of the bodies.

By separating the magic essence from the bodies, they became defenseless and were instantly turned to ash by magical flames. Even if Edward had greatly thinned the oxygen levels, the flames would appear regardless since the fuel was magical energy.

“Start talking. No matter how loudly you scream, your cries won’t be heard outside.”

“Uh, uh, ugh…”

“Can’t even scream properly? Let me make it easier for you to talk.”

“Cough! Cough!”

Watching Edward interrogate, I thought about his magic. 

His chantless casting wasn’t just simple air manipulation, but a precise control over the atmosphere’s components. It’s a rare skill.

Remember those dark magicians who attacked during the other day? One of them used air pressure to create invisible fists, showing considerable power.

Such capabilities involve a deep understanding of various magics, and like me, Edward must have studied all kinds of magic extensively.

Many nobles who graduate from the magical academy but can’t inherit their family estates end up gaining positions as court magicians, and this foundation helps explain why they aren’t taught chantless magic right away.

Only the strongest will can reach this level.

Recognize him as the Shadow, huh?

Alright, Edward.

If your naive notions have been erased by life-threatening experiences, I’ll acknowledge you as the Shadow. 

But the next opponent might be a bit tougher—?

“I… I don’t know what to… I don’t know anything…”

Said the magician, barely able to breathe.

There was no despair in his eyes, instead, a spark that suggested he still had some tricks up his sleeve.

“There’s a dangerous one here, I know… that much… so I brought her here.”

At that moment, Edward, who had been standing in front of him, was suddenly sent flying.

I turned to see if Edward was dead, but he was floating slightly, managing to slow his momentum even as he coughed up blood.

His mask was half-broken, revealing his unconscious face, eyes rolled back.

Interesting, he can use chantless magic as a safety feature even unconsciously; I’ll have to give him some credit for that.

But with Edward unconscious, the controlled atmosphere returned to normal, and the interrogated magician managed to stand up using some healing magic.

“Cough, cough, thank god…” 

“Who’s that bald guy in the mask? He’s not what I was told.”

A petite magician dressed in black robes suddenly appeared in front of the standing magician. 

Her face was hidden, but her voice revealed she was a woman.

The previously interrogated magician shook his head in response.

“I don’t know. But that guy is quite powerful, can manipulate the air.”

“Hmm.”

With a disinterested tone, the woman in black robes glanced towards Edward, but I realized her attention was focused on me all along.

She’s wary.

As she stared intently, the woman turned to face me and spoke,

“Is the border well-guarded? Guardian of the frontier?”

“You don’t call me a ‘discarded monkey,’ huh?”

I’ve never been addressed that way by a magician before.

“Just let them call you whatever they want.”

The woman said with a chuckle.

“I’m not here to fight you, I came to meet you.”

“What!?”

The magician next to her started to panic.

“What do you mean!? All my subordinates have been turned to ash—”

“—Be ashamed of your ignorance.”

She interrupted, cutting off the magician’s head with a swift motion.

“Ever heard of ‘Don’t mess with the Brave if you don’t want to be cursed’?”

Ignoring the twitching magician who fell and bled profusely from the neck, the woman who caught the severed head said, 

“My role is purely to negotiate. This is a gift.”

Don’t want it.

It’s not much different from being feared and left alone as a ‘discarded monkey’. It’s just a different way of saying it.

Also, I’m supposed to turn them to ash to leave no trace, so think about the cleanup when you kill someone…

“What do you think? He can still talk, a rare item.”

“G-g-g-g-you, you, you!” 

The severed head of the magician kept repeating like a broken toy.

He seems to have a few seconds to speak due to the spell of healing magic, but he’s no longer sane enough to say anything coherent.

“I’ll pass. I’m not into playing with deranged dolls.”

I said as she tossed the head over, but I swatted it away and shattered it—too macabre for my taste.

“So, what’s this negotiation about?”

Moving on to the main topic.

If she prepared a gift and wants to talk, I might as well listen.

“I’m Wednesday. The Bloodweek received a request. The clients are the Pentagram family and the Slash family.”

“Heh, you can say that much?”

“Some concessions are unavoidable. I’ve been given authority. Facing you now, I judged that we couldn’t have a conversation unless I disclosed that much.”

Mentioning the names of the clients was a significant concession.

Either she thinks it’s okay to reveal, or she knows it’s already known and acts accordingly.

“So?”

I asked briefly, and the woman named Wednesday responded,

“I want to know your purpose. Since you came to this academy, the order has been disturbed. I need to know if seeking change is the will of the Brave family, or if it’s not.”