Veronica Lake was a popular American actress and pin-up girl during the 1940s and 1950s. She gained fame for her roles in films such as "This Gun for Hire" and "The Blue Dahlia." One of her most notable films is "I Married a Witch," released in 1942. In "I Married a Witch," Lake plays the character of Jennifer, a witch who was burned at the stake along with her father centuries ago. They place a curse on the family of the man who accused them, promising that every male descendant will be unhappy in marriage. However, Jennifer is released from her curse during a lightning storm and proceeds to wreak havoc on the life of Wallace Wooley, one of the descendants.
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"It's essentially similar in nature to other powers," Kishiar continued, observing the look in Yuder's eyes.
"Meaning, it doesn't provoke a strong reaction when mixed with other powers. Instead, it may even protect the vessel that holds it. It's like dough before it takes shape—a power that can envelop anything and change it as it pleases."
"I get what you're saying."
There were no fixed rules governing the power of the Awakeners. Though categories had been arbitrarily established for convenience, not a single power was the same as another, a fact evident from looking at the Cavalry members alone. Even among those with similar abilities, the nuances were all different. Thus, it was difficult for anyone to claim a comprehensive understanding of the Awakeners.
That was also the case for the power Yuder had absorbed through his hand. That power was simply 'power' in the purest sense. What exactly it could accomplish and how far it could go remained an enigma.
"If you grasp that point, it may be quite helpful when assessing His Majesty’s vessel," Kishiar mused.
A power like dough that could become anything.
Though the pure form of that power was indescribable, even described as pure poison by Enon, calling it 'dough' oddly made it feel whimsical and gentle.
"Yes, I understand," Yuder said, nodding with a relaxed expression.
"Before we proceed with His Majesty, let's try a few more times like today. It might be tough, but are you okay with that?"
"Of course, I am. I was going to ask you for it myself."
Kishiar gave a faint smile. Taking a deep breath, he reached out and patted the seat next to him—a signal to lie down.
Yuder silently got up and lay down on the right side of the space where Kishiar had been sitting. As soon as he did, Kishiar turned his body so that his face was visible to Yuder. In the dim light cast by the lantern, he whispered,
"Everything will be over after I meet the Star of Nagran left here tomorrow. How do you feel about returning to the capital?"
"It still doesn't feel real to me."
"Things will change once you go back. For better or worse."
Yuder wasn't sure why he felt so strange thinking about walking back into the barracks. Despite concluding everything in a much shorter time and with significantly fewer casualties than in his past life, the sensation was inexplicably peculiar.
Yuder's gaze shifted toward Kishiar's face.
'Once we go back, staying in the same room like this won't happen.'
Baron Willhem had been captured, so technically there was no need to continue the pretense of being lovers. Yet neither had suggested separate bedrooms. Though their comrades thought this was just due to sharing space within the same lodging, Yuder knew that wasn't the case.
Originally, it would have been unfathomable to casually lie next to a man who should be as distant as the sky. Yet he had adapted to this situation so quickly that he could hardly believe he had slept alone all his life.
As he sketched the outline of Kishiar's eyes that met his own, Yuder suddenly understood.
The weird feeling arose precisely because he had become so accustomed to it.
It was strange that someone he had once considered impossible to grow accustomed to had now become closer and more familiar to him than anyone else. Different from family yet in some ways closer, it was an indescribable feeling.
"Commander, how do you feel?" Yuder quietly asked, lost in thought.
"Are you talking about me?" A man who always enjoyed when Yuder asked him questions chuckled softly.
"I think we're fortunate that everything went better than anticipated, even if there were points for improvement and regrets."
"If I had to grade myself, I'd give a 5 out of 10."
"Couldn't you rate yourself a bit higher?"
In the eyes of others, the Cavalry had achieved a result beyond the score of 10, verging on 20 or even 30. Yuder wasn't completely without regrets, but he was greatly satisfied that there were far fewer casualties than he had seen and experienced in his past life.
At the center of it all was Kishiar, who had managed everything better than anyone else. He certainly deserved more than half of the points he had given himself.
"My assistant seems to have generously rated me. Excessive, even."
"It's not generous; it's merely the truth. What the Cavalry achieved this time goes beyond merely completing a mission. It could have. "
Hesitating for a moment on whether to continue, Yuder decided to speak his mind.
". potentially averted greater chaos and tragedy that could have spread to the West and the entire Empire. All of this was possible because you were there, Commander. That's what I believe."
Kishiar opened his eyes a bit wider and chuckled. "That sounds almost like a prophecy."
"The Prince of Nelarn, who considered himself your new close friend, said something similar before leaving. As if you knew he would awaken, you gave him some rather insightful advice."
At the unexpected mention of Prince Ejain of Nelarn, Yuder momentarily furrowed his brow but quickly smoothed his expression.
"He said that, but he also mentioned that you have no prophetic abilities, so it's likely not the truth. I had thought then that maybe my assistant's particularly keen sensitivity to power would allow him to sense someone on the verge of awakening."
"That's not the correct answer."
"I see, so this isn't it either," Kishiar responded, slightly disappointed. Yuder paused before speaking.
"But assuming he would soon awaken is, in fact, correct."
"Even without a prophecy?"
"So should I take that you said it considering the real possibility that it could have happened?"
Instead of replying, Yuder simply nodded. Kishiar's gaze deepened.
"You don't hold such certainty in everything. Therefore, the difference between what you are certain of and what you're not might be the key to the truth."
A tingling sensation lightly radiated from within his chest.
However, Yuder quickly suppressed the sensation and said nothing.
After what seemed a long period of silence, the man finally spoke. "Thank you."
For saying that.
A brief, tender kiss landed on Yuder's forehead, then pulled away. Staring blankly at Kishiar's unusually youthful smile, Yuder furrowed his brows. His throat tingled inside his tightly sealed lips.
Finally, the day to return to the capital after wrapping up all matters had arrived.
The Cavalry stood in formation, dressed in their black uniforms, just as they had upon their arrival. The people of Tainu, regardless of their social status, gathered to witness their departure.
"The atmosphere is completely different from when we first arrived," Ever mused, her face awash with a complex mix of emotions. "Back then, no one paid any attention to us, and if they did, it was only to show hostility."
"While there are still those who are hostile, it's amazing how the overall atmosphere has changed," he continued.
While Ever, Emun, and the remaining members were finishing preparations for departure, Baron Koelt rushed over and dismounted from his carriage. Though his face showed signs of fatigue from already beginning to deal with matters related to Tainu on behalf of Baron Willhem, his expression was noticeably brighter and more fulfilled.
As Baron Koelt surveyed the area, bewildered by the sea of black uniforms, his eyes finally settled on Yuder. He approached cheerfully and greeted him.
"Sir Aile, it's unfortunate we must part ways. Do you happen to know where His Grace the Duke is?"
"He stepped inside for a moment, but he'll be out shortly. Please wait a bit," Yuder responded.
True to his word, Kishiar soon emerged with Nathan by his side. The sight of him in his white uniform temporarily stunned many around them, creating an awkward silence where there had been noise. The Cavalry members, now accustomed to Kishiar's appearance, chuckled quietly at those who seemed to lose their souls upon seeing their Commander's face.
"Ah, Baron Koelt has arrived."
"Your Grace," Baron Koelt greeted, bowing his knee.
Rather than bestowing gifts or flattery upon Kishiar, Baron Koelt quickly discussed several matters, one of which was about the old mage laboratory on the fourth floor of the Security Management Team's underground dungeon.
"I'm sorry I can't return the diary we took immediately. It turns out to be more interesting than expected, so I'll examine it further and send it back to you later. Is that alright?"
"If you need to, please feel free to examine it as much as you want. I don't have the time to study it properly at the moment either. It will be a few months before I can start any meaningful research," Baron Koelt responded.
Yuder's gaze subtly shifted toward Enon, who was standing not far away with Hellem. Mick had decided to return due to some upper-level matters, but Hellem had ultimately decided to accompany the Cavalry to the capital. Hidden within the cloth-covered box that Hellem was carrying was the still-living Pethuamet, or rather, Penpen. Inside the bag that Enon was carrying was the diary of the First Duke Tain.
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Ye Ming transmigrated to a world of swords and magic, here there are giant dragons, elves, orcs, magical beasts, the undead… Ye Ming realized that he was a student who obtained the last place at the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and was about to be expelled. “Ding, Supreme Skills System, loading……” “Ding, unknown reason, system bug has occurred……” “Fixing bug……” “Bug fixed, skill points remaining: max!” …… Looking at the skill panel that had appeared before his eyes, Ye Ming tried to click on the “+” icon behind the “Fireball” magic. “Ding! Your Fireball has improved, currently Level 6.” “Ding! Your Fireball has improved, currently Level 7.” “Ding! Your Fireball has improved, currently Level 8.” “Ding! Your Fireball has improved, currently Level 9.”. “Congratulations on your self-taught mastery, you have understood the “Laws of Blasting Fire’, your Fireball has evolved to become Forbidden Spell: Dark Sun Blast!” Looking at the enormous fireball that was as deep and dark as a black hole floating before him, Ye Ming smiled and started going crazy on his skill points…… The next day, Ye Ming dragged his exhausted body to the wizardry academy library. He knew that he had to learn new skills now. Because~ the skills that he’d learned before all became forbidden spells! He tried to light a fire for a barbeque and almost blasted away the entire academy!
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I’m never attending school, ever again. From now on, I’ll live life for myself!
…Yi-Han, a Korean graduate student, thus swore after obtaining his Master’s degree with much effort.
He was never going near a place of study ever again.
However, as the saying goes, things never go as planned.
Yi-Han died in an unfortunate accident, only to be born in another world as a child of the Wardanaz Family, a household known for its magic.
And in the blink of an eye, 15 years had passed.
Today was the day he would enroll in Einroguard, the Empire’s greatest magic academy.
When Yi-Han was reborn as a Wardanaz, he was at first puzzled, then fascinated, before finally accepting the situation he was in.
Fortunately for him, the Wardanaz was a family with much authority in the Empire, renowned for nurturing powerful mages.
Yi-Han’s father, who was the head of the Wardanazs, was a powerful figure who had a close relationship with the emperor, and their mansion was the very definition of luxury.
At this point, Yi-Han arrived at a certain hypothesis.
-This must be my reward for attending graduate school in my previous life!
He could now live comfortably for the rest of his life, without any worries…or so he thought.
The Wardanaz Family wasn’t such a lax place.
-What do you wish to achieve in life?
‘Should I be honest and tell him I wish to play around and live comfortably?’ Yi-Han thought to himself.
It didn’t seem like a very good answer.
-Never mind, you don’t need to reply. After all, we both know the answer to that question.
-You yourself should be aware of your hidden talent.
-As you may already know, our household has a rule that dictates that the first-born child will inherit everything.
This came as a shock to him.
Everything? As in everything?
Not even a penny for the others?
-Patriarch, does that mean I won’t inherit anything?
-That’s where you’re wrong, Yi-Han Wardanaz.
-Our household will give you all the opportunities you need. If you wish to become a knight, we’ll find the best knight to train you. If you wish to become a government official, you’ll have the chance to learn under a minister. If you wish to become a merchant, you’ll be able to work under the Empire’s most successful merchant group.
‘…Or you could just give me an equivalent amount of money.’
He’d no doubt rake in a fortune if he sold those opportunities to someone else.
To begin with, their household rule was ridiculous.
‘Damn it, I should’ve been born just a few years earlier.’
He lamented his laziness for being born as the third child.
The first child would receive everything while the rest would have to struggle and find a way to feed themselves somehow.
When he learned of this, Yi-Han thought long and hard about what he should do in the future.
Government official, merchant, knight, or adventurer
The good thing was, though he wouldn’t receive any money, the household would provide as much support as they could.
In other words, he had the chance to learn and achieve whatever he desired.
After much consideration, he decided on becoming a mage.
-I knew you would say that.
His father, the patriarch, seemed satisfied with his answer.
-I assume you knew you were talented in this field?
‘I just thought it would be the most stable job to have?’
He wasn’t wrong about that.
Mages were respected throughout the Empire, and it was an occupation that even members of the nobility would be proud to have.
With enough skill, they would be welcomed anywhere.
Be it the knights’ order, the adventurers guild, or the imperial palace, mages were considered valuable everywhere.
-Go attend Einroguard. You’ll meet many aspiring mages such as yourself, and you will surely grow by experiencing what it’s like to be there.
Einroguard was the best of the best even within the Empire when it came to magic academies. It boasted the longest history, tradition, and prestige. Just by graduating there, one was guaranteed a certain amount of fame.
Of course, that wasn’t all.
They could accomplish great things, catch the attention of a professor and receive their recommendation letter, or form connections with other students that may prove useful later on in their lives…
Not only was Einroguard the best magic academy in the Empire, but it was also the ideal place to build connections.
Though he had sworn off schools in his previous life, Yi-Han had no choice but to obediently enroll in the academy.
-Understood. I will enroll in the academy.
‘I’ll endure it for now until I graduate… just think of this as investing for the future.’
Arlong, an elderly knight, gave Yi-Han a salute.
Young Master Yi-Han.
I thank Sir Knight for escorting me here.
It wasn’t anything worthy of praise.
Arlong was a knight that served the Wardanaz Family.
Normally, a knight like him wouldn’t have to serve as Yi-Han’s guard, but when he heard that Yi-Han would be leaving the capital to enroll in Einroguard, he volunteered himself for the task.
It was because they shared a close relationship.
I didn’t think Sir Knight, who taught me swordsmanship, would accompany me here…
It wasn’t because Young Master Yi-Han had learned from me. It was to make sure others don’t belittle the Waradanaz Household.
Whatever the reason may be, I’m grateful.
Arlong continued to maintain a serious expression, but Yi-Han, who knew of his personality, smiled.
Though Arlong was strict and silent most of the time, he was a kind and thoughtful man. He had volunteered out of concern for Yi-Han’s safety.
Seeing his smile, Arlong let out a dry cough.
Well, truth be told, I may have been a little glad when Young Master Yi-Han expressed his desire to learn swordsmanship.
Wardanaz was a family of mages, and not many thought to learn how to wield a sword.
However, Yi-Han learned it for two reasons.
First, he was of the belief that anything he learned could prove useful later on. For example, he could keep himself safe if he knew how to wield a sword.
As for the second reason
It was because he was bored out of his mind.
Though it may come as a surprise, he didn’t learn even a single bit of magic at the Wardanaz’s.
-It’s dangerous to learn magic before the age of 15!
In this world, 15 was the age when people were considered adults.
Learning magic was the most difficult and dangerous out of all the studies, so it made sense that learning it would be prohibited before one became an adult.
Yi-Han, whose mental age was way over 15, thought it was unfair, but there wasn’t anything he could do about it.
Take a look over there. The young masters and misses of other households have also come with guards so as to not bring shame to their family.
Isn’t that a bit…excessive?
Yi-Han was at a loss for words when he saw the carriages that filled the Empire’s streets.
Bringing ten carriages and dozens of horsemen along seemed over the top.
Admittedly, the noble class was a bit fixated on their pride and liked to show off their wealth but to think they’d go this far when they’re enrolling their kids into an academy… Not only that
I thought we weren’t allowed to enter the academy with our guards, servants, nor slaves?
Einroguard was a traditional magic academy, and they greatly valued equality.
It didn’t matter whether someone was a member of the royal family or a slave. When they entered, they had to enter alone.
They may bring as many people as they’d like, but they would be left behind in the end.
Most of them will probably be staying in a nearby town.
…For real? Yi-Han asked, sounding tired already.
15 years have passed since he reincarnated in this world, but he still couldn’t get used to the thoughts of the nobility.
Once they entered this massive academy, they would probably only leave the school’s premises once or twice a month. Making people stand by just for that seemed ridiculous.
I asked around earlier on and it appears that they’ve bought several properties in nearby areas. Some towns around here have properties built just for that purpose.
Sir Knight, I’m saying this now, but I don’t need something like that.
But we’ve already purchased a small property as well?
Yi-Han swore in his head.
Just give me that frickin’ money!
Spending money that way was considered okay, but they weren’t allowed to hand the money to him directly.
It was complete bogus.
We’re far from the capital, young master. It’s always better to be safe than sorry.
Yi-Han got on his horse. Other people rode on carriages, but he decided he’d just pass through the gates by himself.
‘I’d have to wait until sunset if I were to ride a carriage.’
Well, once again, I’d like to thank Sir Knight for following me here.
There’s no need, Young Master Yi-Han. It was my honor to escort you.
Those were Arlong’s sincere thoughts. Among everyone in the family, he liked Yi-Han the most as he was both grounded and modest.
Master also seems to hold the young master in high regard.
I doubt that’s the case, but thanks anyway.
Einroguard was located far away from the capital and the imperial palace. According to a rumor, it was because they had to search for a location with abundant mana. The rumor seemed to be true, as the academy was surrounded by nature.
There was a vast mountain range beyond the academy, not to mention a long, deep river flowing next to it.
Closing his eyes, he could almost feel nature’s mana in the air.
A boy approached Yi-Han while saying this, so Yi-Han stared at him, wondering what was going on.
One look at what he was wearing was enough to tell his social class.
There were strings of gold decorating his coat made of high-quality silk, and there wasn’t a trace of roughness on his hands or face.
He was no doubt a noble.
‘Should I call for someone?’
The boy was pale and shivering, indicating how unwell he was.
Had he been struck by some weird magic?
What’s wrong? Are you okay?
I can’t sleep…without my servants attending to me…
Yi-Han barely managed to hold back his fists.
His concern was absolutely unnecessary.
However, the boy seemed to consider it a serious issue.
We can’t bring our servants in? But they’re like my arms and legs! They’re practically telling me to chop off my limbs!
Wonderful argument, Yi-Han said dismissively.
The boy, on the other hand, found courage in his words.
Right? I’ll go and file a complaint.
…What will you tell them?
Duh? I’m going to tell them they should allow my servants in! Else I’ll consider it a challenge to our household!
Good luck with that.
He didn’t think they’d bend their tradition which they had upheld for thousands of years just for a spoiled brat. Nevertheless, he gave the boy his blessings.
First of all, it was none of his business. Second of all, he was curious as to how the academy’s mages would react.
The boy scuttled away, but he soon returned with a blank expression on his face.
I repent. I repent. I repent. I repent…
Yi-Han was flabbergasted.
From how the boy was behaving, it was clear he had been affected by a magic that either hypnotized him or dominated his mind.
He wasn’t surprised by the magic itself. He’d heard about it before. However, he was shocked that the academy’s staff would cast such a thing on someone with a noble background.
‘…They say no one would know if the academy buries dead bodies in the mountains. That can’t be true, right?’
He was beginning to wonder whether the rumors he heard in the morning were true.
-Welcome to Einroguard.
With a booming voice, someone sent a message directly to everyone’s head.
And soon, the front doors to Einroguard opened.
-You may enter, Ironheads!
Everyone present furrowed their eyebrows, but not because of the insult thrown at them.
Rather, because of the fact that they had an aptitude for magic, they could feel the immense amount of magic surrounding the academy and were pressured by it.
Was this how it felt to stare directly at the sun? To challenge a giant with bare hands?
The horses neighed. Someone had tried to enter with their carriage.
-I remember saying you must enter by yourself
And with that, the carriage disappeared, and a girl riding inside fell to the ground with a shriek.
Following this, over a dozen carriages vanished, and people nearby heard the screams of the boys and girls who were inside.
-So be it. Ironheads! Know that the academy will make sure its rules are kept, even if you wish to go against them!
Yi-Han and several other students that were quick-witted realized the academy was as unforgiving as the rumors said.
-Move your lazy asses! Move it! Move it!
Yi-Han had a habit of observing everything. Not only was this habit carried over to this world, but it also became worse than before.
Everything felt new and refreshing, and thus, observing them was a treat.
Currently, there were hundreds of boys and girls gathered where he was. Members of the royal family, sons, and daughters of nobility, knights, officials, merchants, adventurers, beggars, there were people from all walks of life.
Soon, they began forming small groups of their own. Forming connections was important for their student life.
Yi-Han of the Wardanaz Family?
Yes, I’m surprised you figured it out. I’m not carrying my family crest anywhere.
Since equality was a major part of the academy’s tradition, they weren’t allowed to wear anything with their family crest on it.
Even so, it wasn’t that hard to tell.
Yi-Han himself recognized some members of the nobility and royal family he had met before.
My name’s Yonaire, Yonaire Maykin.
A girl with smooth eyebrows and curly red hair that stretched down to her shoulder walked up to Yi-Han.
The Maykins was another household known in the Empire for nurturing mages, but they were more involved in the Empire’s politics than the Wardanaz that preferred to be left alone.
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For the sake of researching magic, the patriarch often stayed cooped up in the mansion even when the Emperor summoned him.
Nice to meet you, Yonaire. What can I do for you?
His Highness wishes to see you.
Maykin gestured behind her.
A boy who was dressed the most extravagantly among all the new students was waving at him.
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However, Jennifer is released from her curse during a lightning storm and proceeds to wreak havoc on the life of Wallace Wooley, one of the descendants. Jennifer sets out to marry Wallace and make him miserable, but unexpectedly falls in love with him. The film follows their complicated relationship as they navigate the challenges of their magical and unconventional circumstances.
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