Chapter 1285 Lured In Here to Kill Me? (Part 3)

“It happened to be seen by her while she was gathering herbs by the lakeside… She didn’t laugh at me but came over, used Aquamenti to help me clean, and then soothed the burns on my hand with her warm Healing Magic.” Musa’s face showed a reminiscent smile: “She asked me why I was doing something so dangerous.”

“I stammered, saying it was for making delicious food.”

“Instead of thinking that I was being frivolous like everyone else, her eyes brightened and she said she also loved exploring how to use local spices and herbs to make food more delicious… So there we were, by the beautiful lakeside, starting from food, talking about magic, sharing our experiences and visions for the future… It felt like we had endless things to say.”

“That dusk, the sunset dyed the lakeside golden and outlined her profile like a Goddess. At that moment, I suddenly understood what my teacher had once said, but which I had dismissed with a laugh—the true power of magic is not in destruction but in creation and connection. And my ‘frivolous’ hobby seemed to have found its purpose.”

How should I put it, it sounds like a beautiful story, but Ian, after all, is a little wizard with dirty, mischievous thoughts. He really wanted to ask if this connection was the one he imagined? Perhaps like the one between a phone charger and a phone, the kind of indescribable picture.

“Ahem, ahem.”

Ian felt ashamed of his impure thoughts.

Of course.

He was also a bit delighted by his rich imagination—anyway, the shame didn’t last long, and he stared at the elder with a look that confused him.

This didn’t disrupt the elder’s storytelling.

“We stayed in that tribe much longer than originally planned. The teacher noticed my change, and although he was still strict, he didn’t forcefully urge us on. I explored the jungle with Armani, identifying herbs; I taught her some simple cooking techniques and alchemy tricks I’d learned from various places, while she introduced me to the elves in the lake, teaching me to listen to the sound of the wind and the earth… Those were the happiest and most fulfilling times of my life.”

“We fell in love, like all young lovers, and vowed eternal promises.” Musa’s voice gradually lowered, and the glow in his eyes faded.

Replaced by a layer of deep pain.

“I understand.” Ian said softly, with a touch of empathy and insight in his voice, “You fell in love, made vows… But love often struggles against reality. Was it parental opposition? Or was it tribal rules that didn’t allow it? Were you forced to separate, marry others, and then become strangers at the ends of the earth, leaving regrets?”

He seemed to have a good understanding of it.

Musa was slightly startled, not expecting him to guess like that.

Ian, however, was immersed in his constructed “classic tragedy” and continued: “Or perhaps… fate was more cruel. Just as you were about to get married, disaster struck—an enemy tribe’s attack, a plague spread, or a magic outburst? Your homeland turned to ashes, your tribe suffered heavy casualties, and she… she also tragically met her end? You carried the pain and remorse, lived alone to this day, burying that love deep inside, only whispering about it when no one else was around…”

He spoke with genuine emotion, as if witnessing an epic love tragedy himself, and even almost touched by it. Mainly because many TV dramas have plots just like this.

Musa, however, found it increasingly off track the more he listened.

The pain on his face gradually replaced by an extremely peculiar expression—like shock, mixed with the urge to laugh, and a hint of “what nonsense is this foreigner talking.”

He was silent for a few seconds, finally opening his mouth, with a hint of hesitation and disbelief in his voice:

“No.”

Ian was stunned: “What?”

“No parental opposition, no forced separation, and no disaster struck.” Musa slowly shook his head, with the deep pain in his eyes strangely fading away a bit, replaced by an almost tender reminiscence, “We later… got married. In the first rain of the rainy season, the Ancestral Spirit witnessed our vows.”

“Three years later, we had a son, who loves to laugh like his mother…”

This development truly caught Ian by surprise.

“…”

So after saying so much, it was simply a case of showing off their love?