Chapter 25: Did you ever tell him?

My disappointment was unmeasurable and my day was ruined.

That was the only way to describe how I felt when just as I finally opened myself just a little to the idea of actually enjoying myself with Ayda, the person that made us wait in this remote Inn finally appeared.

But wasn't his timing a little bit to perfect for the tension of the situation to suddenly dissolve? Could such an insanely unfortunate event that struck right before the last step that would take the two of us to the dreamland created with each other bodies, be just coincidental?

"Fuck, we need to hurry. This idiot doesn't seem to have any intentions and staying here for the night."

Instantly jumping out of the bed, Ayda didn't seem to care about what almost happened between the two of us a moment ago. Pulling her dress to its proper position and fixing a few smaller elements of it, she was ready to go in a time shorter than it took me to actually took notice of it all.

"Come on, do you want to miss your chance? Now it's time to hurry!"

Giving me only a few moments before her delicate fingers once again enclosed on my wrist. At this point, I wasn't sure whether I wasn't developing some kind of new fetish of being pulled around or whether Ayda had some kind of unique ability that made it easier for her to do so.

Barely getting enough time to get properly dressed, I quickly followed the girl outside of the inn. And then, instead of running towards the road, Ayda lead me through the back alleys that somehow existed in this otherwise empty place.

"If we try to catch him on the road, he is sure to make a huge mess. That's why I would prefer to have… a talk with him somewhere a bit further from the inn we are staying at."

As if reading my thoughts, Ayda explained with just short words, saving her breath for their current jog. And just like she expected, before long, the trees no longer obscured their view on the road, revealing a small entourage pressing forward within the scope of the light cast by their torches.

"Elenair, it's been a while."

Moving to the very middle of the road, for some reason, Ayda let go of my hand just before she moved up.

"Ayda, the witch of love. Or should I maybe call it with your true name, the witch with no love left in her at all?"

Before his subordinates could react, the head of the entire entourage quickly spoke from within the carriage before knocking the doors open and flying out of the vehicle.

But his flight… It wasn't something that one could observe in those superhero movies of the old. Instead of extending his hand towards the direction he wanted to fly towards, this middle-aged man looked as if he could control the gravity over his body, simply floating wherever his soul desired.

"Does that means you didn't forget me, sweetie?"

Staring daggers at her acquaintance, Ayda suddenly shook her head before taking a few deep breaths to calm down. Thankfully, I already saw enough to see that the two of them weren't on the absolutely best terms.

"How could I forget a bitch like you? Thanks the heavens for saving me from your grasp… And who is that guy? Some kind of living dildo? Are you that desperate?"

While it might sound surprising, it wasn't the insults directed towards me or the girl that I was slowly starting to care a lot about, but the complete whoring process of the logic that took place as this damned idiot said his piece.

After all, with the fine-tuned propaganda seeping out of every radio, television and internet broadcast on earth, this kind of simple manipulation simply repulsed me.

"So you are going to propose the solution first and then suggest how it perfectly fits the scenario… Did you really hoped for both of us to fail to notice that you were pushing your own imaginations into the perspective of a scenario you created and you are the only one who cares about it?"

Instead of allowing that man to keep acting arrogant, I simply moved a few paces forward, now standing right beside Ayda. In what I said, it wasn't the meaning of my words that was important, but how I constantly used the word 'you' to refer to the man. Being someone of high status, to have such a commoner like me refer to him directly would be a grave insult in most of the medievalistic worlds that I ever visited.

Yet to my surprise, no such thing happened. After squinting his eyes and looking at me for a moment, the middle-aged man suddenly calmed down before waving at his entourage to send it away.

"What do you want?"

Once the guards and servants that accompanied the wizard during his travels were left behind, Elenair finally moved to the true topic of this forced meeting.

"I came here to cash all of the favours that you owe me. As long as you fulfil my request, we will be even."

Those two sentences that Ayda just spoke shocked both the wizard and me as well. What kind of favours? How could there be multiple of them? Or rather, how could a wizard that abhorred witches what could be easily read from his behaviour as he talked with us, ended up incurring any debt with a witch?

"Don't tell me…"

Only at this point, did the face of the middle-aged wizard change. Moving his gaze between the determined face of the girl and the clueless head of mine, he was clearly about to say something brutal, before dropping the idea and simply shaking his head.

"I can't believe you are still going on about that madness. It won't work, you know?"

Clearly attempting to find another solution that would allow him to reject whatever Ayda had in mind, Elenair looked at her face for a moment with his eyes bearing hope, only to turn his sight away after a few moments during which nothing changed on the girl's face.

"And you… Yes, you."

Seeing that he wouldn't be able to crack the girl's determination, Elenair turned his attention to me.

"What do you want? I'm not even a part of the discussion, mate."

I wasn't sure whether this kind of calling would be understood in this world, but frankly speaking, I couldn't care less. Worst case scenario, this man would take this random word as an insult and just move on over it.

"Oh, you are the very topic of this discussion. Given how far this bitch is willing to go when asking for a favour, that can only mean one thing. You are already a witch, yet you want to become a wizard too? Do you seriously think someone born of this world would end up in any different way to how all the true mages did?"

Sowing a seed of curiosity about the story that the wizard hinted at in my heart, I plainly continued to observe the man's struggles to save himself from doing something that he clearly didn't want to.

"Madness or not, that is my wish. Help him unlock his potential and we will be even."

Not losing her composure even for a moment during all Elenair scenes, Ayda simply repeated what her wish was without a care in the world about the wizard's situation.

"If I were to do it… No, we wouldn't be even. You would never be able to pay this kind of debt back. Not even with your own abilities. And that's also the way why I refuse. On the other hand, did you ever tell your another victim what will happen once he becomes a true mage for a moment?"