Chapter 7: As Temple’s Contract


    ''Mom died because of this little orb? It wasn''t a suicide?''


    Haruki steeled himself and read further.


    {I might have gone missing ormitted suicide that''s how the Magi kills someone. They make it look like their victim took their lives. So, if something simr happened to me, don''t me yourself. None of this was your fault!}


    She predicted everything, that he''d be depressed after her death, so she left a letter for him.


    ''Who did this?''


    An indescribable hatred swelled as the skin on his hand turned red.


    ''Who the hell did it? Why didn''t she tell me before?''


    Haruki gritted his teeth and went back to the letter.


    {Haru, so don''t feel guilty if I''m not there. Take this chance to restart fresh with Sakura. She is a good girl


    Or not.


    I can''t believe I have to give my Haru to a girl. I worked so hard to raise you, and now some other woman will eat you.


    Why is the world so unfair!}


    The letter poured cold water onto his rage. She had a severe sonplex.


    {Haru, promise to never forget me.}


    ''How can I do that?''


    {As for the orb, keep it safe. It''s a contract for the As Temple. Leave everything and go to the As Mountains in the Maghreb. Show it to them, and they will protect you from everyone. Please, do that if the Magus Associationes after you.}


    ''As Temple.''


    He had never heard of it before. Maybe he did, and forgot.


    "Caster, you know something about As Temple?" His voice unintentionally came off cold.


    "Nothing." She shook her head. "I know of a titan named As. He was punished by Zeus to bear the weight of the sky on his shoulders for all eternity."


    He didn''t have enough information.


    {Also, Haru. Look at my gift in the envelope. Please cherish it, okay?}


    He flipped the contents of the envelope on the bed. A pack of photos came out.


    Haruki gulped.


    A woman in a ck bikini, running her hands through her dark ash-blonde hair. Her golden eyes were full of mischief as if sheughed at my reaction. The sight under her waist left me speechless. Her legs were spread, her smooth slit on full disy.


    ''Mom never acted like this.''


    There were times when he thought of her as a pervert. Like the time she asked him for a massage in her nightwear or stumble into the bath while he was showering.


    Those weren''t coincidences after all. He felt relieved that he wasn''t the only one in the wrong.


    ''Mom also loved me''


    He wanted to ask this question right now. He covered the photos with the envelope and nced at Medea, who fiddled with the As Contract orb. A relieved sigh escaped him. His dignity was preserved. He quietly slipped the pictures into the envelope and tucked the envelope into my pocket.


    "We''ll look into itter."


    Medea nodded and ced the contract into the chest and locked it. Her eyes darted around the hanging dresses. She was confused about what to wear. She shook her head and reached for the nearest dress.


    "Wait."


    Stopping her from choosing a random dress, Haruki shuffled through the dresses, ignoring the white bridal dress hung at the corner.


    "How about thisbo?"


    "...Looks good."


    "I''ll be waiting outside then."


    She lightly nodded. Haruki walked out and went to his room. The nights in Fuyuki City weren''t too cold, but tonight was beyond ''cold.'' This thin outfit won''t do. He changed into a midnight blue sweatshirt and dark pants.


    Generating a Task from your desires...


    ''A Dragon''s Wrath'' Task is now avable.


    Task #2: A Dragon''s Wrath


    Objective: Kill the people involved in your Mother''s murder.


    Difficulty: B-Rank


    Rewards: 1 X Premium Gacha Coupon


    Would you like to ept this Task?


    The System also generated tasks based on his desires. A cool addition as he didn''t have the time to create a task for everything.


    "epted."


    He''d take revenge even without this quest. As if he''ll let them live after killing the only member of his family.


    ''Even if they are a goddamn Dead Apostle, I''ll smash their head.''


    "Master."


    Medea''s voice prompted him to turn, and his eyes widened. She styled her blue hair in a neat ponytail. A simple denim jacket over a ck shirt-style top with a long tan skirt and low profile knee-high boots. No one could call her an ancient sorceress. Rather she appeared like a supermodel!


    "I used illusion magic to turn my ears normal."


    "You look nice."


    Medea smiled innocently as she checked herself. "Really?"


    He replied with a nod. Her smile faded, and her stern expression returned.


    ''Weak to sincerepliments. I see.''


    He noted down her weakness.


    "Well, let''s go."