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 Extra 21

 7. Special Chapter

Magical Mirage Behind the Scene

※ These chapters is the backstory of the original (Magical Mirage) in the main story.

The back story of the comic that was not revealed to the readers. This is a behind-the-scenes of the main characters acting in accordance with their original destiny.

※It can be a little confusing.

It was purely on impulse that he kidnapped Franz Vesta

He once imagined kidnapping and bullying him, but that was just one of Astaire's usual bad thoughts.

Since he is a young man whom Ritaus loves, so should he bully him once? Should he do it that way? Should he try that?

Would Ritaus suffer then? It was a bad idea he had only imagined, but strangely enough, he felt a strong urge that day.

'I have to catch that guy.' 

It was when he saw the knights belonging to the Kratier Academy who were fighting the monsters in the city of Burg, he saw Franz Vesta, who was Ritaus' assistant.

He noticed at a glance because he was a boy he once investigated.

A good looking boy with fine black hair and blue eyes.

Astaire was only involved in the commotion while visiting the Aizar family annex in the city of Burg.

There, he made eye contact with Ritaus and he said, 'Why are you here?' Astaire made a decision when he received the annoyed look.

'I'm going to kidnap that guy next to you.'

And Astaire put it into action and he finally did it.

Swirl! Puck!

Swirl! Puck!

Every time he raised the whip, there was a slashing, tearing, and blunting sound at the same time. 

—Ughhhhhhhhh, uhh...

Blood soaked saliva dripped from the boy's lips.

His stomach ached from the kick, he fell to the ground and he shivered.

The boy's name was Franz Vesta. He was the younger brother of the woman to whom Ritaus was engaged, and he was also a beloved young man.

Excitement rose from the tips of his toes to the top of his head, and only after joy filled him did the heat he felt cool incredibly quickly.

—Hugh!

He spat on the ground, as he had been whipped so hard, bit his tongue through his molars and tasted blood.

'It's strange.'

Astaire stepped out of the cell and threw down the whip he held in his hand, his breathing rapid.

As the intimidation became boring, the whipping became nothing more than something he did for no reason.

This time, wearing women's shoes, he stepped on Franz's head.

He was going to kick him again as before, but stopped himself.

The women's shoes were too weak to hurt anyone.

His excitement cooled down again.

'As expected, it's strange.'

He wasn't interested in what happens to Franz, but strangely, thoughts about Franz often came to his mind.

And suddenly he was assailed by strange impulses.

It was like an impulse he had to torture the boy who was imprisoned in the dungeon with all his might.

'I think someone is controlling me'.

Quickly.

Astaire ground his teeth silently, he felt dirty.

The emotions, impulses and actions he had with Franz were not of his own free will.

Each time he broke free after being seized by a mysterious impulse, Astaire became very upset.

—Uhh...Ugh.

The boy in the cell crawled on the floor and cried bitterly.

When Astaire saw that, he had only one emotion.

 'I'm upset.'

Astaire, who had lost interest in intimidating Franz, left the dungeon.

Outside, waiting for him was Ritaus, who was unable to do anything, he seemed to be worried about Franz Vesta because he had a pale complexion.

—What about Franz, is he all right?

Ritaus was worried that Astaire caused Franz's death.

Astaire laughed in surprise.

—You're so worried to save him.

The anger flowed from Ritaus' eyes at Astaire's sarcasm.

At some point, he pulled the rifle from his waistband and had the impulse to kill Astaire.

His hatred and resentment for Astaire overflowed from his eyes.

But he didn't. No, he couldn't.

—Ha, ha, ha, ha!

When he saw Ritaus like that, Astaire clutched his stomach and laughed.

—Asshole, ha, ha, ha, ha!

Although he looked like a pretty girl, his voice was as thick and low as a boy his age.

—Why should I keep him alive?

Astaire asked sincerely. 

He knew Ritaus despised him.

Still, Ritaus couldn't leave Astaire's side and couldn't save his precious person even though he was broken.

No, they grew together. 

As Ritaus collapsed, he knelt down in front of Astaire. He clasped both hands as if pleading.

—I beg you, please stop now. Release Franz...

—You can release him, can't you?

—You know I can't disobey you.

Ritaus had the duty and responsibility to protect Astaire.

That responsibility was formed by the tacit dealing of Count Aizar and the Duke of Lische, it bound Ritaus.

—You are such a... Asshole.

If Astaire were him, he would not have done the duty he hated to do, but Ritaus was different.

A strong sense of responsibility was his nature.

Protecting his family, will include the sense of duty he has towards Astaire.

It had been difficult since he was very young, so he couldn't even break it himself.

Astaire slapped Ritaus' hand and entered the garden.

The mansion was revealed after he walked through the garden forest for a long time.

He had to return to the mansion bored.

—Give me some tea. I'm thirsty.

He called a servant through the rope and made him bring the tea.

He didn't even look him in the face, but he knew who it was.

He's a very patient servant, but every time he met Astaire, he used to curse him inside.

'I really hate it here. I'm scared.'

'What did he call me back for?' 

'You monstrous bastard. Why did you come back so early today?'

Although he was a servant in charge of his room, he was afraid of his master.

The more transparent his heart was, the more Astaire liked to call the servant.

He intended to bully him, but because he was honest.

—Give me rose tea. Bring me lots of ice.

He could feel the servant bowing his head and hurrying out.

Those who showed their fear so openly were more trustworthy. Those of a different mind were offended from the start.

His face smiled sweetly, but he did not reveal his true feelings at having Quincy in his clothes.

Just like Stephan, the magical healer who has been working in this mansion for a long time.

'Ritaus, he will return only after sunset.'

Astaire savored the rose tea the servant had brought him as he watched the landscape begin to set in the dusk.

The rose tea with ice floating in a clear glass was cold.

Then, with a knock, the servant announced someone's visit.

—The magic healer came to see the young master? No, the lady.

Although he knew he was a man, he felt the servant was going crazy for calling him a lady.

Because Astaire, is Astell Aizar on the outside, everyone had to protect him.

It was the secret, of course.

—Is Stephan back?

From deep in his chest, he was about to let out a tired and bored sigh.

He was annoying for him to see, but magical healer Stephan was still useful.

—Tell him to come in.

Astaire's eyes curved and a smile that seemed to fade blossomed.

It was a fake laugh, but it should be enough.

—Mr. Astaire!

With the sound of the door opening, Stephan entered with a happy face.

—I got back a little while ago. I've been waiting for Mr. Astaire to come to the garden.

—Welcome. Let's have some tea together.

Astaire iced the rose tea and handed it to Stephan.

—Where have you been?

Astaire asked, pretending to be innocent.

—I went home.

Stephan replied casually. But the place he secretly went to was the Imperial Palace.

—Did you enjoy seeing your family?

—Yes, thank you, we had a great time.

At Stephan's words, Astaire smiled lovingly.

Even though he knew it was a lie, Astaire pretended not to know.

—You know something. the healing wound healing magic Stephan taught me last time, it worked!

Astaire pretended to be as excited as possible and showed off his accomplishments.

—Oh my god, you really did it.

For Stephan, it was amazing. The healing magic he had taught Astaire was something very simple to restore a scratch, but he hadn't expected him to succeed.

Mostly, it was because Astaire's magical nature is close to attack and destruction, so he thought his power of treatment, restoration and recovery would be immature.

—You are excellent.

—Anything else, is there anything else you can teach me?

Astaire smiled and asked Stephan.

—Just a moment. A scratch is usually a minor injury, so let's try it on the wound(trauma), okay?

—Alright.

For Astaire, Stephan served three purposes.

The first was that he was an excellent magical healer, and the second was for his magical powers.

For Astaire, who had great talent but did not have a proper magic teacher, Stephan was a teacher who gave him the basics.

Stephan's magic class was brief in teaching him only the principles of wound healing and giving simple tasks, so he did not delve deeper into magic because it was something Stephan did of his own will.

But, for Astaire, this was enough.

—If you don't have enough time, I'll give you two more days.

—No, three days is enough.

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TL: Yse

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