Passerby Villain In A Wizard World

"Hey, did you use that ability just now? How did you do that?"

Ignysyl asked, clearly intrigued while landing on Ian's shoulder as casually as before on Ignisia Tower.

However, Ian didn't care about his antics, nor did he reply.

He simply took a mana token from his hand and inserted it into the small groove on the door in front of him, matching the number on its back.

"Click!"

Although the token seemed magical and inscribed with a pattern, its use was no different from simply locking and unlocking the door of a room.

It was just like those hotel rooms in his previous life that could be opened with a swipe of a card.

The only additional benefit was the protective array around it, which couldn't be breached without absolute force.

So, a corresponding token was a must.

Once the door opened, Ian took the token out of the groove and directly handed it to Aurora, who was tagging along silently behind them, seemingly in a low mood.

"Take it. This room will be yours from now on. Don't lose it,"

Ian said while placing it in her hand and looking into her emerald-green eyes.

He already noticed that Aurora's mood had become very low after this incident. She only smiled when he asked her to prepare his food and then once again returned to her gloomy look.

"Hm? …thank you."

Aurora looked at the open door Ian had unlocked and thanked him sincerely, gripping the wooden token in her hand a little more tightly.

She had long noticed that opening these rooms for the first time required a trace of mana signature. So, Ian was helping her register it before officially allocating the room to her.

'I'm such a waste,' she thought dejectedly, realizing even opening the door required Ian's help.

This was such a despairing situation—something she hadn't anticipated before deciding to leave this place.

"Don't think too much. There are always ways to become stronger. Don't let small things like this affect your mood," Ian said, noticing her conflicted expression and consoling her slightly.

He was telling the truth.

There was no need to fret over such details, as it wasn't meant to belittle anyone. Since this was an advanced artifact meant for wizards and apprentices, these kinds of precautions were necessary.

Ian understood her feelings, but there was no point in worrying over it.

When the time came, she would learn everything—just like in the novel. Although Ian wasn't sure what would happen to her this time.

"Um, thank you. I'll freshen up a bit," Aurora said, nodding as she quickly entered the room and closed the door in a hurry.

She was quite ashamed to show her emotions like that in front of them, especially Ian.

'Sigh... I don't know how to repay him, or if I ever can.'

Behind the door, Aurora pressed her back against it, her eyes lowering as she clutched the token tightly—just like the ache in her heart.

Despite trying so hard not to affect others with her mood, she still failed in the end.

'Will he think I am too weak... too much of a burden to keep around?'

She thought unconsciously while playing with the smooth token in her hands, her gaze unfocused and directed nowhere. She didn't know why, but she had already begun to pay attention to what Ian would think of her.

However, her innate weakness had now become a chain, strangling her tightly, showing her place, and scolding her loudly not to overstep.

"Haha... how can someone as weak as me be worthy of him?"

At last, Aurora laughed self-deprecatingly, completely crushing those budding feelings, and made her way to the bed, intending to rest without even checking the gorgeous features the room had to offer.

She didn't know why—she hadn't done much today, yet she felt so tired.@@novelbin@@

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As Aurora closed the door and disappeared from their view, Lyra read the situation and asked Ian.

"Hey, don't you know any ways that could help her practice?"

Ian was just about to open the adjacent room for himself, when Lyra, who was resting in his arms, probed, a little curious.

"Hm? Why do you think I would know?"

Ian questioned with a smile while opening the door and stepping inside with Lyra.

"I don't know. You seem quite interested in her. I thought you had some ideas. Or are you just playing around by taking her with you?"

Lyra huffed and rolled her eyes at Ian while glancing at the room that appeared before them.

She wanted to know what was so special about an Advanced artifact-level Wizard ship.

So, as she looked around, the room appeared compact yet efficient, with metal-plated walls and glowing mana conduits running along the edges, casting a soft blue hue.

There was a sturdy bed with a firm mattress made of unknown material tucked neatly into the corner, a wooden chair, and a small table with a polished surface just big enough for writing or placing essentials.

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A softly glowing mana lamp hung from the ceiling, adding a gentle warmth to the space. Beside it, a small circular window revealed the vast ocean outside, swaying gently with the ship's movement.

Although there wasn't much inside, the room was spacious enough, with a circular raised platform at the center engraved with what was possibly a mana-gathering array for meditation.

All in all, it was quite serene. It wasn't luxurious by any means, but it was soothing to look at and comfortable enough to stay in.

"She is a Voidborn, and it isn't easy to practice meditation without any talent,"

Just after Lyra finished looking at the room, Ian replied while closing the door.

"However, she can practice if she wants. From what I know, there are several ways—like using a diabolical method like Morgrave or going the transmutation route like Borris, although that would be too difficult… and..."

"And?"

Lyra suddenly smiled when Ian stopped mid-sentence as if she already understood what he was trying to say.

Ian laughed a little awkwardly at being caught red-handed, pulled her into his arms, and answered,

"Haha… Or she could make a contract with some entity that can share their talent like Sylvia with elves or something spiritual like a soulbond, like us?"

He said with a smirk.

"Figured. So, do you want my sister's help or mine to capture that girl?"

Lyra asked, pouting a little. This scumbag was really going too far, wasn't he?

"Haha, why are you acting so pushy lately? What, now that you're my wife, you want full control over me?"

Ian joked, seeing her annoyed expression.

"Who's your wife?"

Lyra pushed Ian's chest lightly, feeling a little shy. This term was still new to her and she wasn't used to hearing it, especially from Ian.

But she did feel sweet listening to it.

"Okay, okay," Ian stopped her from pulling away and said a little more seriously,

"There's no need to fret over her. We just met her today. I'm just a little interested in her. If you don't want me to, I won't touch her. What do you think?"

Although Ian wanted to complete the Quest, he wasn't overly concerned about it. If Lyra truly didn't like it, it didn't matter much.

It was also because he thought Aurora didn't seem interested in him, as even after he had done so much, she was still at the crush level.

It might seem like quantifying the feelings, but Ian wasn't immune to the Quest and status screens, was he?

He just refrained from letting them affect him when he truly captured someone.

"Who are you kidding? Don't I know how you are?"

Lyra instead didn't take his words seriously but still smiled while hugging him a little tighter.

"I'm just afraid you'll forget about us after finding someone else," she admitted, revealing her true thoughts.

She didn't mind Ian having another partner, maybe because the social structure here gave Ian an edge in that regard.

"Tch… tch… you're worrying for nothing. Can't you feel our bond? With this in place, even if we wanted to, we could never truly separate,"

Ian said while caressing her back and savoring her refreshing scent.

"Yeah!" Lyra nodded, feeling sweet in her heart and in a warm embrace.

Moments like these with Ian were what she loved the most, even more than those passionate ones.

Although passionate feelings were great, they were chaotic, but this was the complete opposite—calming her down in ways she couldn't quite explain.

Just when the couple was lost in their tender moment, Ian suddenly felt a sharp pain in his shoulder as if someone scratched it forcefully.

"Ouch…"

The pain was sudden, so he couldn't help but shout.

"Hey, can you guys please stop for a second? Why are you ignoring me? For god's sake, let me teach you a telepathic spell. I'm tired of being ignored!"

Ignysyl called out sharply, feeling like a third wheel in the room, although he didn't quite know what that was.

"Oh? My bad, I really did almost forget about you." Ian chuckled, patting Ignysyl on his shoulder.