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Infinite Mage Chapter 94: Genius Lost in Light (3)

Chapter 94: Genius Lost in Light (3)

Alpheas⁠‌ adored her for​⁠ that. Even though‍⁠ her intelligence was‍⁠⁠ that of a ten-year-old, her way‍ of thinking wasn’t.​‍ She always thought⁠‌‌ ahead, considering how‍ he would feel‍‍ if he didn’t​​ win the award,‌‌ and that brought⁠‍‌ tears to his‍‍ eyes.

“Honey,‍‍ I”

With‍ trembling hands, Alpheas‍⁠ took out the‌​‍ golden medal.

“I​​‍ did it! I won it! The​ Gold Circle Award!”⁠⁠​

Erina,‌ always calm and‌‌​ composed, couldn’t help‌⁠‌ but have her⁠ radiant eyes shimmer​‌ with emotion. The‌​‌ day Alpheas always​​ talked about had‍‌ finally come.

“Congratulations.​ I knew you‍‍ would win.”

“Erina,‍ it’s all thanks‍‍ to you. Everything​ is because of​ you. Come here,‌⁠⁠ let me put‍‍​ it on you.”‌​

Alpheas​‍‍ believed that the‍ true recipient of​ the Gold Circle‍​⁠ was Erina. Of​​ course, the straightforward​‍‍ Klumph didn’t understand‌ this. He thought‍ Alpheas was admirable‍​ for deciphering the‌ profound meaning behind⁠ Erina’s childlike words.⁠‍ But Alpheas knew.​‍‌ The small ideas‍‌⁠ that came from⁠​ Erina’s mind would⁠ become the key​ codes responsible for⁠ the future of‌​ humanity.

“This‍‌​ award belongs to⁠ you. Your thoughts⁠ amazed the world.”‌

As‍‍‍ Alpheas approached her‍‌‍ with puckered lips,‌‍‌ Erina stepped back⁠​​ like a shy‍⁠⁠ bride.

“Let’s⁠‍‌ eat first. Come‌‌‌ quickly.”

“Ah,‍‍​ sorry. Klumph has‌‍ arranged a party,⁠‍‌ so I need​ to go. I’ll⁠ eat later.”

“Ah,‍‌ is that so?”‍‌⁠

Erina‌‍ couldn’t hide her‍‌ disappointment this time.⁠‌‌ Noticing this, Alpheas⁠‍‍ playfully picked her‌ up in his⁠‍​ arms.

“That’s⁠⁠​ why we need‌ to save time‍ for dinner.”

“Kyaa!”​‌

Alpheas​‌‍ carried Erina upstairs,‍⁠​ bounding up the‌‌ steps.

“Wait‌ a minute! The‌ bread will burn.”⁠

“Let‌‍‍ it burn! Otherwise,‍‌‌ I will!”

After⁠‌ Alpheas’s award, dozens‍‍‍ of invitations flew‌‍⁠ in daily. They‍ were all from‌ notable nobles and​‍ institutions. Mingling with⁠ everyone meant mingling‍ with no one.⁠​​ By declining all⁠⁠‌ but the necessary⁠​ connections and increasing​‍​ his value, his​‍ reputation spread quickly.‌ As part of​ this strategy, Alpheas‍‍ was leaving for​ a dinner hosted⁠ by the Alchemy​ Foundation today, a crucial event as⁠ they handled 40‍ percent of the‌ magic material logistics.‍‌

Unaware​ of this, Saroph‌⁠ and his friends​‍‍ had been camping‍​‍ outside Alpheas’s house‍ since before sunset,⁠‍⁠ anxiously waiting for‌ the evening.

Saroph‍‌‌ sighed.

“Ah,‍‍‌ this hurts my‌ pride.”

“Is⁠⁠ pride the issue?​‍‌ His value rose‍​ too high. Alpheas‍ is not just​​ a skilled magician.‍ We should have⁠ seen it coming.”⁠

Saroph‍⁠‌ was filled with​​ regret. He should​‌‌ have mingled with⁠⁠ the crowd and⁠ resolved any lingering‍‍⁠ resentment when Alpheas⁠ won the Gold‍‍‌ Circle Award. Just⁠​ a month after⁠⁠ the award, Alpheas’s​​ fame was intimidatingly‌ high, all thanks​​ to his excellent⁠ political acumen. Now‌⁠⁠ that Alpheas was‌⁠ selective about his​ company, the chances‌ for Saroph to⁠​​ wedge in were‍​​ slimming.

‘Why​‌​ does nothing ever​ go right?’

It​ was a question‍‌‍ without an answer.‌ At least having⁠‌ friends around made​‍ the embarrassment bearable.‌⁠

“We‌‍ should go in.‌ I’ll do the​‍ talking.”

Saroph‌⁠ led the way,⁠ knocking on Alpheas’s‌⁠​ door.

“Is⁠ Alpheas there? It’s‍‍ Saroph.”

Unexpectedly,​ Erina opened the‍⁠ door.

“Who‍​‌ is it?”

“Ah,⁠⁠ the lady of​‌‌ the house. You​‍‍ might not remember,​‍ but I’m Saroph,⁠​⁠ Alpheas’s classmate. Is‍​‍ Alpheas home?”

“No,​‌⁠ my husband is​‌ out. At the‌ Alchemy Foundation.”

Saroph‌​​ knew about the‌⁠‌ dinner. It wouldn’t‌​ last long since​ it wasn’t a drinking affair. He⁠‍‌ thought it worked‍‌​ out well and‍​‍ politely said,

“Then,‍​ if it’s not‍‌​ too much trouble,‌ may we wait‍ inside? We don’t​‌‍ want to attract‍‌ public attention…”

Standing⁠⁠ outside would certainly‌‌⁠ lead to gossip.​‌

“Yes,‌‍ come in.”

Saroph‍‍ and his friends​ sat in the⁠ living room, rubbing‌ their hands nervously.‌⁠‍ Seeing their plight,‌​ Erina called them‌ to the dining⁠‍ table, offering snacks⁠ and drinks.

“Have​⁠‍ something to eat.⁠‌​ My husband will​‍ eat there.”

“Thank‍ you. You’re very⁠‍ kind.”

Saroph⁠ felt awkward, regretting‌ not bringing a gift. He had⁠‍ bought one, but‌ his pride made⁠‌ it unbearable to​ carry it.

In⁠⁠ his mind, it‍‌​ wasn’t a matter​⁠‌ of skill. Despite⁠ Alpheas and Erina’s‌‍ families cutting ties,‌ their first-class status‌​‌ must have influenced‍‍⁠ the evaluation.

With​⁠ those thoughts, the⁠ alcohol hit him⁠⁠‌ quickly. Initially tensed,‌⁠‍ they relaxed once⁠⁠‌ they perceived Erina’s‌‌ intellectual level.

“I⁠‍​ tell you! I was once called​ a genius. Me,⁠‌ it was me!”​

“It’s‌‌ so unfair! Some‍⁠‌ work hard and​‌​ get nowhere, while⁠‌ others use connections‍‌ to rise! Magic‍‌ is dead!”

Hearing‌​ his friend, Saroph’s‍ eyebrow twitched. The​‍ target was none‌ other than Alpheas.‌ But he let⁠​ it pass. After​ all, Erina wouldn’t⁠⁠ understand their conversation.‍⁠ Suddenly, the drink‌ tasted sweeter. Maybe,​​ for the first​‍ time, he had​​⁠ beaten Alpheas by​‌‌ being able to​⁠ loudly criticize him​‍ in front of⁠​ his wife.

Saroph​‍ scooped up more⁠ courage and addressed​⁠ Erina.

“Right,‌ don’t you agree,⁠ sister-in-law? Magic, you​⁠‌ see, isn’t just‍​​ about skill. You‍‍‍ agree with me,‌⁠ don’t you?”

“Yes,​​‌ I don’t really⁠​⁠ know.”

“Haha!⁠ Of course, you​‌ wouldn’t know. But‍​ it’s true, all⁠ of it.”

Saroph‍​⁠ savored a sense‍‌ of victory. He​‌​ had criticized Alpheas​ and even mocked‌ his wife. His‍‍ friends, sensing Saroph’s⁠ intention, joined in,​ banging on the​‌⁠ table.

“Sister-in-law,‌‌ since the mood‌ is set, why‌‍ don’t you sing‌⁠​ us a song?”‍​

“Yes!‌ Let’s celebrate Alpheas’s‌ success with a song.”

Erina’s​ smile stiffened. People‌​ think if someone’s‍‌ intelligence is lacking,⁠ they don’t understand⁠‌ anything. But reading​​‌ emotions has always‍ been the burden⁠ of the underdog.‌ Erina was aware‌⁠​ that Saroph and‌⁠‌ his friends weren’t⁠ being kind; they‍‌ were tolerating her‌ only because she⁠​‌ was Alpheas’s wife.‌‌

“In⁠‌ my hometown, when⁠‌‍ the wheat ripens…”​

As​​ Erina started singing,​⁠‍ Saroph and his​​​ friends clapped and⁠ whistled. Even as‍ they made fun​‍ of her, she‌ bravely continued with⁠‌⁠ a trembling voice.‌

But‍ before she could‌‍ finish three lines,​⁠‍ a cold voice​‌‍ cut through from‍‌‌ the living room.⁠

“What​ are you doing⁠‌ right now?”

Everyone‍ turned their heads.⁠​​ Alpheas stood there,‌ his face red,‍⁠‌ fists clenched. Saroph⁠ sobered up instantly.‌ Coming to his‍​‍ senses, he realized‌⁠⁠ what he was​‍ doing.

“Sorry,⁠⁠ it seems we​‍⁠ drank too much.”⁠

“You​‌ bastard!”

Alpheas​‍​ rushed over and‍​ swung his fist.​ Saroph, hit squarely⁠‍ in the face,‌ tumbled to the​​​ floor. His friends‍‍⁠ stood up, yelling.‍

“Alpheas!​⁠ What a violent⁠​ act! No matter​ how angry you​⁠ are…”

“No,​​ it’s okay. Let‍‍⁠ it be.”

Saroph‌ raised his hand⁠‌‌ to stop his‍‍‍ friends. He felt‍​ ashamed. Was he‍‌⁠ just a loser​‍ who found comfort​ in mocking the⁠‍‍ wife of a rival?

“Get‌⁠⁠ out, before I kill you. Leave‌ my house right⁠⁠ now!”

“Sorry‍​‌ about today. We⁠ won’t bother you​ again.”

Saroph​⁠‌ and his friends‌⁠‍ were kicked out‍ of Alpheas’s house.‍‌ The living room,‍⁠ now devoid of​‍ the unwanted guests,​‍‌ was eerily silent.​‌‌ Alpheas was unable‍⁠‍ to contain his⁠‌‌ rising anger, knowing​⁠ why they made‍‌ Erina sing.

“What​ happened? Why were​‌​ those jerks here?”​‍‌

Erina,‌‍‍ terrified, couldn’t speak.‍‌⁠ It was the‌⁠‍ first time she⁠⁠‍ had seen her​‍​ husband so angry.⁠‌‌

“Tell‍ me! Why did⁠⁠ you let those‍​ bastards in?”

“Sorry.​ I thought you’d​‍ be happy, they​‌​ being your friends…”​‌‌

“What​ are you talking​⁠‍ about? Why would‌ those jerks be​ my friends? Can’t‍⁠ you even tell‍​ who my real⁠‌ friends are? And​‍​ you just sang​⁠⁠ for them? You’re⁠⁠ really a fool!”​

Alpheas‍ turned away abruptly,‌ his face contorted​‌⁠ with regret. He⁠‌ had blurted out⁠ words he vowed⁠ never to use,‌‍⁠ words that should​⁠‍ never be spoken.‍‌‌

‘I’m​ such a despicable​ person. I’m not​ even fit to‍​​ be a husband.’‍‍‌

He⁠ wished he could‍‍​ turn back time,⁠⁠ but it was​ too late. Even‌‍ if he could,​​‍ he wasn’t sure‌​‌ if he wouldn’t​ have said the‌‍​ same thing again.​‌​ His anger was‍‌ uncontrollable.

“Forget​‌⁠ what I just​‍‍ said. It was​⁠ my mistake.”

“I’m‍‍⁠ sorry, honey. I won’t do it​ again.”

Erina’s‌⁠​ apology made him​ feel even worse.⁠‌ She had no‍ reason to apologize.‌‍​ But then, where​‌‌ should he direct​ this frustration?

“I’ll‍ go out for‌‍ some air. I’ll‌​ be fine after⁠‌ some time. Sorry.​​​ You go to⁠‌‍ bed first.”

Alpheas​⁠‍ left the house.⁠ That was the⁠⁠​ only way he⁠‌ could rationally deal​⁠ with the situation.​⁠⁠

At‍​⁠ Klumph’s inn, Alpheas⁠‌‍ drank all night.⁠ He couldn’t get‌​ drunk. As the​‌ alcohol’s effect grew,‍‌ Saroph faded from​‌‌ his memory, and‌⁠ only the hurt‌ he might have⁠‍​ caused Erina lingered.‌⁠

“Damn‍ it. I’m a scumbag. I don’t‌​​ deserve to be⁠⁠ a husband. She‌⁠ trusted and followed‍ me, and I spoke to her‌⁠⁠ like that.”

Klumph‌ looked pitifully at⁠‌ him. He understood‍ Alpheas’s anger as‍⁠ a man, but‌⁠​ still felt it‍ was a mistake.​⁠‌

“Marital‌‍ fights are like​ cutting water with‍​ a knife. You‍⁠ have a bright‌‌⁠ future ahead, and‌ the worst is⁠​ over. Maybe today’s‌⁠​ incident will bring​ you closer?”

Alpheas​ remained silent, prompting‌‍‌ Klumph to bring‌‍⁠ up a long-considered​‍‌ suggestion.

“Why​⁠⁠ not have a child?”

Alpheas’s​⁠ eyes sparkled momentarily,‍​‍ but then he⁠⁠ shook his head‌ sadly.

Klumph,‌‍​ guessing the reason,​‌⁠ widened his eyes⁠‌​ in surprise.

“You‍ mean to say?⁠‍ You never…?”

“What⁠ nonsense? We’re a married couple. No‌‍ matter how young⁠​​ Erina is, she‍‌‌ knows what she‍​​ needs to.”

Klumph⁠‌‍ smirked.

“Who’s⁠ talking about her?‌ Maybe you’re the​‍‍ problem, being so‌ feeble. Hahaha.”

Not​‍ in the mood⁠ to laugh, Alpheas‍ sullenly gulped down‌ his drink.

Klumph‍‍ sighed.

“What’s‌ the problem then?​ Just have a child and live​ happily.”

“Erina…‌ I’m not sure⁠‌‍ if she can⁠​ have a child.”‍​‍

“Why?‍⁠ Is she ill?”​‌‌

“No.‌⁠‌ It’s just that…‌ childbirth is terribly‍​​ painful, and I don’t know if​ Erina can endure‌ it. And there’s⁠ the issue of​‍ raising a child.”​⁠

Klumph‌‌​ sighed as he‌ grasped the situation.​‌ The problem was‌ whether a woman‍‍ with the intelligence⁠​ of a ten-year-old‌ could endure childbirth.‍⁠ Intelligence is a great control over‍‌ humanity. Knowing and⁠‌ unknowingly enduring pain‌ are worlds apart.‍‌

“Alpheas,​​ I hate to⁠​‌ say this, but⁠ you knew this​‍ when you decided​​‌ to marry her.”‍‍

“Yes,‍ I know. I don’t regret it.​⁠⁠ Really, I don’t.‍ I can’t live‍​ without Erina. Without​​‌ her, no honor​ means anything.”

Klumph⁠ downed a couple‌⁠​ of drinks in‍ quick succession. He​‍​ felt suffocated, thinking‌​ about what Alpheas‍ must be going⁠‍‍ through.

“So,‍ what are you‍⁠ going to do?​‌‌ It’s not like⁠‍ you to just​⁠ moan about problems.​ You’re too smart‌​ for that.”

Alpheas‌‌⁠ twirled his drink,​‌ deep in thought.‍ Suddenly, his eyes​⁠ sparkled with intelligence,⁠​ a sharp contrast‍‍ to his intoxicated‌⁠ state.

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