Wizard Earl

After finishing his thoughts, Connor looked down at Varga, who was sleeping soundly in his arms, and a hint of guilt appeared in his eyes. Since Varga came to Frosinone with him, she had been hiding and had never had a peaceful day. Not only that, but she had also been in danger several times and almost died. Even so, Varga never complained or grumbled to Connor.

If Varga had simply complained a little, Connor might have felt a bit better. But Varga's obedient and well-behaved nature only deepened his guilt, making him unsure how to bring up that matter with Varga…

When Rune and Margaret made their promise, Connor was full of confidence and certain that he would persuade Varga to succeed. However, as Varga performed so competently and perfectly, Connor's guilt grew heavier and heavier. The one-year promise with Margaret had become a thorn in Connor's side, and he would sigh every time he thought about it.

But no matter what, when Connor was lonely, he would think of Margaret, and of the trials and tribulations they had gone through together in Loen, and he felt that he could not bear to part with her!

No matter how conflicted Connor was, time was of the essence. More than half of his one-year agreement with Margaret had already passed, and the remaining time was dwindling. If he delayed any longer, and Varga still refused, Connor would have little time left to persuade her.

Just as Connor was struggling with his emotional issues and feeling hesitant and troubled, Varga, who was in his arms, woke up from her sleep and took in the hesitation in Connor's eyes.

"Connor, if you're really worried about your people, you might consider joining forces with Bispin..." Seeing Connor's hesitation, Varga assumed he was worried about the Ferguson family and offered some words of comfort:

Hearing Varga's words, Connor realized that dragging it out wasn't a solution. He steeled himself and decided to confront Varga. He took a deep breath and said apologetically, "Varga, there's something I've been wanting to tell you. You have the right to know!"

Sensing Connor's tone and relying on a woman's innate intuition, Varga seemed to vaguely sense what Connor was about to say. She lowered her head and asked in a slightly trembling voice, "Is it related to that woman, Margaret?"

Despite having rehearsed countless times in his mind and prepared many words, when the moment actually arrived in front of Varga, Connor found that the words he had prepared were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter a single word. After a few seconds of silence, Connor looked at Varga with guilt and said, "I'm sorry!"

As Connor finished speaking, Varga raised her head, her beautiful eyes now red, a tear streaming down her pale face. She looked at Connor and said, slowly and deliberately, "Did you and Margaret sleep together?"

"No!" This time, facing Varga's question, Connor answered without hesitation or thought:

Hearing Connor's words, Varga's expression softened slightly. Wiping away her tears, Varga glared at Connor and said coldly, "Connor Ferguson, tell me honestly, what stage have you and that woman Margaret reached?"

"I know I've already wronged you by doing this, so I haven't done anything to Margaret. We comfort each other on a spiritual level..." Connor carefully chose his words before speaking to Varga in response to her questioning.

"Mutual comfort on a spiritual level? Soulmates? Then what am I?"

Upon hearing Connor's words, Varga became emotional again, tears welling up in her eyes, and she cried out to Connor:

"For me, Margaret is my confidante, but Varga, you are more like an indispensable part of my life!" Connor said without hesitation.

Connor's words were completely sincere and heartfelt, without any pretense. To him, Margaret was more like love, while Varga was more like family. Although not as passionate and intense as love, it subtly and gradually enveloped him, making him fall into it. This feeling became clearer and stronger after Connor and Varga came to Frosinone.

Upon hearing Connor say that she was an indispensable part of his life, Varga's sobs subsided noticeably. Connor immediately hugged Varga again, but this time Varga instinctively tried to break free from Connor's embrace and push him away. However, no matter how she struggled, Connor held her firmly in his arms.

The two continued their "contest" for a while. Seeing that she could not break free, Varga became angry and opened her cherry-like mouth, biting Connor's shoulder.

Unfortunately, Connor was wearing a black magic robe, and his physical abilities had become extremely formidable after several temperings. In addition, Varga was reluctant to actually bite him, so even after biting for several minutes, she couldn't leave a single mark on Connor's shoulder. Enraged, Varga punched Connor's chest repeatedly.

After venting her anger for a while, Varga, whose strength was waning, finally stopped in Connor's arms. Although she had stopped moving, her eyes were filled with obvious anger as she looked at Connor.

"Feel sorry!"

Facing Varga's angry glare, Connor didn't know what to say, and could only speak apologetically again:

No sooner had Connor finished speaking than Varga suddenly moved. She pulled out a gleaming dagger from her spatial ring and pressed it against Connor's throat.

He felt the coldness of the dagger held to his neck by Varga, but he was confident that Varga would not harm him no matter what. A bitter smile appeared on his face. He did not resist or say anything more. Then he closed his eyes and handed over the right to choose to Varga.

Seeing that Connor, who was naturally suspicious, trusted her so much, Varga, who was initially devastated when Connor admitted to having an affair with Margaret, felt a little better. Of course, she didn't do this to kill Connor, but just to test him.

"What are you planning to do, Connor Ferguson? I'm warning you, if you try to abandon me, or dare to fall for someone else, I'll poison you to death!" Varga said, feigning malice.