Wizard's Journey

Chapter 279 Guilt and Apology to Make Amends

"I...no...I..."

Raffi covered his face with his hands, tears streaming down his face. His legs gave way and he hid behind a cage, his body trembling from excessive emotion.

"Grimm! No, no, don't come any closer. I don't want you to see how ugly I am now. I'm a sinner, sob sob sob, I'm an evil dark wizard..."

Yorkriana gritted her teeth and said painfully, "Laffey, you should do it yourself..."

"No!"

With a roar, Green looked at Yorkriana behind him in a trembling, almost pleading voice and said, "Please, Yorkriana. I have wasted more than two hundred years of my life. Raffi was the only love of my life. Please give me a chance to make amends, to have the opportunity to stay by her side in her final days and to make up for my past regrets."

Yorkriana gritted her teeth and said in a low voice, "Green, do you know what you're saying?"

"Hahaha, hahahaha! Evil dark wizard, you're finally going to get your comeuppance! You'll pay tenfold, a hundredfold, for the torment you suffered on us. Great wizard, kill this evil... ah..."

With a casual spatial distortion attack, under Green's cold and fierce gaze, the talkative prisoner and his metal cage were twisted into a jumbled mess.

The prisoners, who had thought they were seeing a glimmer of hope, fell silent in terror and despair as they looked at Green.

This is not a glimmer of hope, this is a real devil!

"Grin! As a demon hunter wizard, how could you protect a black magic apprentice like this? You will be held accountable by the Holy Tower. You should think carefully."

Yorkriana gasped for breath, her eyes fixed on Green.

Green said fearlessly, "Yokliana, I know exactly what I'm doing. Do you remember how we survived on that ship? Back then, we were just a bunch of arrogant, ignorant, and laughable kids. That was our first experience with the cruelty of the wizarding world. We were all alone, and we only survived because of that ridiculous title of 'Vine King' held by Raffi! As for the Holy Tower's pursuit..."

Green looked at Raffi, who was crying softly with tears of shame in her eyes, and slowly walked over to her step by step.

Green gazed intently at the beautiful woman before him.

Green seemed to see himself as a child, pulling her out of the sea and carrying her onto the deck of a ship.

It's as if I can see a scene where, after the Faceless Masked Wizard hijacks the ship, under the cruel elimination system of the Dark Wizard rules, a group of children led by Raffi form a reliable team and rely on each other.

It was as if I could see the scene before the newcomer's trial, when the drunken woman forcefully kissed me to express her love.

It was as if I could see her on the dance floor before the Santa Qualifying Battle, amidst the captivating rhythm of the music, holding a glass of red wine and flashing a charming smile, pretending not to recognize her own beautiful image.

And at this moment...

With the qualitative change in Green's life level, it felt as if more than two hundred years had passed in the blink of an eye.

However, for a wizard apprentice who has not yet been promoted to a formal wizard, two hundred years is far too long.

"No, Green, don't come any closer! I'm not Raffi, I'm just an ugly dark wizard, waaaaah... Kill me, kill me! I can get a lot of bounty, I don't deserve any sympathy, just kill me!"

Raffi cried and pushed Green, babbling incoherently as if ashamed of exposing his ugliest side to the one he loved most.

At this moment, she was no longer some evil and powerful black witch apprentice; she was just a panicked and ashamed girl.

Grimm gripped the blood-soaked hands that were pressed against his chest.

Tick.

Beneath the greyish-white mask, Green's tears fell onto these cold hands.

"Raffi, stop talking. No matter what you did wrong, no matter how others see you, I want you to know that there will always be someone named Green standing by your side, protecting you. This is love, this is the love between us."

Green held Raffi's hands tightly, as if to give her all his care and protection.

Looking into Green's eyes, which had lost their clarity over the years, Raffi felt a sense of security, trust, and being wholeheartedly loved by another person. Raffi felt as if his heart was about to break.

"Waaaaah..."

No longer speaking, Raffi collapsed against Green's chest, weeping silently. It was as if she had let go of all her thoughts, wanting only to nestle close to Green's broad chest, weeping quietly, like a normal woman, releasing her pent-up emotions.

"Don't be afraid, leave everything here to me. Raffi, I want to make up for my past mistakes and regrets, and give you everything I can." Green whispered in Raffi's ear.

"Waaaaah..."

Raffi burst into tears.

He pursed his lips, not allowing himself to show any weakness. This was the solemnity of a man taking on responsibility. He gently brushed aside the hair that was covering the back of Raffi's head.

goooo...

A malignant tumor twitched slightly. While feeling sad, Green also showed a hint of relief and let his hair fall down again.

The sadness stems from the fact that Lafite was indeed being controlled.

This requires Green to use all his abilities to fight for Raffi's freedom from a real dark wizard and to save her.

I'm relieved, also because Lafite has indeed been brought under control.

This proves that Raffi's fall was indeed against her will. According to the rules of Santa, Raffi is not a sinner; she is merely a victim.

On the other side, Yorkriana, who had just seen the malignant tumor in the back of Raffaele's brain, gradually calmed down and recalled the scenes from the past.

In her childhood, besides her older brother, who is now the fallen female black witch apprentice in front of her, she had always protected her like a little sister, selflessly devoting herself to her.

Now, this woman who had shown him indescribable kindness is now being forced into enslavement as a black witch's apprentice. Should he repay kindness with enmity?

In such a situation, even if Santa wanted to punish Green, the severity of the punishment would be reduced to a negligible degree due to the actual circumstances.

For all these reasons, even from the perspective of the coldest dark wizard's emotions, Yorkriana simply couldn't bring herself to refuse Grimm.

Slowly, Yokliana exhaled, looking enviously at the couple enjoying their love for each other, a touching smile appearing on her face, revealing her crooked black teeth.

"I understand. Green, Raffi, I'll be waiting for you up there."

After speaking, Yorkriana gazed tenderly at the two embracing figures, then gently closed the metal door, leaving them a private space.

As for those prisoners in cages?

They were all dead the moment Yokliana gave up, and this is the real guilt that Green will have to bear.

"Waaah, Green, I'm not afraid of dying, I just can't bear to leave this world."

Clinging to Green's chest, Raffi, still retaining the appearance of a young girl, wept, "It wasn't until I faced the choice between life and death that I realized how terrible death is. It's the pain of losing all hope. I want to see you one last time. I can't bear to leave you. I really can't bear to die like this, to lose everything, sob sob sob..."

"I know, I understand, and I'll miss you too," Green said, his voice choked with emotion.

Green felt Raffi, nestled against his chest, pounding his fist repeatedly. She sobbed, "Why? Why? Why haven't you come to see me for over two hundred years? Why?"

Green grasped Raffi's hand, stopping her from hitting and crying, his eyes full of apology, and quietly said, "It's my fault, it's all my fault."

Green wouldn't offer any unnecessary explanations.

Could it be explained that two hundred years is just a fleeting moment for a wizard?

Green simply endured the reproach from the person he loved most in his heart.

Finally, Raffi relaxed, stopped talking, closed his eyes, and quietly leaned against Green's chest, experiencing the dreamlike tranquility of the moment.

"Lafite".

Green called softly.

"Um?"

Raffi nestled against Green's chest and whimpered softly, like a cat.

The once domineering Queen Lafite, after more than two hundred years of reflection and longing, is now simply a woman quietly enjoying being cared for, closing her eyes and emptying her mind, unwilling to think about anything.

Green bit his lip, his gaze unwavering, and said, "Let's get married, in the most wonderful way you've ever dreamed of."

(End of this chapter)