The Strongest Magician Can Only Love His Dead Wife — After I Reincarnated, My Cute Younger Husband Turned Yandere - Chapter 4

Rubia couldn’t believe how easily Arsenio tried to hurt others. What terrified her even more was that he didn’t seem to think there was anything wrong with it at all.

Arsenio was looking up at Rubia with an expression that suggested he had no idea what had happened. His eyes had returned to their usual golden color, and the ominous black mist that had enveloped his entire body had disappeared.

Seeing that expression, Rubia suddenly realized something.

He had probably never been scolded by anyone before not even his parents.

In Rubia’s family home, whenever she did something wrong, the adults around her would always scold her. They would then carefully explain why such things shouldn’t be done.

But Arsenio, who lost his mother shortly after birth and his father before he turned ten, had no one like that.

How sad and unfortunate that was. Rubia, who had grown up in a privileged environment, could only feel pity for this lonely boy.

Still cupping the stunned Arsenio’s cheek with her palm, Rubia knelt down on the spot.

Meeting his gaze at eye level, she spoke to him in a gentle, instructive tone.

“I’m sorry for hitting you, Lord Arsenio.”

“—Aren’t you angry?”

“No, I’m not angry. I was just sad.”

“Sad?”

Squeezing the confused Arsenio’s hand tightly, Rubia looked straight into his golden eyes. She wasn’t sure if she could properly convey her feelings, but she didn’t want him to hurt anyone from now on.

“Lord Arsenio, you possess great power. That power can both hurt people and save them. That’s precisely why I want you to use that power to protect others.”

“Why? What do I gain from that?”

She could have easily spouted any number of platitudes like how nobody wants to be hurt, or how it’s the natural duty of the strong to protect the weak.

But none of them felt like they would truly convince him, so after thinking for a while, Rubia spoke again.

“Anger and hatred, whether you hold them yourself or receive them from others are painful and difficult to bear. I don’t want you to experience such feelings.”

If possible, Rubia wanted Arsenio to live his days happily.

The Tark tribe, having been invaded multiple times by larger nations throughout their history, was a clan that valued human connections and bonds. That’s why Rubia, even if it was a political marriage, wanted to cherish the bond she had formed with Arsenio.

She wanted to pour into this boy who grew up lonely at least some of the love he should have received from his family.

“Besides, I think being able to protect someone’s smile must be a truly joyful and proud thing. If you’re going to direct something at someone, wouldn’t you rather it be a smile than an angry face?”

“…If I become able to protect someone, would that make you happy?”

“Yes, of course. I’d be proud to say my husband is a kind and respectable mage.”

“I see…”

At Rubia’s words, Arsenio fell silent, his expression blank.

Just as she was starting to worry that her feelings hadn’t gotten through to him, his golden eyes fixed on her.

“If that’s what you want, I’ll try. I promise I won’t hurt people. So, don’t leave me.”

“Huh?”

“You didn’t seem entirely displeased when that womanizer over there proposed to you.”

Following Arsenio’s disgruntled pointing, her eyes met Jeremy’s where he stood by the wall. He’d probably been ready to step in and help Rubia if anything happened. His right hand was glowing with concentrated magical energy, golden light swirling around it.

“Ah… Sorry, my bad. I got a bit carried away earlier.”

He waved his right hand with an awkward laugh. The golden light dispersed, mingling with the mana particles in the air before vanishing.

“Get lost. If you lay a hand on my wife again, I’ll kill you for real this time.”

“Lord Arsenio!”

Rubia was startled that Arsenio would say something so violent right after promising not to hurt anyone.

Of course, it must have just been an empty threat.

“Sorry, sorry. Well, I should get going now. See you later, Rubia.”

“Just get out already.”

The atmosphere between the two had returned to the usual casual comfort of a master-disciple relationship.