Aunt Margaret was wearing a fitted, deep burgundy gown adorned with intricate black lace, the fabric shimmering faintly as if it were woven with secrets.
Her hair was brushed back in a smooth, regal updo, revealing a lovely strand of pearls resting on her collarbone.
The most striking feature was the subtle dagger that glinted at her hip, half-hidden by the folds of her gown, and a ruby ring on her finger caught the flickering light.
Such a sudden appearance and stark contrast in her temperament truly shocked Ian to the core.
'She is a Wizard!'
Ian realized that his seemingly timid aunt, whom he frivolously kissed, was a Wizard—one whose strength he couldn't even gauge.
Seeing him looking at her intently, Aunt Margaret smiled sweetly, a little bit frivolous.
"Little boy, you are quite ruthless. You killed Thomas even when he was your father's brother. Did you never think of your Aunt? How helpless would she be?"
She asked, sounding quite aggrieved as if she were wronged.
Ian rolled his eyes at her acting but thought she looked quite seductive this way.
"Screw that. Who are you?"
But Ian didn't care and asked in a cold voice, ready to draw his blade.
You know, as far as his family was concerned, he was sure that there was no Wizard.
Moreover, from the novel he read, it was mentioned that Margaret committed suicide after Thomas left her alone.
But now, she was in front of him as a strong Wizard full of mystery. He didn't know if the woman in front of him was even his aunt.
"Hehe... you look a little cute like that."
Ian was irked by her remarks, constantly saying kid, little, or cute words.
Margaret laughed sweetly with a hand on her mouth as if she found his reaction funny.
"You don't need to worry, you know. I'm your Aunt Margaret, the one you kissed at the Banquet."
She winked at him and came closer to him with graceful movements full of charm.
Seeing her getting closer, Ian was about to swing his blade with full power when she just tapped lightly at the tip with her fingertips, making it immobile.
"Shush... don't use weapons recklessly. Someone might get hurt."
She placed her face close to his ear, one hand on his shoulder, and breathed softly, making Ian uncomfortable.
Once she came near, Ian found out that he couldn't mobilize his mental power, and the blade was stuck; he couldn't move.
Suddenly, he felt something entering his body along his shoulder and spreading through his entire body. It was so fast that he didn't even have time to react.
"Oh? Your bloodline is dormant. How did you become a Wizard Apprentice? How did you get the meditation method?"
Margaret said in surprise after checking Ian's body.
By looking at Ian, she already knew his realm, mental power, and even the method of practice.
However, she couldn't figure out how he could become a Wizard without awakening his bloodline.
"Heh!"
Ian scoffed, tilted his head, and looked into her eyes with a teasing look.
He now understood that Margaret was the same aunt he had seen at the Banquet.
Although he didn't know why she was a wizard or why she was so powerful, she seemed to have no killing intent towards him and even appeared quite concerned.
If that was the case, then there was no need to fear.
"Was your first kiss good?"
Ian said suddenly. His seemingly out-of-context words and frivolous remarks surprised Margaret.
From her questions, she seemed interested in his bloodline. But why should he be a good boy and answer her?
As for why she was a Wizard and who she actually was, it didn't matter much.
Because he always believed that when he got stronger, everything would come to light.
So, after letting go of his worry, he was irked by her behavior of treating him as a child, as if he was already someone in her palm.
Margaret looked at his contrasting behavior, which changed within seconds, in surprise.
While Ian appeared guarded and wary of her before, now he was directly looking into her eyes without a hint of fear.
Instead, there was frivolousness, just like that night when he kissed her.
"Aren't you afraid that I will kill you? After all, you did kill my husband."
She said in a cold tone, hiding her slightly strong heartbeat and blushing cheeks.
However, Ian wasn't having any of that.
'Woman, although you are stronger, you are too weak in romance.'
He thought with a smile, suddenly let go of his blade from his hand and instead circled his arm around her waist, hugging her tightly to his body just like at the banquet.
"Ouch!"
Margaret was caught off guard and cried softly. Her sweet voice, along with her equally seductive temperament, made Ian hot.
After squishing her bosom against his chest and savoring her body, Ian looked at the slightly flushed aunt in front of him with a smirk, his lips closer to hers while his eyes looked directly into hers.
"Aunt Margaret, I'm still dubious about whether you are real or fake. So, let me make sure."
After saying this, he didn't give her a chance to react but kissed her directly, his lips sucking hers in abandon.
"Mmmm..."
Margaret was confused by the series of events and didn't even have time to react—or maybe she didn't want to.
Seeing that Ian was caressing her lips with his, she placed her hand, which had been lifted, back on his shoulder, circled both hands around his neck, and opened her mouth for his tongue to enter.
'Just this once. I am leaving anyway,' she thought, immersing herself in this strong stimulation.
Ian found Margaret catering to him without complaint and became even more excited.
You know, he just killed her husband today, and on the same day, he was kissing his aunt in this secret treasure house of his uncle.
This perverted pleasure made him addicted.
'Tch. I'm indeed a villain.'