Aísē: My Five Supernatural Wives Chapter 90

"We are here."

Victor announced as he stopped the car in front of a massive, imposing mansion, I couldn’t help but think ’Damn, that’s even bigger than the one my home was replaced’ I thought in marvel of its grandeur.

"Hey, Bro, how did you get engaged to this young lass anyway? I don’t think even your loaded Father had that many connections with him," I said to Victor as we got out of the car.

Victor made a bitter face as it seemed like he remembered something unpleasant. "Sigh, don’t make me remember that anyway, we’ll talk about this later," he paused and glanced back at the mansion. "Let’s go inside".

I tilted my head in confusion at his words, but decided to stay alone with him.

I held Aisha’s soft hand and gestured ’Be careful’ since even though this was my friend’s Home, technically.

But still, it was also the territory of a mage.

’I will never trust a Mage.’ I made that vow when I managed to escape from Merlin’s grasp.

Mages never have good intentions; even if they do, they probably just do it for their own amusement.

....

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Braham, they are here.

A cold whisper echoed as an elderly man with an ancient-looking staff looked up from the old Book he was reading.

"Finally..." Braham muttered a subtle smile on his lips as he closed the book shut.

Are you sure about this, Old Friend

The voice whispered again, this time its voice was full of uncertainty. But Braham merely smirked, "Believe me, that young man is the only one who could help us".

If that’s your final judgment, then I won’t interfere.

"Very well then, let us meet the youth who shook the whole supernatural world". Braham declared and opened the doors to exit from his workshop.

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"Tch..."

Aisha clicked her tongue as soon as she entered the main hall of the mansion.

"Hmmm...What’s the matter? Is there something wrong?" I asked, since I sensed nothing wrong...or maybe I was missing something.

"Nothing, I just realised which house we are in now, and I am not very happy about it," Aisha said, her eyes sharp as she gazed at the portrait hung high above the stairs.

A portrait of a man with Long white hair and purple Eyes.

Now that I think about it, I forgot to ask the name of the Mage’s Family we were coming to from Victor.

Maybe because he’s my friend, I let my guard down. ’I should’ve at least asked the name of this grandfather of his,’ I thought with a sigh and was bout to ask Aisha...

But I had to pause as intense pressure came crashing down on me like thunder.

"Kuh!" I nearly puked because of how heavy it was, making me almost kneel, but I held on.

"Valerian!" Victor shouted in worry as he noticed my state, but couldn’t move an inch as he felt the gaze on him demanding him not to move.

But Aisha, on the other hand, didn’t waste a second and immediately attacked the person who was causing this with her Holy spear.

But unfortunately, she couldn’t even touch a single strand of hair as she was held in the air by a flick of his hand.

"Damn you! Filthy spawn of Demons," Aisha exclaimed in anger, but she couldn’t move at all, her body at his mercy.

I barely managed to look up to see the Bastard responsible for the pressure on me, "Who are...You?" I managed to mumble out, but upon seeing his face, I felt immense dread in my soul.

It seemed like I could die any....second.

"Oh, how rude of me, Hahhh! Maybe the age is getting to me," The old sorcerer muttered as he rubbed his long beard. "I am Braham Faust, the Leader of the Mages Association and also one of the few Archamages in existence. Anyways, I suppose you must be Nosferatu, or was it Valerian?"

He asked his voice old and ancient, but every word had a hidden hostility in it.

’Damn it,’ I cursed in my head, ’I shouldn’t have come without a second thought.’ I blamed myself for the trouble I found myself in.

"Heh! Is that how you greet your guests, huh?" I didn’t answer his question and instead made a question of my own, full of resentment.

"Hohoho, it’s merely a custom of welcoming a guest in my house." The archmage laughed and squinted his eyes at me. "But I wonder if it was too much".

That sounded like an Insult.

No, it was definitely him mocking me....

’I don’t like that look on his face,’ this thought echoed in my mind as I had had enough.

"Oh, surely not, this amount of pressure...." I started my words were just the beginning as the Air around me moved violently, as Lightning wrapped around my figure.

I slowly straightened my posture, my face had a smirk of victory, and my eyes glowed with an intense glow.

"Is nothing at all," I finished as the mark of a vampire on my neck glowed slightly, and countless vines emerged out of thin Air and attacked the Old Archmage.

The speed was so fast that even that old Man couldn’t react as his left cheek was grazed slightly.

But attacking him wasn’t the main priority as I took Aisha back from his control, making Him stunned at what happened in a blink of a second.

"Oh, and don’t you dare touch my woman again," I muttered as Aisha was slowly laid on my arms.

"Believe me, Next time it won’t be a mere graze next time," I said with intense anger in my voice. Veins were visible on my forehead as I held Aisha in my arms like a princess.

’A-Ah Princess Carry!’ Aisha exclaimed in her head as the situation became too confusing for her to understand anymore.

One moment she was hanging in the Air due to failing to harm that old, and the next moment she’s now in the arms of her husband, who was holding her like some knight in shining armour.

No, that’s too fairytale-like a description.

Then Maybe A Darknight with a badass look.

"Oh.... I didn’t expect that" The Old archmage finally snapped out of his shock as he touched the wound on his face. "That was magic, right? And gravitational manipulation to increase the speed of your attack. I wonder who taught you magic. I am fascinated.

His face was one of admiration instead of anger or any kind of negative emotion.

That felt strange to me since it felt like he showed more interest in knowing who taught me magic than going with the ’How dare you filthy mongrel’ theme.

Maybe I underestimated what kind of psychopathic mages could be, but what now, I don’t want to say that Bitch Merlin is my mentor, I thought in my head.

"It’s self-taught. Do you have a problem with that? Huh! You Fucdking old Bastard," I made a scowl and cursed him without any kind of respect an elder is supposed to receive.

Well, I wasn’t exactly raised with the best teachings....

"Ahaha, Self-taught, huh? Yeah, I guess that’s possible, but that means...." he paused, and in an instant, he was just in front of me. "That means you learned that magic in mere months."

He had a look of pure fascination in his eyes as he looked at me like I was some rare animal.

’Damn it fucking damnit! That’s why I didn’t want to fucking deal with mages; they are all just big psychopathic perverts. ’ I mentally cursed at both myself and the one responsible for my sufferings.

|Achooo!

I was just about to target him with my vines, but....

"Mou! Grandpa! I told you not to scare guests so much," Mariabell interjected and pouted her feet, continuously stomping on the ground. "And you even made Vic unable to move."

Braham instantly made a 180° shift and kneeled on the ground in front of his granddaughter. "Oh my dear Maria, Forgive Gramps, I just couldn’t hold my excitement after finally meeting him."

He looked like a completely different person compared to before, almost like he wasn’t an ancient Archmage about to end my life just a few seconds ago.

"Hmph! I don’t care. You made my Vic’s Friends Angry, and that also makes me angry. Hmph, I won’t talk with you anymore".

Mariabell pouted and shook her head away with another humph, making Braham almost have a heart attack as he clutched his heart and....

’Wait, why the fuck are you puking blood? You damn Old Fucker....’ I was shocked as I saw him visibly puke blood from the mental blow he had taken.

"No...That can’t be my sweet child hates me now," He muttered in despair, his eyes lifeless.

I nudged Aisha, who was already standing on her own feet now, "What the heck am I seeing, Love?" I asked in disbelief at the turn of events. Aisha, on the other hand, seemed to share the same sentiment as me as she shook her head, "I don’t know either."

It seemed the shock was so much that she forgot to complain about my way of calling her...."Can Anyone bring the scriptwriter here!" I shouted because it was becoming...

Too much!