A Wizard’s Secret
chapter-313

The room upstairs was still illuminated. The maid brought Merlin to the front of the house and bowed slightly, then turned and left respectfully.

Merlin reached out and pushed the door open, a glimmer of fire caught his eye.

The layout of the room was very simple but it had a very warm feeling, especially on the large chair, where two graceful, beautiful women sat.

"Charise? Avril? So you're both here..."

Merlin smiled, casually taking off his robe and hanging it on the shelf. Avril remained still. She seemed to be sulking while Charise smiled generously as she stood up and walked toward Merlin.

"Merlin, how long will you stay this time?"

Charise gently patted off the dust on Merlin's robe and asked softly.

Compared to Avril, Charise seemed to be more caring as a wife. Every time Merlin returned to Wilson Castle, he could feel a rare feeling of comfort from Charise.

"I'm not sure, I've to deal with a lot of things this time. After all, many things have happened in Wilson Castle in this period of time and I've let it scare you all... I'll spend as much time as I can and wait until everything is arranged properly before I leave."

Merlin did not know how long it would take. He estimated that it would perhaps take a few months to arrange the things in Wilson Castle.

"You still have to go..."

Avril, who was on the side, was a little unhappy. Although she had become a beautiful lady, the innocent temperament had still not disappeared, and it made Merlin feel like he was back to the time when he first arrived at Prakash City.

Merlin smiled. He was not angry. The moment he embarked on the path of a Spell Caster, he was destined to always be away from his family.

"Right, where's Celia and Conxion?"

Merlin noticed that he did not see the two little ones in the room.

"Of course they've been taken downstairs to rest."

Charise went close to Merlin, and her plump body clung tightly to Merlin, presenting a feeling of attachment. Merlin could understand Charise and Avril's feelings. This moment belonged to him and his two beautiful wives.

…

Nobody knew how much time had passed. Merlin even began to feel somewhat tired. It was not known how many times Charise and Avril had tossed around on the big spacious bed.

Gently stroking the smooth skin of the two, Merlin breathed a sigh of relief. There was a rare moment of peace in his mind.

"Merlin, I... I want a child!"

Charise, who had fallen asleep initially, opened her eyes again suddenly. Her blushed face showed a hint of lust, mixed with a different kind of temptation.

However, Merlin's heart sank slightly. When he returned to Wilson Castle this time, he noticed the changes to Charise and Avril. It seemed that there were some differences.

Avril was more straightforward as there were not many hidden secrets in her heart. Although Old Wilson tried to let Avril take over the matters of the Wilson clan, now it seemed that Avril was unable to control the entire proceedings of the Wilson clan in front of a former princess like Charise.

Everyone could see that now, besides Old Wilson, the real person in control of everything with regards to Wilson Castle was Charise. Luckily, the relationship between Charise and Avril was also quite harmonious, and no misunderstanding had occurred.

Compared to Avril, Charise had many things hidden in her heart. Yet, she was also rather capable, able to take care of the entire Wilson clan, so she could be considered a very virtuous wife.

"Tell me, Charise, what happened?"

Merlin knew that Charise would never simply say that she wanted a child. It must have been because of the many things happening in the Wilson clan that she had such an idea.

Charise gently stood up and brushed her messy long hair, then leaned in Merlin's embrace. In a passionate voice, she said, "Merlin, I'm different from Avril, she doesn't know anything, and she only wishes that you can stay in Wilson Castle all the time... However, you're a Spell Caster. You're destined to not be able to stay in the family forever!

"You've come a long way. The Wilson clan has encountered an unprecedented crisis. If it was not for the eighth prince, I'm afraid that the clan would've already suffered from the disaster. I've only realized that at this moment, the Wilson clan is no longer an ordinary clan. Even if we want to be ordinary, we can't stay being ordinary ever again.

"I've heard 'Snake Elder' and his people mentioning before that the Wilson clan will eventually need to develop into a Spell Caster clan. Otherwise, it'll never be peaceful. This is the destiny of the Wilson clan, and a Spell Caster clan needs people with Spell Caster Quality. Both Celia and Conxion don't possess a Spell Caster Quality."

Speaking of this, Charise did not continue anymore, and Merlin finally understood why she was so desperate to have another child.

The Wilson clan would eventually develop into a Spell Caster clan, and even now, Merlin already had such an idea. However, this would require many people with Spell Caster Quality. Celia and Conxion did not own such qualities, but Macy's son, Cole had Spell Caster Quality.

Presumably, the arrival of the "Snake Elder" and the other Spell Casters during this period of time had finally made Charise realize that the Wilson clan can only become a Spell Caster clan while high hopes may have been placed on little Cole.

Yet, Cole was Macy's son after all, not Merlin's. Charise, as the princess of the Kingdom of Lights royal family, had a natural sensitivity to this issue, so deep down, she became rather impatient.

After pondering for a moment, Merlin smiled and said, "I'm sorry this made you all worried. Wilson Castle will not be in trouble again in the future. This time, I'll handle the family affairs. I'll arrange everything, whether it is Conxion or Celia, they're both my children!"

Merlin knew that he still could not make Charise feel at ease, but during this time in Wilson Castle, he did not mind if Charise and Avril worked harder. If they could really produce children with Spell Caster Quality, that would naturally be better, and also in line with Merlin's vision.

At the inception of each Spell Caster clan, their member count was very scarce. Sometimes, only one descendant with the Spell Caster Quality could appear in one generation. This required several generations of effort and accumulation, and only then, it would possibly develop into a prosperous Spell Caster clan.

Charise also nodded obediently, looking at the dark night sky outside the window. The emotions that had accumulated in her heart for many years also finally opened up abruptly.

"Merlin, I'm a little homesick. Can we go back to the Kingdom of Light?"

"Go back?"

Merlin's thoughts also seemed to return to Blackwater City, and he thought of Anson, little fatty Gutt, the tall Miss Carice, and the ill-tempered old man Etha…

There were too many, too many people, and Merlin still remembered them very clearly. However, the former Kingdom of Light should have already transitioned into the Holy Light Empire by now.

"Sure, we can go back, we'll definitely go back!"

Merlin said firmly. Charise was the princess of the Kingdom of Light royal family. It may not be possible for her to forget the Kingdom of Light in this lifetime, but as a princess of an extinct kingdom, she was powerless and just simply unable to return to the Kingdom of Light.

"Merlin, maybe there's really a chance to go back... In the past six months, I've heard Count Selin mention once that the border of the Kingdom of Blackmoon seemed to be somewhat unstable. After the Holy Light Empire had stabilized their influence, they began to stir trouble at the border, so it is very likely that this will ignite another crusade..."

Charise carefully described the news that she had heard to Merlin.

"The Holy Light Empire is actually going to launch a crusade?"

Merlin frowned. The word "crusade" could not be used lightly. When the Kingdom of Light was still in existence, it was invoked by the Church of Light into launching several crusades against the Kingdom of Blackmoon, which was termed as the Eastern Heresy Crusade. The famous Slaughterhouse War was precisely one of the wars of previous crusades.

Old Wilson was also granted the title of baron because he survived the Slaughterhouse War and earned a great military honor.

Therefore, every crusade was incomparably cruel. Whether it was ordinary people or Spell Casters, none were willing to face the brutality of crusades.

"This is just a rumor. I'll find out more about it when I have time."

Merlin started pondering. If it was really a crusade, he was worried that the landscape of the entire Kingdom of Blackmoon would change, and it would even involve a big number of spell casters' organizations.

Charise had expressed some of her concerns to Merlin, so she was able to fall asleep pretty quickly, showing a look of tranquil sleep. No matter how strong Charise was, she was just an ordinary woman, confiding in Merlin was what she needed more than ever.

…

"Wizard Hill!"

In the humble log cabin, Merlin once again saw the old man in a black robe.

The black-robed old man was now a bag of bones, but he looked quite well and would be able to live for another few decades. Merlin's potion to stabilize Spell Models could only help the black-robed old man reach such a level.

"Wizard Merlin, you're finally back... I'm pretty much useless now. I've promised you I'd take care of your clan, but in the end, an old man like me couldn't do anything when facing those powerful Spell Casters."

After seeing Merlin, the black-robed old man looked rather embarrassed. He was just an Entrance-level Spell Caster whose Spell Models were not even stable yet. He served no use at all when faced with those First-level, Second-level, and even Third-level powerful roaming Wizards.

"Don't we have the eighth prince? Wilson Castle is no longer in danger... Wizard Hill, this time I'm here to cordially invite you, hoping that you'll join my Wilson clan."

Merlin smiled. Since he had decided to make the Wilson clan a Spell Caster clan, he would naturally need to make some preparations.

"Join the Wilson clan? Wizard Merlin, you're preparing to turn the Wilson clan into a Spell Caster clan?"

The black-robed old man pieced things together quickly. It would not be easy to become a Spell Caster clan, especially in current circumstances, where those people had their eyes set on the Wilson clan. If the eighth prince's people left, the Wilson clan would truly be exposed to danger.

"Wizard Hill, does the Wilson clan still have a choice? A Spell Caster clan, this is the only way. Otherwise, the Wilson clan's position will be even more precarious. As for those threats, since I'm back this time, I'll naturally have to settle them once and for all..."

Merlin's face showed a hint of cold-heartedness.

After a long pause, the black-robed old man shook his head slightly and said, "I think forget it. I'm already dying so I'll be of no use. The knowledge you've learned in the Dark Magic Region has surpassed me far more than a hundred times. It'll not be useful even if I join the Wilson clan. I actually enjoy quietly recalling the past like now, it feels pretty good..."

Merlin nodded. The black-robed old man was now in a good state of mind. He was no longer a Spell Caster. He just wanted to live the rest of his life quietly.

After leaving the black-robed old man's residence, Wizard Bammou appeared mysteriously beside Merlin.

"Master, 'Snake Elder' has sent a message to the eighth prince. It shouldn't be long before the eighth prince's response reaches Wilson Castle."

Wizard Bammou had been closely watching "Snake Elder's" every move.

"Very well, it's our move now. The Wilson clan's affairs can only be handled by ourselves! We might as well give the eighth prince some welcoming gifts this time. Inform Snake Elder' that we're ready to go!"

Merlin casually replied a few words as he looked up to the sky. It sounded like there were no doubts in his tone.