I became a mage and was recruited by the lord as his son-in-law

In the evening, Denise brought her maid to Bennett's haunted castle. Of course, it can't be called a haunted castle now.

The golden decorations were actually copied from Lord Razlan's Palace. Bennett had no artistic talent, but he had a template to copy.

The little details of life in the lord's mansion, those beautiful and absurd days, that luxurious and carefree life, can never be returned.

Denise looked at the decorations in front of her, typical northern aristocratic decorations, with gold, white, roses, and corner patterns made up of simple lines.

Everything comes from ancient traditions, high-profile but not noisy, luxurious but not cliché, elegant but not overbearing.

Humans came from the north. If we compare family history and inheritance, those nobles in the far north would be considered younger brothers to everyone we meet.

The maids carried the dining cart in and out. Denise closed the door, sat down opposite Bennett, and said:

"Is this the Giant Wolf Family's aesthetic? I'll change the castle into something like this when I get back."

"No, this castle is for you. I don't think the king will give this castle to anyone else except you."

"why?"

"The wizards are all making trouble inside, who dares to get close?"

"That's right, hehe."

The king doesn't care about Denise, but that doesn't mean the food he gives Denise is bad. This cook is very good, much better than the cook in the lord's mansion in Razlan, but slightly worse than Sera.

Denise opened a bottle of red wine and brought Bennett's glass to herself.

"Let me pour you a glass of wine. This is my favorite wine. I used to drink it with Helen."

Bennett looked at the wine bottle, which was the ruby ​​red wine from the royal capital. When the wine was poured into the glass and the glass was shaken slowly, the remaining wine on the wall of the glass would shine with the light of a ruby ​​under the light. Helen often did this, and she said her friends liked to look at her through this light.

"Helen often drinks this wine in Razlan. It's really good."

Denise shook the cup, and the ruby-like light shone on her face, adding a hint of redness to her fair face:

"Helen is beautiful, just like the red wine in this red wine glass. As long as a ray of light hits her, she will change the light and reflect a more beautiful color."

She slowly lowered her head and kept turning the cup in her hand. After a pause, she slowly asked:

"Helen is your disciple, right?"

"Yes."

"Your marriage partner is Aimee Stark of the Great Wolf family."

"And Sera."

Denise looked up at Bennett, not disguising the shock on her face:

"You're committing bigamy? How could you…"

The style of the aristocrats is to do disgusting things and yet demand praise from others. They find new lovers almost every day, but always proclaim their loyalty to their marriages.

"Why not? I'm a mage, who should I care about what they think?"

"What about Aimee? Where did you put Aimee?"

"The marriage of a true bishop is not counted among the nobles. My marriage contract with Sera is a vow between two people. It does not require any witnesses or consent from anyone."

Denise held the red wine and lowered her head again.

"Bennett, stay in the capital. There is everything here. With your power, you can get almost everything you want."

The little girl's thoughts are easy to guess, and her words are so simple that one can tell what she is thinking just by listening to them.

But Denise is different from Sera, Aimee, and even Helen. Denise is like a stray cat on the roadside. Bennett walked past it and habitually threw a sausage to it, but the cat thought it had encountered its happiest moment.

Bennett had a touching moment, but he couldn't stay just for that moment.

"There's nothing in the capital. I have to leave here."

"What is there here? Father can do anything. If you stay, he can do anything."

"For example, a completely autonomous duchy?"

Denise was stunned. This was impossible.

She slowly drank the red wine in the glass and started to stuff food into her mouth until she could not fit any more. Then she swallowed the food bit by bit.

"Bennett, you've changed. On the day of the banquet, you and I were hiding outside, but now you want to climb to the center of the banquet. Is power so important?"

“Rights are not important, what rights bring is important.”

"If you descend into the mortal world, you will be in eternal pain."

"I am not a great person. All my joys and pains come from the little things I get to know other people. Denise, you and I are not the same kind of people."

"is it?"

The essence of the Grand Master's teachings is to free Denise from the influence of humans on her, so that the loneliness of immortality will no longer be a problem for Denise.

Bennett had no such experiences, and even when he came into this world, he instinctively rejected this possibility.

"Then you said, let me go to the truth and then find you? Even if I go to find you, what's the point for me?"

Because at that time, you needed protection, and Bennett himself also needed to repay a favor.

But Bennett couldn't say that. What happened to the Archmage was too cruel to Denise. She had lived carefree lives for all these years. There was no need to add to her troubles. Besides, she had nothing to protect.

"Perhaps we will have different views at that time, and we will have different feelings when we meet again."

Denise didn't say anything. She picked up the bottle of red wine, drank all the wine, burped, and stood up shakily.

She glared at Bennett, her purple eyes psychedelic and brilliant, then she tilted her body and staggered to the room where Bennett and Sera slept, and threw herself on the bed she had peeked at before.

He sniffed the smell on it, kicked the quilt that had the smell of two people on it aside, and then fell asleep in a daze.

The wardrobe next to her opened automatically and a blanket was draped over her.

Bennett cleared the tableware and began to read the spell book given to him by the archmage.

In the middle of the night, Denise came to the hall with red eyes and sat next to Bennett.

"Am I really ugly? Without my status as a princess, no man would be interested in me."

Bennett raised his head and looked at Denise. Her facial features were very delicate, and her white hair and eyebrows made her look even more fairy-like, as if she didn't belong to this world. However, due to the prejudice against albinos and wizards in this world, no one paid any attention to her appearance.

"You are not ugly, it's just that people in this world are prejudiced against you."

"What about you? Don't you have it too?"

"I don't. I don't think you're any different than me."

Denise looked into Bennett's eyes. There was no sign of lying in them, just a hint of indifference and alienation, which made her feel somewhat comforted, but also a little sad.

"Isn't it said that men can't resist drunk beauties? Why don't you make any moves?"

"Who told you that?"

“A novel.”

"Novels are all lies. There won't be such legendary stories in reality."

"Do you think I will still like you when we meet again?"

"Like it or not, it's all good."

Denise rested her head directly on Bennett's shoulder. The purple tulips were filled with dreamy colors, light splendor, and a faint fragrance.

"Leave me something to think about. I don't know how many years I have to wait."