Summoned a God by Mistake, Now He Won’t Go Back - Chapter 51

Alnazir couldn’t understand why Fay wasn’t coming running to him in tears. The snake wasn’t an ordinary one, either. It was enormous, with silver scales. If it wanted to, it looked more than capable of swallowing a small woman like Fay whole.

It didn’t take him long to realize why she wasn’t afraid of Scarlis. It was because of the woman who had brought the snake.

That black-haired witch.

Fay trusted that witch to protect her. That was why she could stand calmly beside the serpent without fear.

‘Is she really more reliable than me?’

The thought twisted something unpleasant inside him. Alnazir glared at Fay’s smiling profile, irritation coiling tight in his chest.

Completely unaware that both Zynie and Alnazir were quietly burning with hurt and jealousy, Virelda finished her exchange with Scarlis and let out a deep sigh.

“Fay, your invoked is looking down on you.”

After speaking with Scarlis about the creature that called itself a ruler, she’d reached a conclusion. The word could be translated in several ways—but the closest meaning was god.

A beast that claimed to be a god. It was just ridiculous.

“What? No, that’s not—”

Fay denied it instinctively, then faltered.

Images of Alnazir clicking his tongue, shaking his head, and commenting on how fragile she was flashed through her mind. Too many times to count.

He’s looking down on her… She couldn’t even deny it convincingly. All that came out was a weak groan.

“I don’t even have to see it. I know exactly what your relationship looks like. You’re a witch being pushed around by your own invoked, aren’t you?”

“N–No!”

Fay hurriedly waved her hands, afraid her friend would think less of her now that things had only just begun to improve between them.

“H–He listens to me really well! I mean, when I tell him to. He even gets into hot water without hesitating!”

Damn this stutter. Even bluffing was hard. Fay almost wanted to slap her own mouth for not cooperating.

“He doesn’t even hesitate.”

Even when she finally managed to speak without stumbling, Virelda’s gaze didn’t soften. She studied Fay with suspicion, clearly questioning what kind of beast her invoked really was.

“Listen carefully, Fay. A witch being disrespected by her invoked is far more dangerous than you think.”

“I know! And you’re wrong! He doesn’t disrespect me—!”

“I’m saying this because you don’t understand.”

The firmness in her friend’s voice made Fay shrink. Hands clasped in front of her, she suddenly felt like Virelda wasn’t a peer at all, but an older sister.

She wanted to keep her pride, especially in front of Zynie. When Fay shot her a resentful glance, Virelda’s expression hardened instantly.

“The more dangerous the invoked, the more people you endanger if you can’t control it.”

“I—I know! I do… I know…”

That was why she hadn’t stayed in the castle and had gone back home instead.

She muttered the protest under her breath, then immediately regretted it.

Keeping her distance from others just in case was practically admitting she wasn’t confident she could control him. Virelda noticed, pressing a hand to her forehead.

If Fay had summoned something truly powerful, there was the fear that she might end up being devoured instead.

If she’d summoned something insignificant, then perhaps she was being deceived by a malicious creature.

Either way, Virelda couldn’t stop worrying about her.

“As if it weren’t bad enough that we’re preparing for war without Lady Merga, don’t add to my headache…”

Fay puffed out her cheeks, upset that her friend wouldn’t believe her, then took a breath.

“Is Lady Merga really still unable to fight?”

“She says she’s fine, but realistically… it’s impossible.”

She got exhausted just taking a ten-minute walk before retreating to her bedroom. How could she possibly fight?

Virelda sighed. Fay boldly declared that she’d make up for Merga’s absence. But honestly, it was hard to believe. How could a witch who didn’t even know what her invoked truly was, expect to shine in battle?

If she didn’t get betrayed outright, she’d be lucky.

Virelda concluded that Fay needed much more time to practice handling her invoked.

“Fay, I really think you should sit this war out. We’ll manage somehow. If you really want to help, you can stay in the rear—”

“Virelda!”

Fay shouted, eyes wide.

“I’m not dismissing you. I just think once you’re closer with your invoked, once it listens properly, then you can help—”

“Virelda.”

This time her voice was lower. Her brows angled sharply toward her furrowed brow. She understood the concern. But she was angry that her friend didn’t trust her at all.

Determined to prove herself, Fay extended her hand toward Alnazir.

“Alnazir, come here.”

Her tone was firmer than usual. She noticed it herself and felt a flicker of unease. But showing her friend mattered more.

She fixed her gaze on Alnazir, forcing strength into her eyes.