I'm the Only Magus in This Witch World

Magna suddenly lunged forward, grabbed a glass of red liquid from the dining table, and threw it straight at the spot.

Just as his senses had told him, the liquid never reached the curtains. It splashed against something invisible standing directly in front of them.

"You’re good, kid." The familiar voice reached Magna’s ears.

The voice alone was enough for Magna to know it was Titus.

A moment later, Titus’s massive frame began to take shape in front of him, still covered in frost armor. This time, though, he had no helmet over his head.

Magna, still trying to work out why this madman was attacking him again, studied his face.

He looked to be somewhere in his forties, with blond hair, blue eyes, and masculine features.

There was also an old, heavy scar running from one side of his face to the other.

He had a frightening face, no question, the sort that could make any child cry.

But the most frightening part of all was his expression and the way his eyes looked at Magna.

It wasn’t the look of someone regarding a guest in his home. It was the look of an enemy he was about to kill.

"I’m sorry, okay? I wasn’t planning to eat it. I just wanted to..." Magna tried to explain, assuming Titus was simply angry because he’d decided to eat before the hosts arrived.

Titus didn’t even listen.

His fist shot toward his stomach.

Magna’s body reacted before his mind could cope with it.

He jumped into the air, spreading his legs apart as Titus’s fist passed between them, missing his manhood by mere millimeters.

The punch struck the wooden wall with a loud crash.

Still in midair, Magna glanced toward the wall and saw a massive hole where Titus’s fist had smashed straight through the hard wood.

’Is he actually trying to kill me?’ The realization hit him.

He twisted his body at once and planted one foot against the wall. Using it as a foothold, he pushed off with all his strength and launched himself toward the far side of the room.

Luckily, where he landed was close to the exit, so without looking back, the instant his feet touched the floor he bolted for the door.

He was almost there when a big, cold hand grabbed him by the shoulder and hurled him straight back into the far end of the room.

BANG!

His body slammed hard into the wall and dropped to the floor.

For a second the impact knocked the wind out of him completely. He couldn’t even get up, just lay there trying to catch his breath.

The heavy footsteps kept coming closer.

"I thought your body had more than this in it." Titus stood beside him, looking down at the boy struggling to get back on his feet.

Magna forced words out between ragged breaths. "W-wait... just give me a second..."

He wasn’t only stalling to catch his breath. He was also positioning his body for his next move.

Then, twisting suddenly, he swept his leg toward Titus’s legs, hoping to knock him down and buy himself a precious second to escape.

Unfortunately, the moment his leg met that thick, frost-covered limb, a sharp crack echoed through the whole room.

"Aghh..." Magna grabbed his leg in instant regret, pain shooting through him as it snapped cleanly at the shin.

Titus watched the boy writhing in pain and shook his head with a sigh. "I told you not to kick things with that leg before it’s fully healed."

Magna cried out in pain, frustration bleeding into his voice. "That was my good leg."

Titus paused for a moment, then his whole demeanor shifted as he burst out laughing. "Sorry, sorry. My bad."

He crouched down and took hold of the broken leg. "Stop whining and let me see it."

Just like before, he held the break for a while, and once he’d frozen the bone back into place, he pulled a bandage from somewhere on his armor and wrapped this leg just as he had the other.

He couldn’t resist saying the same line again, half joking this time. "You can walk now, but don’t try kicking anything again before it fully heals."

Magna wanted to curse him, wanted to spit right in his face, but not wanting another broken bone in his body, he simply nodded.

Titus laughed again at the sight of him, then turned to leave.

He paused right before stepping out the door, turning back to say, "Celeste and Faye are a bit busy talking at the moment, so if you’re hungry, just start without them. No need to wait."

—

"Mom, what do you mean I can’t take the trial again? I can’t be a Witch anymore? Because I failed?" Faye stood in her mother’s study, tears streaming down her face without stopping.

Celeste looked at her daughter, let out a sigh, and got up from her desk.

She walked over and sat down on the couch.

She called Faye over to sit beside her, then spoke gently, stroking her head. "Did I say you’ll never be a Witch? I only said your next trial will be delayed a little."

Her words didn’t calm Faye down. She still managed to ask, between hiccups, "How long?"

"A year, at most."

Faye paused for a moment at that, then burst into fresh tears. "Why?"

She hadn’t expected that failing would cost her an entire year. For someone her age, that was a long time to lose.

She wasn’t even the one to blame for the trial’s failure. By the time she’d reached the cave, every goblin inside was already dead.

"Can’t Grandmother do something?" She asked, hope in her voice as she fought back her sobs.

Celeste only shook her head. "This is already the result after she stepped in."

She stood, took a letter from her desk, then came back and sat down again, opening it to show her what it said.

"Usually it’s a 3 year wait when a Witch fails her trial, before she can take the next one. Your grandmother managed to bring it down to 1 year, using her connections, but that also changed what your mission is."

As Faye listened to her mother, she also read what was written on the letter herself.

When she reached the part describing her new trial, her eyes widened in shock.

"Really? I have to kill a mini-lizardman and bring back its scales?"

It was the very monster that had nearly cost her and Magna their lives just recently.

Celeste could only stare back, since she’d had that very same reaction upon reading the letter herself.

She knew her daughter well enough to know there was no way Faye could gain enough power in a single year to kill a red lizard on her own.

’What was Mother thinking, accepting this trial?’ Celeste thought, feeling helpless inside.

She was even starting to regret asking her for help in the first place.

Waiting three years would have made far more sense to her than sending Faye to fight a monster she had no chance of beating at all.

But unfortunately, there was nothing she could do about it. This was simply the way Witch society worked.

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