I Cast Forbidden Spells Until the World Breaks-Chapter 114 I want five

Faced with Nia’s question, Zayne did not know how to answer.

He did not know how to tell her that Astrachior was already gone.

Although he had never really liked Nia and often thought she was a bit scatterbrained, actually telling her that her father had died left him at a complete loss for words.

Nia stared at Zayne, her eyes burning with anticipation. When she saw him remain silent, confusion flickered across her face.

Then her gaze shifted to the crystal ice coffin resting on Zayne’s shoulder. Her heart suddenly skipped, and she forced out an awkward, strained smile.

"Shadowcaster, why aren’t you saying anything? What is that thing you’re carrying?"

"I’m sorry."

Zayne took a deep breath and set the ice coffin down. It landed heavily in front of Nia with a dull thud.

Nia stepped closer. When her eyes passed through the ice and landed on Astrachior’s pale face, a smile appeared on her lips. She lifted her gaze back to Shadowcaster.

"Shadowcaster, this is a prank, right? You and my father planned this together to trick me, didn’t you? My father is Astrachior, famous across Aurelion. How could he possibly die?"

"You’re trying to fool me, right?"

Her eyes locked onto Zayne, like someone drowning desperately clinging to the last piece of driftwood.

At that moment, she wanted nothing more than to hear Zayne say that everything she saw was fake, that this was all just a joke.

When Zayne still did not speak, Nia rushed forward and grabbed his collar.

"Say it. Say it now. Tell me this is a prank."

"Tell me the person lying there isn’t my father."

"Say it. Say it!"

Nia completely broke down. Her cries were hysterical, tears streaming uncontrollably from her eyes.

"Astrachior said... he wants to be buried with your mother."

Zayne finally spoke, his voice hoarse.

"You’re lying. My father can’t be dead. He’s Astrachior."

Nia clutched Zayne’s shoulders tightly, not daring to look back at the ice coffin again.

"Shadowcaster, I’m begging you. Tell me this is fake. Tell me I’m still dreaming."

"I’m sorry. One day, everyone will know. Astrachior was a hero."

Zayne murmured softly, as if promising Nia, or perhaps promising himself.

"I don’t want a hero. I just want my father to come back safe."

Nia collapsed against the ice coffin, sobbing uncontrollably. Tears slid down her face and froze upon touching the coffin.

Zayne drew in a deep breath. Accepting this truth was far too cruel for Nia.

Very few people could stay calm after suddenly losing their closest family.

He did not know how to comfort her. He could only stand there like a statue, watching her quietly, making sure she did nothing reckless in her emotional collapse.

After an unknown amount of time, Nia’s sobs finally softened. Her gaze remained fixed on Astrachior as she asked calmly,

"How did my father die? No one could have killed him."

"He divined too much and suffered heavenly backlash. He died for all people."

Zayne replied softly.

"Astrachior... already knew he would die."

Nia nodded calmly.

"He was so cruel. He didn’t even say goodbye to me properly."

"Maybe... Astrachior didn’t dare to."

Zayne’s expression grew complicated.

Astrachior had a chance to live. He could have taken Eternal Scales and walked away, ignoring everything else.

If he had said goodbye to Nia, perhaps he truly would not have been able to bring himself to die.

He did not dare say farewell because he feared losing his resolve.

Nia reached out and gently brushed her hand across the ice coffin, looking at Astrachior inside.

"I understand. Shadowcaster, you can go. Let’s pretend we never knew each other."

Zayne opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end, he said nothing.

Maybe what Nia needed right now was to be alone.

He turned and left, closing the door softly behind him. Once the door shut, muffled sobbing came from within.

"Poor young lady. When her mother passed, Astrachior was still with her. Now that Astrachior is gone too, she’s truly alone in this world."

Double J sighed quietly as he stood guard outside.

"Stay here these next few days. If anything happens, notify me immediately. And don’t show your face in public."

Zayne instructed.

"Understood."

Double J nodded and faded into the shadows.

John and Captain K were not small figures. One was the deputy director of the Old Shipyard Port Investigation Bureau, the other the president of the Adventurers Guild.

Their deaths would definitely cause unrest in Old Shipyard Port.

As for Astrachior, the death of someone like him would shake all of Aurelion.

Zayne and Double J had to prepare in advance.

A simple investigation would reveal that Astrachior had left the city that day together with Zayne and Double J.

That meant from now on, the identities of Shadowcaster and Double J could never appear in public again.

Zayne activated the Forbidden Spell "Spatial Translocation" and vanished from the spot.

Next, he needed to create plenty of evidence proving that he had not left Old Shipyard Port these past two days.

Moments later, Zayne, now without Phantom Visage, staggered drunkenly out of the villa the Ward family had arranged for him, looking like he had just woken up.

After leaving the residential area, he waved down a taxi.

"Take me to find prostitutes."

"What?"

The driver looked horrified. Who went looking for prostitutes first thing in the morning?

But when he turned around and saw the face in the back seat, his expression instantly relaxed.

The national champion, Zayne.

This guy had practically disappeared into debauchery lately in Old Shipyard Port, drunk day and night.

If it was him, going to look for prostitutes in the morning actually made sense.

"What price range? Two hundred, six hundred, or fifteen hundred?"

The driver glanced around to make sure no one was listening before whispering.

"You don’t recognize me anymore? Of course I want the most expensive. And I want five."

Zayne stuffed a wad of cash into the driver’s hand.

The moment the driver got the money, he floored the gas and headed straight for the most famous red light district in Old Shipyard Port.

As the car drove, Zayne suddenly spoke again.

"Why do you look kind of familiar? Did I take your car sometime these past two days?"

"Huh? Really? If I had picked up the national champion, how could I forget?"

The driver thought for a moment, then slapped his thigh.

"Oh, right. I remember now. Yesterday I picked up a guy with two beauties in the car. That was you?"