The Do-Over System:My Beloved is the Villain! - Chapter 99

Chapter 99: 03/17- Markus
As the party pressed forward through the dimly lit corridors of the dungeon, the air grew thick with a strange energy—an almost tangible hum of magic woven into the stone itself. The group moved cautiously, weapons at the ready, but Dorian, despite the tense atmosphere, couldn’t help but throw an arm around Markus with a wide grin.

“Now this is a moment I never thought I’d see,” Dorian declared dramatically. “The great Markus, walking through danger with me at his side once more. Feels just like old times.”

Markus sighed, adjusting the grip on his staff. “We were barely together long enough to call it ‘old times.'”

“Barely? That’s not how I remember it,” Dorian protested. “When I was just a lowly squire, you were already a terrifyingly powerful mage, the shining star of Ironveil.” He gestured dramatically toward the wizard. “And yet, despite all your might, you still had the patience to guide a young, reckless fool like me.”

Sylva snorted. “He must’ve been really reckless if you were the one keeping him alive.”

Markus rolled his eyes. “Oh, you have no idea.” He exhaled and glanced toward Aeliana and Kael. “Fine. If we’re telling stories, I might as well set the record straight.”

Aeliana raised an eyebrow. “I’m listening.”

Markus took a measured step forward, staff in hand, the dim magical runes along its length pulsing softly. “I wasn’t always the archmage you see before you. My beginnings were… less than impressive.”

Dorian huffed. “Less than impressive? You mean utterly tragic. A scrawny scholar shoved into the world of battle magic, trying not to set himself on fire.”

Markus shot him a look. “Do you want me to set you on fire?”

Dorian held up his hands in mock surrender. “Continue, mighty mage.”

Markus sighed. “I was raised in one of the great academies of magic. My family had no noble ties, no grand wealth, just generations of scholars and researchers. They expected me to follow in their footsteps—spend my life buried in books, pushing the boundaries of magical theory.” His fingers curled around his staff. “But I wanted more.”

Kael smirked. “Didn’t like the quiet life?”

“Didn’t like wasting my talents,” Markus corrected. “I knew magic was meant for more than dusty tomes and debates about ancient incantations. I wanted to use it, to push my limits, to test what was truly possible.”

Aeliana nodded thoughtfully. “So you left the academy?”

“Not immediately,” Markus admitted. “I studied everything I could—combat applications, defensive wards, elemental mastery. I spent years honing my skills. And then, one day, I got my chance. A visiting commander from Ironveil came seeking an arcane specialist for a dangerous mission. The academy refused. Said it was ‘too reckless’ and ‘beneath them.'”

Sylva chuckled. “Let me guess—you went anyway.”

Markus smirked. “Of course I did. Left in the dead of night, found Ironveil’s camp, and offered my services directly. The commander, an old war mage named Varen, took one look at me and laughed in my face.”

Dorian snickered. “Ah yes, the time you got rejected.”

Markus ignored him. “Varen said I wouldn’t last a day in real combat. So I proved him wrong.”

Aeliana’s eyes narrowed. “How?”

Markus’s expression turned sly. “A mercenary company had set up an ambush down the road, hoping to take out the Ironveil scouts. I saw it coming—felt the ripple of their enchantments in the air. So, instead of warning anyone, I walked straight into the trap.”

Kael’s eyebrows shot up. “You what?”

Markus grinned. “Set off their spells on purpose. Let them think they had me cornered. Then I unleashed.” He lifted his staff slightly, letting the arcane energy hum along its length. “Incinerated half their mages in an instant. Dispelled their barriers. Brought the rest to their knees before Ironveil even knew what was happening.”

Sylva let out a low whistle. “Ballsy move.”

Markus shrugged. “It worked. By the time Ironveil’s forces arrived, the fight was already over. Varen didn’t laugh at me after that.”

Dorian grinned. “That’s when he recruited you. Said you had potential but needed ‘seasoning.'”

Markus rolled his eyes. “Which meant throwing me into the worst missions Ironveil had to offer. It was brutal, but I learned fast. Learned what it meant to fight alongside people instead of just relying on my own power.” He sighed, his voice growing softer. “Learned what it meant to lose people, too.”

Aeliana caught the shift in his tone. “You lost someone important.”

Markus nodded. “A healer named Liria. She kept me alive more times than I can count, always had a sharp word for my recklessness. Then one day, I wasn’t fast enough to return the favor.” His grip on his staff tightened. “That was the moment I understood. Power means nothing if you can’t use it to protect the people who matter.”

Dorian placed a hand on Markus’s shoulder. “And that’s why you’re still here. Why you fight.”

Markus nodded. “Ironveil gave me purpose. Made me more than just a mage. And as much as Dorian here is an insufferable fool…” He smirked. “He’s not the worst company.”

Dorian laughed. “I’ll take it.”

Aeliana crossed her arms. “You’ve been through a lot.”

Markus exhaled. “We all have. But I wouldn’t change it. Because in the end, this is where I belong.”

Sylva nodded approvingly. “Well, mage, if you keep that fire going, I’d say Ironveil’s lucky to have you.”

Markus gave a small smile. “I’d like to think so.”

With that, the group pressed forward, the bonds between them growing stronger with each step.

…

As they walked deeper into the dungeon, the torchlight flickered against the damp stone walls, casting long, shifting shadows. The air smelled of earth and faint traces of ozone—a lingering signature of Markus’s magic. He let his fingers drift along the runes carved into his staff, lost in thought.

Dorian glanced at him with a knowing smirk. “You’re reminiscing again, aren’t you?”

Markus sighed. “You could say that.”

Aeliana, intrigued, glanced between them. “There’s more to the story, isn’t there? About how you ended up in the leader’s party?”

Markus hesitated for a moment before nodding. “It wasn’t as simple as proving my worth in battle. If anything, I didn’t want to be part of the higher ranks at first.”

Kael arched an eyebrow. “Didn’t want power? That’s rare.”

Markus gave a half-smile. “Not power, no. Responsibility? That was another story.”

Sylva smirked. “Ah. One of those.”

Markus chuckled dryly. “Ironveil’s leader at the time, Commander Varen, was no fool. He knew I had talent, but he also knew I was reckless. He watched me carefully after I joined, testing me in ways I didn’t even realize at the time. Missions got harder, enemies deadlier. Every time I adapted, he pushed further. He wanted to see if I would break.”

Dorian scoffed. “You? Break? Not a chance.”

Markus’s smile faded. “I nearly did. The missions started taking a toll. I saw comrades fall, saw how easily even the strongest could be taken down by a single miscalculation. I started questioning if this was the right path for me. Maybe the academy had been the better choice after all.”

Aeliana’s gaze softened. “But something made you stay.”

Markus nodded. “Dorian.”

Dorian blinked. “Me?”

Markus glanced at him, his expression unreadable. “You were just a squire back then. Too young, too eager. Always running ahead, trying to prove yourself. I tried not to care, but…” He sighed. “I realized that if I left, you’d get yourself killed.”

Dorian scoffed. “I wasn’t that reckless.”

Sylva snorted. “Yes, you were.”

Markus smirked. “Absolutely, you were. And I was the only one keeping you alive half the time. So when Varen approached me, offering me a position in his elite unit, I said no.”

Kael frowned. “But you’re here now.”

Markus exhaled. “I didn’t refuse because I wasn’t capable. I refused because I knew what it meant. Being in the leader’s party meant taking on the hardest fights, the impossible odds. It meant watching over the others, making sure they made it home. And at the time, I wasn’t ready for that weight.”

Aeliana nodded slowly. “But something changed.”

Markus’s fingers tightened around his staff. “One mission. A seemingly routine job—escort a noble through disputed territory. Dorian was part of the group, still just a squire. But the noble was targeted by assassins, and things went bad fast.”

Dorian’s smile faded. “I remember that mission.”

Markus nodded grimly. “The assassins were highly trained. We were outnumbered, and when they struck, they knew what they were doing. The captain in charge was killed almost instantly. I should have taken charge, but I hesitated. And that hesitation almost cost Dorian his life.”

Dorian’s hand subconsciously went to his side, where a faded scar remained. “One of them got me. A blade through the ribs. I thought I was done for.”

Markus’s voice was tight. “I saw him fall. And in that moment, all my doubts vanished. I didn’t think—I acted. Burned the assassins alive, sealed the wounds of the wounded with raw magic, and led the survivors out. Dorian barely made it, but he did.”

Aeliana’s gaze was steady. “And that’s when you decided.”

Markus nodded. “Varen came to me again after that. I didn’t even let him finish the offer. I said yes.”

Sylva gave a low whistle. “Quite the turning point.”

Markus let out a slow breath. “From then on, I made sure Dorian stayed alive. Not just because he was family, but because I refused to let my weakness cost me someone else. So I took on the responsibility, whether I wanted it or not.”

Dorian grinned. “You’ll never admit it, but you like having me around.”

Markus smirked. “Debatable.”

The group chuckled, but Aeliana’s gaze lingered on Markus. She understood now. He wasn’t just a powerful mage—he was a protector, someone who carried the weight of every life around him. And he wasn’t about to let that go.

As they continued their path through the dungeon, she couldn’t help but feel that, despite the shadows surrounding them, they had a light to follow.