'I thought it would require a lot of magic power because of gravity.'
The mana required to ascend to the sky is in the mana core.
It didn't burden me at all. The mana consumption was also lower than I thought.
'I guess my mana has increased a bit in the meantime.'
The cold wind in the sky was strong. I closed my fluttering robe.
I looked down at the distant ground. A red light soon flashed across my vision.
I came down to the ground after making sure that the ground had cooled sufficiently.
Where there had been a huge crack just moments ago, it was now perfectly patched up.
“Is this enough?”
“Yeah. Good work, Michael.”
I felt a little embarrassed. Michael said with a smile.
“I was thinking of having a secret meeting, but I guess you’re tired. Well, you came out far away at a time when you should be sleeping.”
“Ugh, I’m so sleepy.”
“It’s a shame, but I think it’s best to go back soon.”
“Hmm, let’s not do that. Let’s find a place to rest for a bit.”
First of all, we decided to escape the Seal Stone's sphere of influence.
When we reached a place where gravity was normal, we saw a fallen purple fir tree at the crossroads.
Michael pulled out his night ray and hit the wooden pillar.
Cut neatly in half, the fir tree makes a wonderful natural bench.
Bam.
As we sat side by side, my head tilted to the side and landed on Michael's shoulder. Michael's comforting smile spread across his face.
“Are you doing well?”
"I don't know..."
My confused answer drew a playful rebuke from Michael.
“The seal of Ambroxa is right in front of you. How courageous of you to fall asleep in a place like this.”
“There’s no harm in being careful.”
The topic of nightmares did little to keep me awake. I sat up straight, rubbing my sleepy eyes.
Today was already the third night spent beyond the gray wall.
we decided to take some time to check each other's mental state without any hesitation.
“Eve, have you had any nightmares since you came to Dandelion?”
“That’s fortunate.”
“What about Michael?”
It was Michael's turn. For a moment, his eyes darkened slightly as he looked at me.
“I had a dream.”
"What?"
I asked back in surprise. It was an answer she had never expected since Michael had been so normal up until then.
The investigation has begun.
“Since when?”
“From day one.”
“What? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I remembered it later and it was a long time ago. It wasn’t a dream about losing you like I was worried about.”
“What kind of dream was it?”
At this time, Michael lowered his gaze with a faint expression.
“...Indeed, Ambroxa deserves to be called the most cunning dragon. I should say that he is very good at targeting the enemy’s weaknesses.”
“So, what kind of dream was it?”
“Eve.”
A sweet voice that seemed to melt your ears contained my name.
The silhouette created by the moonlight distorted the original lines. At this moment, Michael's face seemed to smile deeply, and it was a breathtakingly mesmerizing sight.
The sacrament of confession took place at the very moment when I was in a trance.
“I had a dream that I had a crush on you.”
“Could that be a nightmare?”
“Enough. If I had come here without you, I would have probably gone crazy by now.”
“Is that all?”
“Before I met you, my unrequited love was pretty bad.”
He was smiling, but it didn't seem like he was joking. At first glance, it was hard to understand and even frustrating.
“Ah, it’s only natural that you don’t know.”
Michael's smile deepened, but his eyes remained downcast with even more seriousness.
“I didn’t love you just this once.”
I flinched at the meaningful words, but Michael quickly and playfully changed the subject.
“Ambroxa seems to be quite a stinker. It makes me dream of lusting after my lord, even though I'm a knight, and it's so unholy and conspiratorial that I can't even bring myself to drink tea.”
“It’s all the dragon’s fault.”
“Yeah, that’s right. The dragon was bad.”
At this point, I asked seriously, trying to create a playful atmosphere.
“Anyway. You said you had a nightmare. Did it have any negative mental effects?”
“It’s okay because the real you love me.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. I think it has little effect. It doesn’t matter. In fact, it can be helpful.”
"Yes?"
I looked at him for an explanation.
“A demon's nightmares can be a mirror of truth, a reflection of weakness. Thanks to you, I'm getting to know me better as I was when I first fell in love with you.”
“A nightmare is not a flat mirror. You have to take into account the fact that it forms a crooked image.”
“I will keep that in mind.”
Michael smiled gently. It was full of trust, but I couldn't help but worry.
"That..."
Michael had an inkling of the matter.
The dragon will be watching his natural enemy, Michael, through his dreams.
To take advantage of any gap and break your spirit at any time.
He'll tell Eve these detailed stories after he wakes up.
So Michael said.
“In fact, I am so fragile. Your love is like a desperate breath to me. Without it, I might die.”
“...This seems like a joke.”
“Words don’t seem credible. Then shall I prove it with actions?”
"Yes?"
As if he had been waiting for this moment, Michael gently cupped one of my cheeks with the palm of his hand and made a suggestion.
“Will you let me kiss you so hard that you can’t even breathe?”
At that time, Michael's eyes had changed. They were persistent eyes that seemed to engrave me into his retina.
The playful conversation we had just a moment ago has become meaningless.
The atmosphere changed. I felt my heart pounding faster.
“...As much as you want.”
A soft answer echoed through the quiet forest. There was no time for a secret meeting.
The purple eyes, as bright as moonlight, came closer.
It was a time when I was staring in a trance at the face that had become even more attractive as it was wrapped in desire.
The large hand that had been cupping my cheek moved to the back of my head.
I moved. Before I knew it, I was lying gently on the wooden bench.
"Ah."
"Hmm."
It was only a moment before the sound of dripping water and heavy breathing echoed through the quiet purple forest.
But Michael kept grabbing my wrist.
He grabbed me and pinned me down on the bench so I couldn't reach him.
It would have been right to block in advance any stimuli that could lead to an inability to control oneself.
“Ah, Micha... Ugh..."
Only the lips were sucked more obsessively.
The two people continued to explore each other in desperate breaths. It was the dawn of an intense secret meeting.
At that moment, under the light emitted by the slanted moon, there was someone who was gradually going crazy and collapsing.
“Please stop..."
As the atmosphere grew darker and the moon waned, his nightmares intensified.
The knight who became the prey of the most cunning dragon writhed in self-loathing.
How many more terrible nights will there be, repeating the sins of dreams?
Could he hold out? He was exhausted and had no confidence.
The once clear walls became cloudy. The cunning dragon dragged the knight into deep darkness once again.
The mana required to ascend to the sky is in the mana core.
It didn't burden me at all. The mana consumption was also lower than I thought.
'I guess my mana has increased a bit in the meantime.'
The cold wind in the sky was strong. I closed my fluttering robe.
I looked down at the distant ground. A red light soon flashed across my vision.
The heat from the fissure's subterranean depths rose hundreds of meters into the air. But it didn't last long, for soon a steady blue glow spread out to offset the heat. It was freezing magic for cooling.
Where there had been a huge crack just moments ago, it was now perfectly patched up.
“Is this enough?”
“Yeah. Good work, Michael.”
A small yawn escaped me. I felt a little embarrassed, having done nothing but watch. Michael smiled.
“I was thinking of having a secret meeting, but I guess you’re tired. Well, you came out far away at a time when you should be sleeping.”
“Ugh, I’m so sleepy.”
“It’s a shame, but I think it’s best to go back soon.”
“Hmm, let’s not do that. Let’s find a place to rest for a bit.”
First of all, we decided to escape the Seal Stone's sphere of influence.
When we reached a place where gravity was normal, we saw a fallen purple fir tree at the crossroads.
Michael pulled out his night ray and hit the wooden pillar.
Cut neatly in half, the fir tree makes a wonderful natural bench.
Bam.
As we sat side by side, my head tilted to the side and landed on Michael's shoulder. Michael's comforting smile spread across his face.
“Are you doing well?”
"I don't know..."
My confused answer drew a playful rebuke from Michael.
“The seal of Ambroxa is right in front of you. How courageous of you to fall asleep in a place like this.”
“Ah... Will I have nightmares if I sleep here, because of the physical proximity?”
The topic of nightmares did little to keep me awake. I sat up straight, rubbing my sleepy eyes.
Today was already the third night spent beyond the gray wall.
we decided to take some time to check each other's mental state without any hesitation.
“Eve, have you had any nightmares since you came to Dandelion?”
“I don't think so, I'm sleeping great and I wake up feeling great.”
“What about Michael?”
It was Michael's turn. For a moment, his eyes darkened slightly as he looked at me.
“I had a dream.”
"What?"
I asked back in surprise. It was an answer she had never expected since Michael had been so normal up until then.
The investigation has begun.
“Since when?”
“From day one.”
“What? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I remembered it later and it was a long time ago. It wasn’t a dream about losing you like I was worried about.”
“What kind of dream was it?”
At this time, Michael lowered his gaze with a faint expression.
“...Indeed, Ambroxa deserves to be called the most cunning dragon. I should say that he is very good at targeting the enemy’s weaknesses.”
“So, what kind of dream was it?”
It was time for me to get in the saddle, and Michael's pacing and mood set the tone. Suddenly, Michael leaned his handsome face close to me.
A sweet voice that seemed to melt your ears contained my name.
The silhouette created by the moonlight distorted the original lines. At this moment, Michael's face seemed to smile deeply, and it was a breathtakingly mesmerizing sight.
The sacrament of confession took place at the very moment when I was in a trance.
“I had a dream that I had a crush on you.”
The words sounded like a declaration of love, and I almost forgot about the situation and swooned a little. Of course, that was Michael's ploy.
I asked calmly.
“Could that be a nightmare?”
“Enough. If I had come here without you, I would have probably gone crazy by now.”
“Is that all?”
“Before I met you, my unrequited love was pretty bad.”
He was smiling, but it didn't seem like he was joking. At first glance, it was hard to understand and even frustrating.
“That's weird. Michael told me how much you'd heard of the elusive Malona as soon as you became a direct knight. I was pretty much in self-defense. No matter how much I think about it, I've never made you cry alone.”
Michael's smile deepened, but his eyes remained downcast with even more seriousness.
“I didn’t love you just this once.”
I flinched at the meaningful words, but Michael quickly and playfully changed the subject.
“Ambroxa seems to be quite a stinker. It makes me dream of lusting after my lord, even though I'm a knight, and it's so unholy and conspiratorial that I can't even bring myself to drink tea.”
“You know, somehow I think the water level in my dreams is higher than I thought.”
“Yeah, that’s right. The dragon was bad.”
At this point, I asked seriously, trying to create a playful atmosphere.
“Anyway. You said you had a nightmare. Did it have any negative mental effects?”
“It’s okay because the real you love me.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. I think it has little effect. It doesn’t matter. In fact, it can be helpful.”
"Yes?"
I looked at him for an explanation.
“A demon's nightmares can be a mirror of truth, a reflection of weakness. Thanks to you, I'm getting to know me better as I was when I first fell in love with you.”
Another meaningful hint. This time, I didn't seem to mind.
“I will keep that in mind.”
Michael smiled gently. It was full of trust, but I couldn't help but worry.
“By the way, I didn't expect Michael to have nightmares, not anyone else. The chief said it's only people who are mentally weak or traumatized.”
Michael had an inkling of the matter.
'Galamut's mind has recognized that I am the king of Homunculus, and so will Ambroxa.'
To take advantage of any gap and break your spirit at any time.
He'll tell Eve these detailed stories after he wakes up.
So Michael said.
“In fact, I am so fragile. Your love is like a desperate breath to me. Without it, I might die.”
“...This seems like a joke.”
“Words don’t seem credible. Then shall I prove it with actions?”
"Yes?"
As if he had been waiting for this moment, Michael gently cupped one of my cheeks with the palm of his hand and made a suggestion.
“Will you let me kiss you so hard that you can’t even breathe?”
At that time, Michael's eyes had changed. They were persistent eyes that seemed to engrave me into his retina.
The playful conversation we had just a moment ago has become meaningless.
The atmosphere changed. I felt my heart pounding faster.
“...As much as you want.”
A soft answer echoed through the quiet forest. There was no time for a secret meeting.
The purple eyes, as bright as moonlight, came closer.
It was a time when I was staring in a trance at the face that had become even more attractive as it was wrapped in desire.
The large hand that had been cupping my cheek moved to the back of my head.
I moved. Before I knew it, I was lying gently on the wooden bench.
"Ah."
His shadow fell over me as I lay with my long hair disheveled. The tip of his nose brushed against my lips at an angle. Our black silhouettes merged in the moonlight.
It was only a moment before the sound of dripping water and heavy breathing echoed through the quiet purple forest.
The breath-stealing kiss sends a rush of desire so fierce and deep that the one lying beneath him can't resist the feverish sensations and reaches out to pull him to me, to cling to him.
He grabbed me and pinned me down on the bench so I couldn't reach him.
It would have been right to block in advance any stimuli that could lead to an inability to control oneself.
“Ah, Micha... Ugh..."
Only the lips were sucked more obsessively.
The two people continued to explore each other in desperate breaths. It was the dawn of an intense secret meeting.
At that moment, under the light emitted by the slanted moon, there was someone who was gradually going crazy and collapsing.
“Please stop..."
As the atmosphere grew darker and the moon waned, his nightmares intensified.
The knight who became the prey of the most cunning dragon writhed in self-loathing.
How many more terrible nights will there be, repeating the sins of dreams?
Could he hold out? He was exhausted and had no confidence.
The once clear walls became cloudy. The cunning dragon dragged the knight into deep darkness once again.
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