Opening my eyes, I saw her.
My vision was still blurry. My eyelids felt heavy, as if they were made of stone. My whole body was sore and aching, utterly exhausted from… whatever just happened.
She looked at me with a bright, almost angelic smile. I was about to say something about last night—maybe ask if she had finally calmed down—but before I could get a word out, she shoved food into my mouth.
"Mnph—!"
She seemed impatient. Her cheeks were faintly flushed, and her eyes… they weren't normal. They were glinting with a dangerous obsession that made me gulp involuntarily. There was hunger in those eyes—and not the kind that food could satisfy.
As she continued feeding me with a gentle smile that didn't match her fervent gaze, I felt it again.
A hand suddenly grabbed my "Excalibur."
"Agh—!" I moaned in surprise, almost choking on the bite in my mouth.
Stunned, I tried to retort—to tell her to stop—but I was too drained. My body felt like it had been put through the wringer. My energy reserves were practically empty.
Then she licked her lips and straddled me again.
"Did you really think I've forgiven you just like that?" she whispered, her voice laced with annoyance and desire.
I sighed helplessly and tried to stop her. "I'm too tired… please, not now…"
She didn't stop. Even when I begged, she only got more excited. My exhaustion seemed to fuel her fire instead of extinguishing it.
Three hours.
Three whole hours passed as she dominated everything, taking complete control. I lost count of how many times I nearly blacked out.
Later, as I lay slumped in the bath, she was humming cheerfully while bathing me. Meanwhile, I was focused on the intense soreness in my waist. Even my healing spells struggled to fix it.
Lucy, on the other hand, looked positively radiant—refreshed and satisfied. At least she had the decency to dress me properly afterward: a black suit with a crisp white shirt and matching pants. It fit perfectly. A reward, maybe?
I yawned. "Guess it's time to train with her…"
She wouldn't be accompanying me for a few days, which left me strangely sad. And Izumi, that mysterious girl,is still not within her room i don't really what's going on with that mind of her's
Just thinking about the choices ahead of me gave me a headache.
Eventually, I reached the Mansion garden. There, standing like a painting come to life, was Evelyn.
Her golden hair was tied up neatly, and her golden eyes shimmered like they reflected the sun itself. Her blue dress hugged her figure in all the right ways, making her curves more prominent than usual. That tiny waist of hers... I had to shake my head to clear the thoughts.
Lucy had really tainted me.
I activated "Calm Sea" to purify my mind.
Evelyn noticed me and blinked in surprise. I rarely showed up on time—or at all. As I approached, she asked casually, "What happened to you Last week?"
I gave her a summarized version. I didn't tell about the decision i have too make, the mysterious maze, and Izumi entirely.
She sighed, then suddenly pinched my cheek—hard.
"Ow—!"
"Brat," she said, pulling back with a smirk. "You really know how to get into trouble."
I grumbled under my breath, rubbing my swollen cheek with a minor healing spell. Then I looked up at her and asked curiously, "Um… do you have spells for healing? I mean, like real recovery and regeneration magic?"
She looked surprised for a moment, then smiled. Most youths these days only asked for flashy attack spells.
"'Ten Extreme Healing,'" she said, then began explaining the essence of the spell.
With my improved comprehension skills, I was able to grasp some of the spell's foundation. While I couldn't use it at full strength, even my weak version was stronger than any standard healing magic I'd seen.
Curious, I asked what Tier it belonged to.
When she replied, my stomach dropped.
Legendary Tier.
I gulped. The second Legendary spell I had somehow comprehended. I barely had proficiency with the first. This was too much.
She stared at me like I was some kind of monster, then slowly began to smile. She had made up her mind. She would pass down her legacy to me.
Honestly, she had only planned a week of basic training. But with her daughter away for a few days, it seemed like the perfect time.
She gave me a strange look I couldn't quite interpret—somewhere between warmth and something more dangerous. I wasn't sure if I should feel excited or afraid.
"We're sparring this time," she said calmly.
I nodded. Thanks to "Calm Sea," I could analyze things more clearly, and I felt more composed.
She summoned her staff. I summoned mine.
Pure white.
She raised an eyebrow but said nothing at first. "Why is it white?" she finally asked, more curious than suspicious.
I said nothing.
But then… the staff spoke to me in my mind.
"Oh, you're going to try and beat her? You might as well kill yourself," it grumbled, voice heavy with annoyance and disdain.
My eye twitched. "It's just sparring," I replied mentally.
The staff sighed. Audibly.
"Don't blame me if you get wrecked. I can feel her intent. It's bad. Really, really bad…"
Before I could ask what it meant, the world shifted.
My jaw dropped.
We were no longer in the tranquil academy garden—but in a vast black domain. The air trembled with mana.
And surrounding me—floating ominously—were not three… not four… but five massive orbs of destructive energy. High-tier spells. Each one capable of leveling a building.
All aimed directly at me.
"…This isn't sparring," I muttered.