Chapter 31 - That Feeling... (1/2)

Scanning the inscriptions, Nathalia could easily see that they weren't just grooves in the wall. Through the spacing and perfectionism of the carvings, it was noticeable that those scratches and drawings were some forms of unknown writing.

The Elf ran her hand carefully and noticed their old texture. Her hand, in addition to being smeared with dust, began to tingle a little. She found this feeling strange.

”Luke, touch the lyrics.” Nathalia asked the boy.

At first, he was wary about it because he only touched Dungeon stuff, when necessary, but in the end, he consented and with his index and middle finger touched the symbols. Nothing happened. No sensation.

He got up to cut some more of the webs, and during this lift he noticed his vision getting tunneling and the webs getting farther and farther away. In the end, he passed out.

*

”Hey, Meredith!” Ynosuke yelled as he rocked on a wooden chair, sitting. ”How do you think Luke is doing?”

”Knowing him, he should have reached Class C by now.” John said with a hand on his chin.

”Stop being idiots, Luke is amazing, but moving up in class should take time.”

The trio was in the kitchen, bored. Summer was the best season to steal good loads, as they could choose from fruit to jewelry, however, Luke made them promise not to steal anything until their return.

”The way he is handsome, he certainly must have conquered the little girl he was going to protect.”

”And she must have already won him over.” Ynosuke joked too.

Meredith, who was dusting the cabinets, shivered a little. ”Why don't you two stop chatting and go get your rooms ready?!” She squealed angrily, and the two boys, seeing her fiery hair lifted, ran out of the kitchen, giggling.

As he closed the closet, the half-deer's face turned completely red.

'It will be?' She began to wonder if it was possible that bashful Luke could ingratiate himself with a young noblewoman.

*

The half-wolf, though unconscious, remained standing like a statue, eyes closed.

”Luke, what's wrong?! Luke! Answer me!” Nathalia was a little desperate, because the boy's skin was hard and icy, like the snow that used to decorate Vasconcelos in winters.

After a few seconds, Luke could hear a distant voice calling out his name.

”Luke! Luke!” He recognized the voice of the cry, it was Nathalia.

With his mind stunned by a fog that seemed to reverse his thoughts, Luke tried to fight the feeling and even with his strength, it took several seconds to get completely free.

When he got rid of the effect, he was even a little breathless and felt severe pain in his chest.

Nathalia had her right hand raised, ready to slap him. ”Y-are you alright?” She questioned awkwardly as she lowered her hand.

”Yeah... Just don't touch it again.”