Chapter 78 - He Probably Isnt A Bad Person (1/2)

Year 4014 - R Inn -7:00am

When Lyn woke up and saw Rhys sleeping face beside her, the first thing she did was scream - causing him to wake up. The next thing she did was call him a pervert and hit him, Rhys, however, grabbed hold of her wrist, ”Where's my thank you for keeping you warm all night?” Her cheeks grew hot at his words, but she continues to glare at him. Think Lyn, how did this situation come about?

No matter how much she thought back to yesterday, though. Nothing came to mind; Lyn immediately noted how there seemed to be a wincing pain in her head. She placed her hand over her head in confusion; why does her head hurt so much?

Rhys reached over and brushed his hand on her forehead, ”Lay down, let me treat you.”

Treat her? Lyn, however, didn't get a chance to say anymore, since Rhys forcibly made her lay down. She deeply sighed; she might as well along with it. What could be any worse than this situation?

Rhys pulled out a brush and some scrolls, and Lyn looked at him puzzled. What is he doing? He seemed amused that she was watching him since he called out, ”This is also magic, but well, it's more of the ancient arts.”

Ancient arts? Lyn did know of people who use it, like her mentor and occasionally her eldest brother. But this is the first time she is witnessing somebody else use it.

Lyn's eyes twitched in annoyance when he reached over for her clothes, ”Pervert!!”

Rhys rolled his eyes, ”Trust me, that's the last thing on my mind when your not acting as cute as you did yesterday,” he trailed off before adding, ”In short, I like your cute side better.”

If he's going to compliment her, he should see it through to the very end instead of giving her such a half-hearted reply. Her thoughts broke off though when she felt his hands linger on her chest, and she flushed red, ”Stop already!!”

”Sorry, sorry,” Rhys apologized, ”Getting distracted there.”

Why does she have to show her skin for, anyway? It makes little sense to her. Could it be that Rhys is just trying to take advantage of her? As she thought this, she felt something make contact with her chest. But it wasn't Rhys hand it was the brush in his hands, Rhys was drawing some strange letters on her chest. Lyn looked at him, confused, 'what is he doing?' He said he would use ancient magic, does he mean this? But Lyn had never seen ancient magic like this before..

A strange glow surrounds them, causing her eyes to widen. When the light vanished, Lyn felt that the fatigue in her body had vanished somewhat. Rhys cupped her cheeks, ”Hmm, I see the colors returned to your face,” he trailed off and nodded, ”Yeah, this one should work for a while, unless I find a better spell.”

A spell? Lyn looked at him, curiously, ”What um, did you write?”

Rhys smiled, ”It's the ancient language of the East.”