Chapter 502 - Scent (2/2)
Leonel nodded. ”Watch this.”
The number of Mage Arts Leonel had learned from Camelot numbered in the hundreds to even thousands. Among them, not all were tailored toward battle. In fact, the vast majority weren't. They rather existed almost as foundational understandings one could build upon.
Many of the 'useless' Light Elemental Apprentice Arts Leonel learned built the foundation for far more complex Arts.
But, that didn't mean that this was all the 'useless' Arts could do. There were many that existed not for the sake of battle, but rather for convenience.
There was one water spell that went by the name of [Fragrant Touch]. It was able to concentrate natural fragrances one found in the wild into a liquid, soapy form. It was a favorite of female water mages, especially when they were out on missions.
Of course, this was only because Camelot hadn't exactly invented soap. So, they found other methods.
Leonel cast [Fragrant Touch]. At that moment, tendrils of Cleansing Waters spiraled up from the pool around the two, circling around the yellow flower and grinding it into a paste. That paste soon dissolved into the water and formed a thick white liquid with a hint of yellow.
Just a single flower formed over a liter of this viscous liquid.
Leonel allowed the blob of thick liquid to hover in the air before dabbing it the towel. Steeling his will, he approached Aina's back.
”Wait…” Aina suddenly spoke out.
”Hm?” Leonel paused, his heart filled with half relief and half unwillingness.
But, Aina's next words almost made his vision go black.
”… Shouldn't you remove this light spell first? How are you going to help me if you can't see what you're doing?”
Leonel coughed. Suddenly, he felt a little lightheaded.
”Yes… Right… I should.”
Leonel dug deep and caused [Light Curtain] to vanish. But, no matter how he prepared himself, he still wasn't ready.
The first thing he noticed was Aina's alluring silhouette. Her slender shoulders, the curve of her torso to the hips, the toned strength of her back…
Leonel gulped. Though the water submerged her waist down, without the lights of [Light Curtain] and with how crystal clear the Cleansing Waters were, Leonel could faintly see a distorted image that made any sort of lower body self control he had fly out the window.
Thoughts of what Aina's frontview might look like took hold of his mind.
'Calm down… Breathe…'
Leonel slowly raised his hand, dabbing the towel in the yellowish liquid and reaching for Aina's back once again.
When the towel met Aina's back, Leonel could almost feel the suppleness through the fabric. He gently scrubbed across her skin, watching as a soapy whiteness began to slowly form.
”… Can you wash my hair too?”
Leonel nodded silently. At least this was much less stimulating. He could do that much, right?
Soon, Leonel felt that he had regained his calm. Rather than feeling anxious, he began to enjoy the process.. The silky smoothness of Aina's skin and hair gliding across his fingers was therapeutic.