43 『Midnight Moonlight』 (1/2)

The two wandered into the room, Vertum allowing her in first, before closing the door behind them. They were quiet, awkwardly so, up until he decided to walk towards the bed and face plant directly into the soft feathered mattress.

”...Eh?” Ninya blinked seeing him going over to the bed and flopping on the bed.

In a way, she was expecting the worst, that he would force himself on her or something along those lines. She knew she wouldn't be able to physically resist the man, and if he had control over her mind, it was likely she wouldn't be able to do so mentally either. Yet instead of doing either one of those things, he went over to the bed and decompressed face first.

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”Um...Uh, Vertum-dono, are you okay?” She stepped towards the bed, looking at him as his silvery white hair almost blended in with the expensive looking vanilla white quilt.

”I'm fine,” he'd say turning his head and look over towards her as she stood at the foot of the bed, at the opposite corner from which he was resting near.

”Hm...” Undoing her mantle and removing her tunic, after folding them, she placed her items on the chair by the closet. She then looked over at him, now just in a black top and trousers, slipping off her boots carefully. Once she placed them on the bed, she glanced over the pouch on the belt she left around her tunic, then turned her attention towards Vertum.

”Something wrong?” He returned her gaze evenly.

”I was just expecting...” Her voice droned off, fading into the background.

Narrowing his eyes on the girl, he raised a brow, ”Abuse?”

”Kin-kind've...” She hugged herself slightly and walked over to the bed, putting her knee on the mattress before flopping onto it on her side. The entire mattress moved as she did so.

”I could, but only if you wanted me to,” Vertum wasn't really in the mood to force her into anything. That and he had no idea if it would produce any offspring, as his experiment with Enri hasn't concluded. However he did know it would bring him some endorphins and pleasure. Letting out a sigh, he crawled up to the pillows and flopped the side of his face into them.

”That's... Not what I meant,” a faint smile appeared across Ninya's lips.

”So what is your true name?” Vertum and Ninya were both facing one another, though there was initially two feet between them. ”It helps a bit if a problem arises in the future...”

”Problem...?” Ninya seemed a bit confused, though she figured he deduced Ninya wasn't her true name. It was part of her sister's name and an alias at that. ”My name is Lysithea.”

”Pretty name,” Vertum smiled lightly hearing it, ”I have a spell I can use in order to revive others, using their names, rather than just outright casting it...”

Lips parting at the news of such a spell, her ears seemed to perk up as she laid there on her side, propping her head up in her palm supported by her elbow. ”Oh?”

Magic was the one thing she was good at, and she had a well known talent for it, so she was of course interested in hearing about a spell. Little did she know, she would never be able to use it as she was, as a human.

”You want to learn more?” Vertum chuckled quietly as he saw her interests shining through her eyes, the eagerness to learn.

”Of... Of course,” She was already snagged by his hook.

”It's a mythological grade spell,” Vertum declared, and at that moment she found herself staring a figure who spoke of being able to cast an eighth tier spell. However this True Resurrection he was hinting towards was a ninth tier spell, making it even more legendary that she was lead to believe.

Ninya leaned closer, flexing her eyes at him. ”You're... Not going to tell me more, are you?” Her voice remained humble and quiet, the faint traces of a smile never leaving her lips.

”Maybe at a later date,” Vertum rolled onto his back and folded his hands over his chest, his elbows resting on the mattress at either side of him. His eyes moved to the ceiling, wooden panels which acted as a barrier between this room and the one above.

Compressing her lips, ”Why did you ask for my life in return for saving me and my friends?”

”That question has been bugging you all day... Hasn't it?” The dragon shifted slightly on the quilt, his eyes slowly drifting over towards her.

”It has,” she admitted with a sigh, dropping her head onto the pillow.