Kalion’s mind reeled as he wondered why she was acting so strange. He stopped his movements, his gaze fixed upon her face. And there, he saw something that he had seen all too often: tears streaming down her face, silent and unyielding.
Kalion had seen Erna cry more times than anyone else. And he knew, with a certainty that chilled him to the bone, that she was truly, deeply sad in this moment.
He awkwardly pulled himself out from under her, the pleasure that had just moments ago consumed him now replaced by a gnawing sense of guilt and confusion.
Erna was truly sad. That was the only thing that reverberated through Kalion’s mind. He racked his brain, trying to understand why she was crying, but no matter how hard he thought, there was only one conclusion: it was all his doing.
He was confused, unable to grasp how she could have felt any differently from the day before.
But just as he was lost in his thoughts, Erna slowly sat up, wiping away her tears with the back of her hand. And then, with a flick of her finger, a spell materialized at its tip.
“I’m sorry, Kalion,” she said, her voice trembling. “It’s going to hurt a bit.”
Before Kalion could even begin to process her words, Erna moved with a speed he could never have imagined from the woman who had just been lying beneath him, unable to even make a sound. She approached him and cast the spell without hesitation.
Kalion felt a searing pain, like he had been struck by a bolt of lightning. He recoiled in agony, trying to make sense of what had just occurred. The bedroom that had once been a sanctuary of pleasure was now filled with tension and uncertainty.
“What the hell is this!”
Kalion quickly examined the spell that Erna had created, his mind racing as he tried to make sense of it. He wasn’t a magician, but he had secretly memorized some of the ancient script used in Erna’s spells, driven by a desire to understand her better. He had even hoped that one day he could impress her by pretending to know magic.
And now, as he gazed upon the spell Erna had cast upon him, he could tell exactly what it was.
“Why are you using a spell to seal away demons on me!”
The spell Erna had created was clearly one used to annihilate demons, a few of the characters from the enormous spell used in the old Haldis region stood out to Kalion.
Erna looked at Kalion, her expression a mixture of nervousness and determination. “As I suspected, you know things you shouldn’t have known,” she said, her voice trembling.
“I know it because I memorized it!” Kalion protested, his voice rising in frustration.
“Sure, like when you covered the book I gave you and said you didn’t need to memorize it,” Erna retorted, her tone laced with sarcasm.
“No! I took it later and memorized it all!”
But there was no time for them to argue. Erna’s magic was flying towards him once again, and this time there was no mistaking her intent. Her magic was extremely sharp and powerful, and if it were anyone else, they would have been hit by the first spell already.
As Kalion retreated from her onslaught, Erna unleashed several more spells, her voice rising to a shout.
“If you don’t want to die, get out of Kalion’s body now, you demon!”
“Demon?” Kalion repeated, his voice barely above a whisper. He opened his mouth in disbelief, struggling to understand the situation. “Me? A demon?”