[B1] Chapter 17: Awakening a Farmer Class
"I'll agree to a pact of 60 and 40," she whispered. "It will give you certain advantages over me and I won’t be completely free. But you have to promise you won’t treat me badly and you’ll let me go when the time is right. And remember, if you even think of betraying me or treating me as a mere tool, I'll... I'll kill both of us."
She concluded with a chilling aura. Yet, the boy remained unaffected by her threat, his calm demeanor unshaken. This only served to intensify the girl's annoyance.
Theo let out a sigh, clearly unimpressed. "Seems like you believe I need you more than you need me. Honestly, I don't think you'd be much help to me. From where I stand, I see a desperate girl trapped, seeking aid. And, from what I've noticed, there’s a certain... hunger in your eyes when you look at me. You expect me to trust someone who might just drain me of my blood in my sleep?"
Her face reddened slightly at his words. "For your information, you're the cause of this thirst. This overpowering pull, this obsession with you. It's as if you've ensnared me in some spell. I never wanted this... this hunger for you," she countered, the intensity in her gaze betraying her feelings. The way she eyed him was akin to a predator focused on its prey, yet there was also a silent plea for his help in her eyes.
The boy couldn't understand what his blood had done to her, but he could clearly see that the girl wasn't putting on an act. There were unsolved mysteries tied to his past, and perhaps that was what caused the girl to feel this pull towards him.
He wasn't sure yet whether his blood was a blessing or a curse after seeing the girl's insatiable craving for him. But one thing he was certain of: he had to tame this wildly unpredictable girl.
"Do you want this pact, or should I leave?" he asked, his voice firm with a clear edge.
She clenched her fists, torn between pride and desperation. "Yes, I want it," she finally murmured, looking down.
Theo paused for a moment, studying her face. Seeing her earnest expression, he finally nodded, accepting her offer but with clear terms. "I agree to your terms," he then added, "but only when I am sure you’re not a threat, I will set you free. I won't be jumping into a mess that I can't handle."
She nodded, clearly seeing his sincerity, her shoulders dropping slightly as if a weight had been lifted from them.
"Fine," she breathed, a sense of relief seeping into her voice. "Let’s make this official then."
When it came to the specifics of the pact, she told Theo, "Take off your shirt,"
Theo raised his eyebrows playfully, “Well, that escalated quickly. Are we making a pact or setting the scene for a romance?”
"Shut up," she replied, her cheeks flushing a delicate pink.
The sudden shift in her attitude made Theo wonder if this was the same girl who had shown such an intense craving for him just moments ago.
'Perhaps she's suppressing her urges to ensure the pact's successful formation,' he thought, recalling her confinement's apparent toll. Additionally, those four days of solitude in his absence had given her enough time to think.
She continued, ignoring his teasing. "To make the pact, I need you to take off your shirt," As the girl informed, she bent down to the ground and began to draw.
A dark black smoke, as rich and fluid as ink, began to curl from her ring finger as she sketched on the floor. She traced out a head-sized circle, followed by an intricate triangle within it.
She then etched another circle inside the triangle and divided it into sections, representing 60% and 40%. Carefully, she inscribed ancient symbols. It took her two full minutes to finish with her unwavering focus.
As the girl worked, Theo watched intently, captivated by the way the drawn circle seemed to pulsate with an energy he could feel but not describe. It was as though the room had come alive with an obvious humming power.
After biting her finger, she let drops of her blood fall into the smaller section. "You need to drop your blood in the other part," she instructed softly. Her eyes, usually so fierce, were now fixated on the ritual before them, showcasing the seriousness of the pact they were about to form.
Theo nodded. He walked over to a statue nearby that held a sword. Using the tip of the blade, he pricked his thumb, then approached the girl and the circle, and let his blood drop where she had indicated.
As Theo's blood mingled with the ground, he noticed something mesmerizing. Her droplet of blood began to pull towards his, drawn together as if by an invisible force. They began to float, twirling and intertwining, creating a dance above the ancient pattern she had sketched.
With every second, the room started to pulse with an otherworldly glow. A deep crimson light emerged, bathing every corner of the room. It was as if the very walls and ceiling were coming alive, reacting to the union of their blood.
Soon, the pattern itself seemed to awaken, as though infused with life. It began to lift, hovering in the air like a specter. It shimmered and expanded, the lines glowing brighter and brighter.
And as it did, a gust of wind started to whirl around them, like the beginning of a hurricane trapped within the four walls. The gusts picked up speed, causing their clothes to whip around their bodies, and their hair to flutter wildly, creating a whirlwind of motion.
The swirling winds circled them, but they remained rooted in place, eyes fixed on the dancing blood droplets and the now airborne pattern. The divisions in the pattern became even more evident as it grew, positioning Theo at the 60% mark and the girl at 40%, just as she had drawn.
As the girl sensed the ritual nearing its climax, she hurriedly turned to Theo. "Your shirt..." she instructed, moving purposefully toward him.
In a forceful motion, she used force to tear apart his shirt down the middle. Without a moment's pause, two elongated fangs appeared from her mouth as she lunged at him, sinking her teeth into the flesh just above his heart.
He was caught off guard by her bold, sudden action. Feeling her teeth sink into his skin was something he had neither expected nor been warned about. He flinched, his muscles tensing, and he readied himself to react.
But before he could move, the patterns and the hurricane of energy around them began to dance in harmony, their wild and chaotic movements diminishing with each passing second.
Slowly, they transformed into a dark, crimson smoke that swirled around them. This smoke was thick, carrying with it the heavy-metallic scent of blood, and it began to envelop them, drawing them together in an intimate embrace.
As she released her grip from the bite, a notification appeared before Theo's eyes:
[Do you want to form a 40-60 Bond of Unity with Lilith Silvermoon?]
Theo clicked [Yes].
As soon as he affirmed the pact with Lilith by clicking [Yes], the dark crimson smoke intensified its hold on them, wrapping tighter and tighter until it formed a pulsating cocoon.
Then cocoon encased them and began to glow, its dark red hue transforming into a shade of pure white. Within this cocoon, their bodies seemed drawn closer, as though the cocoon itself was urging their unity.
At that moment, Theo felt an intense surge of energy rushing through him, as though a dam had burst within his soul. It was potent and electrifying, originating from the girl beside him and flowing into him through their newly formed bond.
With that, new notifications appeared in quick succession in front of his eyes.
<<<<
[Warning: System detects an overwhelming absorption of abyssal energy!]
[Alert: User's capacity to hold abyssal energy has reached its limit. Initiating fix protocol...]
[Processing: Utilizing excess energy to awaken class...]
[Awakening Initiated]
[Class Awakening: In progress...]
[Merging abyssal energy with user's innate talent...]
[Success: You have awakened a new ??? class - "Novice Shadow Farmer"]
[The class has been bound to you]
[You have acquired the first fragment of the quest, 'Whispers from the Past'.]
[Quest: Whispers from the Past: Search for Forgotten Memory Fragments]
[Quest Progress: Fragments Found - 1/7]
[~ The first fragment of your forgotten memories has been successfully reclaimed, Theo. The first step towards unlocking your forgotten past has been taken. Continue to seek out the remaining fragments, for they hold the guarantee of revealing your forgotten memories. Your journey in 'Whispers from the Past' has only just begun.]
[Quest Reward: +2 Luck Stat Points Gained!]
[Quest: Whispers from the Past: Search for Forgotten Memory Fragments]
[~ Embark on an epic journey of inner revelation, Theo, as you delve into the mysteries of your forgotten past. These fragments, concealed by the one you once believed to be your grandfather, hold the truths of your past—intentionally sealed away, now waiting to be rediscovered.
Led by the threads of fate, follow the trail of these hidden fragments scattered across the realm. As each fragment finds its place, a piece of your past will return to you, unlocking new depths of power and insight.
Every step forward will unravel the truth of your life, leading you to revelations that shape your future. Face the challenges standing before you, conquer trials that demand your resolve, and grow stronger with each fragment's restoration.
Forge ahead, Theo, and let your quest for the past illuminate your path forward. Reclaim what was taken, cultivate your might, and rediscover the truth behind your existence. Your journey is destined, guided by the fragments that hold the key to your ultimate revelation.]
[Quest Requirements]
[~ Acquire 7 fragments or clues that hold the key to your lost memories.]
[Quest Progress: Fragments Found: 1/7]
[Quest Completion Rewards]
[~ Each fragment you uncover brings you one step closer to unraveling the mysteries of your past. Additional rewards may await you.]
>>>>
With the final notification, Theo's world started to blur, his senses began fading until he lost his rope to consciousness entirely.
In the depths of slumber, he found himself immersed in a dream. In that dream, a young girl was crying, her sobs resounding like a mournful melody. The darkness around him was very suffocating, making it hard for him to notice any details.
Regardless, he was drawn to the young girl, and he willed himself to move closer. As he neared, he recognized her. She was the girl from the portrait of the basement, a figure he thought was tied to his past, yet her name and her story was missing from his memory. But as he was reaching out, trying to comfort her, he felt a sharp, stinging sensation on his cheek.
*Slap!*
The sound cracked like a whip, snapping him away from the girl’s cries. The dream shattered like fragile glass, bringing him back to reality.
Hours seemed to have slipped away as effortlessly as sand through fingers, and Theo stirred awake to the sensation of someone smacking his cheek. Blinking his eyes open, he saw the girl’s playful grin as she continued her mischievous assault.
With a knitted brow, he grumbled, "Why the slap-fest?"
"Just a fun way to wake you up, Sleepyhead. But I gotta say, THIS..." she giggled, "...feels so good." Her voice was flowing with shamelessness.
Shrugging her off, Theo sat up and noticed the remnants of their transformation. The cocoon, materialized from the crimson smoke, had now broken apart. Scattered around them were its remaining, like fragments of a shattered ruby shell.
On his skin, he could see faint red marks, dried but sticked as a reminder of the blood pact ritual. The chains that had confined the girl were now broken and lifeless on the floor. She was free.
Turning to her, Theo raised an eyebrow and inquired, "So, what’s the plan now?"
"Now that we're bound, you might have noticed I'm... happier? But still," she said, trailing her eyes down to his neck with that unsettling hunger, "I can't help but crave for your blood." Her fangs peeked out, but there was a restraint in her eyes now, hinting at the pact's influence.
Theo rolled his eyes, clearly unimpressed. "Could you be any more shameless?" he scolded, standing up slowly and dusting off his clothes, which were coated with remnants of the floor's dust.
Despite her unsettling demeanor, Theo felt a special connection with the girl that linked them, so fear was absent from his tone. If she had wanted to harm him, she could have done so while he was unconscious.
Internally, he pondered, 'She seems different after the pact, less menacing but still unpredictable. Is the pact providing her some sense of security, or is this merely another side of her I hadn't seen before?'
"Pleeeease, I'm dead serious... I need blood," she whined, pouting like a disappointed child, the terrifying demeanor she initially showed now transformed, as if a fearsome lioness had morphed into a creepy but harmless kitten.
"I’m not donating," he refused flatly with a calm tone.
"But what if I lose control?" she asked, her words tinged with genuine concern yet twinged with a hint of manipulation.
"Why would you?" His question was laced with suspicion, and he turned to face her with a frown that deepened his expression.
The girl shifted, standing up to join him. "I might, if I don’t get blood on no-moon and full-moon nights," she confessed.
"You're fibbing. You've been here for decades and nothing happened," Theo retorted.
"That's because I had a constant yum-yum supply of mana through those magical seals on the door," she replied, her voice bouncing back to its cheerful timbre. "But you, my uninvited guest, somehow broke that. Breaking those seals ended my food supply, and now I'm all hungry for blood again. Especially yours."
He sighed in exasperation. "Okay, understood... once every 15 days?" he proposed, internally muttering, "Where on earth was she getting all that mana before?"
"Yeah!" she chirped brightly, clapping her hands together like a child rewarded with candy.
"No worries. We’ll find plenty of beast blood," he reassured her flatly as he began to move toward the exit of the basement.
"But I want your blood," she purred, her eyes intensely focused on the vein in his neck, twinkling like stars as she trailed behind him. Her gaze was so fixated on him, as though he were the world's most delectable treat. "Nothing else will satisfy me the same way."
"Don't be so mischievous," he chided as he continued to walk away from the chamber.
‘Did he really catch my lie? I was just trying to tease him some more,’ the girl thought inwardly.
As Theo ascended the stairs to go out of the chamber, he could feel her presence closely following him. The girl’s carefree giggle resounding through the corridor that seemed to suggest she'd never let him out of her sight. He couldn't help but sigh at her infectious energy.
Before stepping through the door, he paused, his gaze sweeping back over the room as if searching for something specific.
He saw the statues, their armor gleaming in the moonlight that was coming from narrow holes in the walls, and the swords that had some expensive jewel etched on it.
Yet these ancient relics weren't what made him halt. Instead, his gaze settled on one particular portrait, which held him captive—that of the same familiar little girl who had appeared in his dream, and who was, most likely, a key to his past.
In that moment, she became an enigma, her presence in the painting a puzzle that softly pulled at the corners of both his memory and his heart.
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[B1] Chapter 17: Awakening a Farmer Class
"I'll agree to a pact of 60 and 40," she whispered. "It will give you certain advantages over me and I won’t be completely free. But you have to promise you won’t treat me badly and you’ll let me go when the time is right. And remember, if you even think of betraying me or treating me as a mere tool, I'll... I'll kill both of us."
She concluded with a chilling aura. Yet, the boy remained unaffected by her threat, his calm demeanor unshaken. This only served to intensify the girl's annoyance.
Theo let out a sigh, clearly unimpressed. "Seems like you believe I need you more than you need me. Honestly, I don't think you'd be much help to me. From where I stand, I see a desperate girl trapped, seeking aid. And, from what I've noticed, there’s a certain... hunger in your eyes when you look at me. You expect me to trust someone who might just drain me of my blood in my sleep?"
Her face reddened slightly at his words. "For your information, you're the cause of this thirst. This overpowering pull, this obsession with you. It's as if you've ensnared me in some spell. I never wanted this... this hunger for you," she countered, the intensity in her gaze betraying her feelings. The way she eyed him was akin to a predator focused on its prey, yet there was also a silent plea for his help in her eyes.
The boy couldn't understand what his blood had done to her, but he could clearly see that the girl wasn't putting on an act. There were unsolved mysteries tied to his past, and perhaps that was what caused the girl to feel this pull towards him.
He wasn't sure yet whether his blood was a blessing or a curse after seeing the girl's insatiable craving for him. But one thing he was certain of: he had to tame this wildly unpredictable girl.
"Do you want this pact, or should I leave?" he asked, his voice firm with a clear edge.
She clenched her fists, torn between pride and desperation. "Yes, I want it," she finally murmured, looking down.
Theo paused for a moment, studying her face. Seeing her earnest expression, he finally nodded, accepting her offer but with clear terms. "I agree to your terms," he then added, "but only when I am sure you’re not a threat, I will set you free. I won't be jumping into a mess that I can't handle."
She nodded, clearly seeing his sincerity, her shoulders dropping slightly as if a weight had been lifted from them.
"Fine," she breathed, a sense of relief seeping into her voice. "Let’s make this official then."
When it came to the specifics of the pact, she told Theo, "Take off your shirt,"
Theo raised his eyebrows playfully, “Well, that escalated quickly. Are we making a pact or setting the scene for a romance?”
"Shut up," she replied, her cheeks flushing a delicate pink.
The sudden shift in her attitude made Theo wonder if this was the same girl who had shown such an intense craving for him just moments ago.
'Perhaps she's suppressing her urges to ensure the pact's successful formation,' he thought, recalling her confinement's apparent toll. Additionally, those four days of solitude in his absence had given her enough time to think.
She continued, ignoring his teasing. "To make the pact, I need you to take off your shirt," As the girl informed, she bent down to the ground and began to draw.
A dark black smoke, as rich and fluid as ink, began to curl from her ring finger as she sketched on the floor. She traced out a head-sized circle, followed by an intricate triangle within it.
She then etched another circle inside the triangle and divided it into sections, representing 60% and 40%. Carefully, she inscribed ancient symbols. It took her two full minutes to finish with her unwavering focus.
As the girl worked, Theo watched intently, captivated by the way the drawn circle seemed to pulsate with an energy he could feel but not describe. It was as though the room had come alive with an obvious humming power.
After biting her finger, she let drops of her blood fall into the smaller section. "You need to drop your blood in the other part," she instructed softly. Her eyes, usually so fierce, were now fixated on the ritual before them, showcasing the seriousness of the pact they were about to form.
Theo nodded. He walked over to a statue nearby that held a sword. Using the tip of the blade, he pricked his thumb, then approached the girl and the circle, and let his blood drop where she had indicated.
As Theo's blood mingled with the ground, he noticed something mesmerizing. Her droplet of blood began to pull towards his, drawn together as if by an invisible force. They began to float, twirling and intertwining, creating a dance above the ancient pattern she had sketched.
With every second, the room started to pulse with an otherworldly glow. A deep crimson light emerged, bathing every corner of the room. It was as if the very walls and ceiling were coming alive, reacting to the union of their blood.
Soon, the pattern itself seemed to awaken, as though infused with life. It began to lift, hovering in the air like a specter. It shimmered and expanded, the lines glowing brighter and brighter.
And as it did, a gust of wind started to whirl around them, like the beginning of a hurricane trapped within the four walls. The gusts picked up speed, causing their clothes to whip around their bodies, and their hair to flutter wildly, creating a whirlwind of motion.
The swirling winds circled them, but they remained rooted in place, eyes fixed on the dancing blood droplets and the now airborne pattern. The divisions in the pattern became even more evident as it grew, positioning Theo at the 60% mark and the girl at 40%, just as she had drawn.
As the girl sensed the ritual nearing its climax, she hurriedly turned to Theo. "Your shirt..." she instructed, moving purposefully toward him.
In a forceful motion, she used force to tear apart his shirt down the middle. Without a moment's pause, two elongated fangs appeared from her mouth as she lunged at him, sinking her teeth into the flesh just above his heart.
He was caught off guard by her bold, sudden action. Feeling her teeth sink into his skin was something he had neither expected nor been warned about. He flinched, his muscles tensing, and he readied himself to react.
But before he could move, the patterns and the hurricane of energy around them began to dance in harmony, their wild and chaotic movements diminishing with each passing second.
Slowly, they transformed into a dark, crimson smoke that swirled around them. This smoke was thick, carrying with it the heavy-metallic scent of blood, and it began to envelop them, drawing them together in an intimate embrace.
As she released her grip from the bite, a notification appeared before Theo's eyes:
[Do you want to form a 40-60 Bond of Unity with Lilith Silvermoon?]
Theo clicked [Yes].
As soon as he affirmed the pact with Lilith by clicking [Yes], the dark crimson smoke intensified its hold on them, wrapping tighter and tighter until it formed a pulsating cocoon.
Then cocoon encased them and began to glow, its dark red hue transforming into a shade of pure white. Within this cocoon, their bodies seemed drawn closer, as though the cocoon itself was urging their unity.
At that moment, Theo felt an intense surge of energy rushing through him, as though a dam had burst within his soul. It was potent and electrifying, originating from the girl beside him and flowing into him through their newly formed bond.
With that, new notifications appeared in quick succession in front of his eyes.
<<<<
[Warning: System detects an overwhelming absorption of abyssal energy!]
[Alert: User's capacity to hold abyssal energy has reached its limit. Initiating fix protocol...]
[Processing: Utilizing excess energy to awaken class...]
[Awakening Initiated]
[Class Awakening: In progress...]
[Merging abyssal energy with user's innate talent...]
[Success: You have awakened a new ??? class - "Novice Shadow Farmer"]
[The class has been bound to you]
[You have acquired the first fragment of the quest, 'Whispers from the Past'.]
[Quest: Whispers from the Past: Search for Forgotten Memory Fragments]
[Quest Progress: Fragments Found - 1/7]
[~ The first fragment of your forgotten memories has been successfully reclaimed, Theo. The first step towards unlocking your forgotten past has been taken. Continue to seek out the remaining fragments, for they hold the guarantee of revealing your forgotten memories. Your journey in 'Whispers from the Past' has only just begun.]
[Quest Reward: +2 Luck Stat Points Gained!]
[Quest: Whispers from the Past: Search for Forgotten Memory Fragments]
[~ Embark on an epic journey of inner revelation, Theo, as you delve into the mysteries of your forgotten past. These fragments, concealed by the one you once believed to be your grandfather, hold the truths of your past—intentionally sealed away, now waiting to be rediscovered.
Led by the threads of fate, follow the trail of these hidden fragments scattered across the realm. As each fragment finds its place, a piece of your past will return to you, unlocking new depths of power and insight.
Every step forward will unravel the truth of your life, leading you to revelations that shape your future. Face the challenges standing before you, conquer trials that demand your resolve, and grow stronger with each fragment's restoration.
Forge ahead, Theo, and let your quest for the past illuminate your path forward. Reclaim what was taken, cultivate your might, and rediscover the truth behind your existence. Your journey is destined, guided by the fragments that hold the key to your ultimate revelation.]
[Quest Requirements]
[~ Acquire 7 fragments or clues that hold the key to your lost memories.]
[Quest Progress: Fragments Found: 1/7]
[Quest Completion Rewards]
[~ Each fragment you uncover brings you one step closer to unraveling the mysteries of your past. Additional rewards may await you.]
>>>>
With the final notification, Theo's world started to blur, his senses began fading until he lost his rope to consciousness entirely.
In the depths of slumber, he found himself immersed in a dream. In that dream, a young girl was crying, her sobs resounding like a mournful melody. The darkness around him was very suffocating, making it hard for him to notice any details.
Regardless, he was drawn to the young girl, and he willed himself to move closer. As he neared, he recognized her. She was the girl from the portrait of the basement, a figure he thought was tied to his past, yet her name and her story was missing from his memory. But as he was reaching out, trying to comfort her, he felt a sharp, stinging sensation on his cheek.
*Slap!*
The sound cracked like a whip, snapping him away from the girl’s cries. The dream shattered like fragile glass, bringing him back to reality.
Hours seemed to have slipped away as effortlessly as sand through fingers, and Theo stirred awake to the sensation of someone smacking his cheek. Blinking his eyes open, he saw the girl’s playful grin as she continued her mischievous assault.
With a knitted brow, he grumbled, "Why the slap-fest?"
"Just a fun way to wake you up, Sleepyhead. But I gotta say, THIS..." she giggled, "...feels so good." Her voice was flowing with shamelessness.
Shrugging her off, Theo sat up and noticed the remnants of their transformation. The cocoon, materialized from the crimson smoke, had now broken apart. Scattered around them were its remaining, like fragments of a shattered ruby shell.
On his skin, he could see faint red marks, dried but sticked as a reminder of the blood pact ritual. The chains that had confined the girl were now broken and lifeless on the floor. She was free.
Turning to her, Theo raised an eyebrow and inquired, "So, what’s the plan now?"
"Now that we're bound, you might have noticed I'm... happier? But still," she said, trailing her eyes down to his neck with that unsettling hunger, "I can't help but crave for your blood." Her fangs peeked out, but there was a restraint in her eyes now, hinting at the pact's influence.
Theo rolled his eyes, clearly unimpressed. "Could you be any more shameless?" he scolded, standing up slowly and dusting off his clothes, which were coated with remnants of the floor's dust.
Despite her unsettling demeanor, Theo felt a special connection with the girl that linked them, so fear was absent from his tone. If she had wanted to harm him, she could have done so while he was unconscious.
Internally, he pondered, 'She seems different after the pact, less menacing but still unpredictable. Is the pact providing her some sense of security, or is this merely another side of her I hadn't seen before?'
"Pleeeease, I'm dead serious... I need blood," she whined, pouting like a disappointed child, the terrifying demeanor she initially showed now transformed, as if a fearsome lioness had morphed into a creepy but harmless kitten.
"I’m not donating," he refused flatly with a calm tone.
"But what if I lose control?" she asked, her words tinged with genuine concern yet twinged with a hint of manipulation.
"Why would you?" His question was laced with suspicion, and he turned to face her with a frown that deepened his expression.
The girl shifted, standing up to join him. "I might, if I don’t get blood on no-moon and full-moon nights," she confessed.
"You're fibbing. You've been here for decades and nothing happened," Theo retorted.
"That's because I had a constant yum-yum supply of mana through those magical seals on the door," she replied, her voice bouncing back to its cheerful timbre. "But you, my uninvited guest, somehow broke that. Breaking those seals ended my food supply, and now I'm all hungry for blood again. Especially yours."
He sighed in exasperation. "Okay, understood... once every 15 days?" he proposed, internally muttering, "Where on earth was she getting all that mana before?"
"Yeah!" she chirped brightly, clapping her hands together like a child rewarded with candy.
"No worries. We’ll find plenty of beast blood," he reassured her flatly as he began to move toward the exit of the basement.
"But I want your blood," she purred, her eyes intensely focused on the vein in his neck, twinkling like stars as she trailed behind him. Her gaze was so fixated on him, as though he were the world's most delectable treat. "Nothing else will satisfy me the same way."
"Don't be so mischievous," he chided as he continued to walk away from the chamber.
‘Did he really catch my lie? I was just trying to tease him some more,’ the girl thought inwardly.
As Theo ascended the stairs to go out of the chamber, he could feel her presence closely following him. The girl’s carefree giggle resounding through the corridor that seemed to suggest she'd never let him out of her sight. He couldn't help but sigh at her infectious energy.
Before stepping through the door, he paused, his gaze sweeping back over the room as if searching for something specific.
He saw the statues, their armor gleaming in the moonlight that was coming from narrow holes in the walls, and the swords that had some expensive jewel etched on it.
Yet these ancient relics weren't what made him halt. Instead, his gaze settled on one particular portrait, which held him captive—that of the same familiar little girl who had appeared in his dream, and who was, most likely, a key to his past.
In that moment, she became an enigma, her presence in the painting a puzzle that softly pulled at the corners of both his memory and his heart.
==[SnowNote]==
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