Standing up through the somewhat wobbly legs, the girl couldn’t help but glance absentmindedly, at the man, as well as the slowly descending shaft of his. Losing his erection, he simply stared at the wondrous girl, finally parting his lips as she wouldn’t do anything else other than stare.

  “Teacher, can you let me go now?”

  “Huh?” She blurted out all of a sudden, quickly gazing around before settling around his face. “Right, you’re still like that,” the voice brushed past his ears as her left arm stretched out, Lutiel able to easily move around the next breath.

  With an abrupt move up, he sat on the grass. “Haa,” a faint sigh left his lips after seeing the girl start to tie the laces around her pants. The light shirt tightened up swiftly as she pulled and entwined the strings, sending brisk stares at the continuously disappointed man.

  Turning around to reach for her sword, the figure stopped any motions for a moment. “If you train diligently, there may be a reward at the end,” she spoke with a quiet tone, however, the man simply kept down at himself, sitting there for a few breaths before eventually gathering up.

  “I’ll keep that in mind,” uttering whilst fastening the belt, he swiftly scooped his sword up.’I’ll make sure to get it. What am I thinking?’ Pondering to himself suddenly, the man shook his head, only to turn around and stare at the crowded mansion.

  …

  “No, arn is no raf,” half through the demonic he could understand and half through gibberish, the girl let out a whisper. Sitting and standing respectively amid the walls of paper scattered along the whole room, Zyponia was subjected to the man’s stare, gripping the pen in her right hand slightly harder.

  Meanwhile, the left hand encroached her eyebrows. Sprawling out the fingers to massage flowing, purple strands, the ink no longer bled out onto the paper as her hand hovered in the air with the tip.

  Slowly accumulating to a glistening droplet that threatened to splatter across the page, the girl flinched her hand abruptly, prompting the ink to plummet towards the sheet.

  Yet, after swiftly rolling her eyes at the fluid, they traveled further to see Lutiel’s arm stretched out. Catching the drop with an empty page in his right hand, the man stood right beside her, ready to aid the lady at any moment.

  “Ah, thank you,” she said quickly, right before turning back to ruminating over the few lines she had written down since they entered the room. Caressing her brows for a few breaths, she finally moved the pen beyond the page, dipping it inside the ink holder before tapping away at the excess.

  Immediately, she was back at the page, pouring words out one after another. Grazing across the dark paper with the metal, the ink smoothed out the harshness of the noise, flowing lightly from one end to another before Zyponia dipped it anew.

  Coming towards the page however, her actions hesitated. Skimming through the lines with her eyes, she swiftly crossed out a couple of words from the second last one. Scouring through the lines one more time, the pen curved a few words out once again.

  With much needed corrections, the girl gradually covered two-thirds of the page, briskly stopping before leaning towards the chair. While the back easily reached the wooden rails, her head continued descending, soon locking contact with the man above her.

  “Yes?” He asked beneath her gaze, his head lowered slightly.

  “Could you massage my shoulders? I can’t focus well when they’re so tight,” asking softly, she saw no hesitation in his face. Swiftly nodding at the request, his hands nimbly reached the area, at the same time making her head turn back at the wall.

  “Thank you,” the girl continued after herself, leisurely closing her eyes to feel for the butler’s fingers sinking into her skin, between the crimson gown she was wearing. Releasing calm breaths underneath his care, the girl’s lips parted quickly.

  “Are you just naturally talented with your fingers?” She asked, absentmindedly, feeling his tender touch along the strained muscles.

  “I don’t know, I’m just doing what I think is correct,” he said, battling internally to keep massaging whilst getting rid of the glyph’s appearance. Taking in the guidance of the crest however, he stopped immediately when her heightened pitch leaked through the lips.

  “Nghn~,” moaning and flinching suddenly as he drilled his fingers into her, Zyponia turned frozen.

  A breath later though, she already spoke again. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know I was this sensitive around there. Can you continue a bit lighter? I still need to finish my research here,” she added near the end, gaining a silent nod from the man before he once again gingerly massaged each shoulder.

  Despite lowering the focus around the page slightly, she still took the wooden frame from the side and placed the page inside. Taking the adequate tools at the same time, the girl suddenly regained her flow, swiftly grasping on the pen before starting to draw a circle underneath the lines.

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  Heeding to her words, Lutiel looked over the lady, glancing down attentively as she inscribed the shapes upon the paper. With dainty motions, her wrist drew the second circle already before going for the triangles.

  Before knowing it, whilst he was caressing the lady with a sophisticated touch, Lutiel watched as the circle disappeared completely after flickering faintly.

  “Can I ask you something?”

  “Yes? What’s wrong?”

  “What’s the point of those circles?” He asked immediately, his hands steadily working around her neck and collarbones.

  “Oh, you want to know about them?” She asked, staggering at first before speeding up. “They are magic circles. These ones in particular are in order to protect the pages.”

  “Protect? How so?” He asked yet again, a weak furrow surrounding the eyebrows. At the same time, the girl’s head turned to the side, glancing at him with a smile before taking one paper out of the countless piles.

  “Any spillage or tearing that might be subjected is nullified completely. Even if this whole place somehow caught on fire, it wouldn't destroy these papers, hence why I’m applying it to every important one,” she explained whilst the man kept massaging, glancing oddly as she flaunted the paper up.

  “Here, you can try it yourself,” she added, disconnecting herself from him after turning around on the chair. Raising the paper, she swayed it with a smile.

  “Are you sure? What if it doesn’t work?” He asked in confirmation, only for her smile to deepen.

  “That won’t happen,” her voice brushed past him and the dark paper columns, the man watching as she suddenly turned it around before placing her fingers on the page’s longer side. Gripping tightly with the fingertips, she tried to pull one hand away from each other to rend the paper, however, it wouldn’t budge no matter what.

  “See? Try for yourself,” adding whilst stretching out her hand towards him, the dark sheet swiftly left her possession. “I’m quite proud of my circles, so-” the voice coming out of her suddenly stopped, hearing the tearing right in front of her.

  Contorting into a mellow frown as he ripped a quarter of the page before forcefully halting himself, Lutiel briskly opened his mouth. “I’m sorry,” he uttered, however, the girl didn’t speak out, keeping her widened eyes around him instead.

  “No, don’t worry, I’m just a bit shocked,” she spoke finally, slowly turning back to her normal face. “No, what am I thinking? The circle must not work on humans. Even if you have more energy inside you, it’s still relatively low compared to ordinary demons,” with a brisk explanation, she nodded her head before sitting close to the desk once again.

  “I see,” he spoke quietly before the girl finally resumed her focus on the research. Though, as a fresh paper fell in front of her and the girl poked onto the ink holder, she immediately called for him yet again.

  “Lutiel, please bring me a new ink.”

  “Of course,” with a terse reply, he briskly began moving. Taking a step at a time carefully, he needed some time to reach for the tall bookshelf covered almost fully by the papers. Grasping the very last ink standing on the top shelf, Lutiel grabbed the substance slowly, soon walking over to the lady who watched him constantly.

  “You said you were fine, but you’re barely walking around from what I can see, ,” she spoke with a half-risen eyebrow, halting him even further.

  “I am fine. It’s just exhaustion. They don’t hurt at least,” he said, however, the mellow frown around her didn’t dissolve. Looking at him with a partially blank face, the ink vial swiftly left his hands, Zyponia catching it through the air before firmly placing the glass.

  Whilst he kept staring, she promptly moved down, opening the drawers before rummaging through. Tossing the objects inside with her hands and almost burrowing her head in the space, she finally took her left arm out.

  Shining out within his eyes, Lutiel stared at the glimmering vial easily wrapped around by her palm. Matching the shades of her eyes, the substance inside swirled on its own, even as it stood on top of the hand.

  “Go fill out my bathtub and relax. Also, don’t pour more than three drops inside, okay?”

  “On this floor?” His eyebrows fell down slightly while asking, only to watch her face form a frisky smile.

  “Of course, I will meet you there, so wait for me,” the girl added. Dropping her eyes down, she couldn’t help but smile faintly. Yet, no longer staring at his crotch anymore, Zyponia started to write away a breath later.

  Through a somewhat rash breath, the man caught the vial flying through the space gently, looking at it for a moment and heading towards the doors right after. With decisive hold around the handle, the corridor lit up in front of him, the lamps glowing to ease his way.

  Quickly keeping sight of a certain door ahead of him, Lutiel started to walk through his tiredness, somewhat battling it as his heart beat unabashedly. Changing his glance between the baths and the pink vial, he also glanced down at his slightly protruding pants. With a deep respire however, he already opened the door.

  Without waiting any moment more, he slowly placed the vial on the ground, tossing the clothes away from his body before taking the substance back.

  Walking towards the metallic tub fully bare, Lutiel didn’t hesitate to turn the knobs of the faucet on. One leg at a time, he settled himself inside, groaning slightly as the faintly steaming waters submerged his body.

  Still within his grasp, the vial was promptly uncorked, tilting the glass lightly before three minute spheres splashed against the waters. Just as his lady suggested, he placed it next to the faucet after closing it.

  Almost immediately, he witnessed the waters turn their shade. From a translucent bareness showcasing the tub’s metal, the pink tint spread throughout. Hesitating to wane its vividness out as the bath constantly raised itself, Lutiel nestled himself within the metallic confines.

  Leaning back on the tub’s side before sprawling his arms out faintly along the rim, his head tilted back slowly, inhaling deeply only to release the breath quietly. Closing his eyes at the same time, Lutiel’s brimming mind abated as he enjoyed the warm bath.