"Eryies, you finally woke up." The mage's tone was very calm, but both Zilvra and Eryies could sense a hint of excitent. Lynch continued, "This is the Anriel World, the place where I live. Although there's still war outside, it's much better than the Bator Hell."
"What do you an, my dear master? Do you no longer want ?" Eryies feigned a pitiful expression, but her attempt to cling to Lynch was noticed by Zilvra, and then the Dark Elf blocked the Desire Demon's path.
"Who is this? Your bodyguard? Doesn't seem very strong." Eryies said, "I think she wouldn't survive even a second in a blood battle."
Zilvra's expression remained calm, or rather, a cold seriousness. She didn't care how Eryies evaluated her because she always firmly believed that the advantage and initiative were always in her hands.
"I advise you not to say that, Eryies. Zilvra is a very important person to —I think you understand what I an." Lynch sighed and said sowhat helplessly, "Eryies, there's no spell restraining you now, and I believe in this world, there's nothing that poses a significant threat to you. In short, you are free."
"Oh, my dear master, once again I hear the implication that you want to leave. Do you really not want ?" Eryies gently said, her voice trembling slightly, "Don't you understand by now, it's not so oath or magic that binds us tightly together, but fate. I'll be obedient, I'll be very good, let stay."
"Eryies, I am not bound by fate now, and I am very familiar with the linguistic skills of a Desire Demon." Lynch replied, "Next, you might remind of your charm, for instance ntioning the turmoil you could cause in this world, or how several nations might go to war because of you. To be honest, I don't care. I believe you are wise enough not to truly provoke my wrath, for that would bring your doomsday forward."
After listening to Lynch's words, Eryies stopped sobbing and stood up straight. She looked coolly at the mage, but her eyes betrayed another ssage. She felt betrayed, like an expired toy, harshly cast aside.
"Alright, human, since this is what you ask." The Desire Demon said, "But before I leave, I want you to do sothing for ."
Lynch looked at Eryies, saying nothing. His eyes glead, but his brows were furrowed tightly. Zilvra could tell at a glance that Lynch was in deep concentration. If after this, the mage agreed to the Desire Demon's request, he would undoubtedly do his utmost to fulfill it—the Dark Elf began to worry as well.
"Alright." Lynch nodded, "No matter how it's explained, I owe you one request, and I will never take from you what rightfully belongs to you. Eryies, what do you want?"
"I want my past." The Desire Demon spoke rapidly, her right fist continually striking the palm of her left hand, "I only rember being thrown through the Curse Bone Gate, then waking up here. Sothing must have happened in between, sothing that made you no longer want . You are a mage, you altered my mory. I want those things back now."
Lynch shook his head, saying, "No! I did that for your own good, what you experienced back then..."
"I want it!" The Desire Demon said decisively, leaving no room for negotiation.
Lynch glanced at Zilvra, then looked at Eryies, finally nodding. "You need to relax because what you experienced might throw you back into a closed ntal prison."
Eryies stubbornly nodded, but soon regretted her rash action. Because at this mont, Lynch no longer seed like the harmless mage he was before; the surging magic emanating from him caused the Desire Demon to feel fear. Such terror was like encountering a Refining Demon from Hell. No! It should be even stronger; the sense of oppression surpassed that of a Hell Lord. She looked in horror at Lynch's approaching eyes and the right hand slowly reaching towards her forehead. She bit her lip tightly, trying not to let a gasp escape through her teeth. But the mage's skin felt as if on fire, leaving only a scorching sensation.
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