>>Corvina
My pupils shook as I continued to look at Hael.
I knew he would catch on. My behavior is very different from the past. And a change of attitude overnight is bound to be suspicious. And it was inevitable that Hael would notice, after all, my attitude affected him the most.
But
"What do you an?" I asked. I can't just give myself away. I have to protect myself, "Who am I?" His silver hair seed to shimr under the moonlight that was seeping into my room through the window.
He stared into my eyes and I stared back into his, "You have never behaved like this," He was looking into my eyes as if he was searching for the liar sitting in them, "You would never let my mistakes go, much less not throw a tantrum." He shook his head slightly, and the hand he slamd next to my head ca onto , slowly reaching for my neck, "It's like soone else has possessed your body." His long fingers wrapped around my skin, exerting so amount of pressure, "That calm deanor, and the ability to actually think was never Corvina's."
"Who else would I be?" I asked, "I'm right in front of you."
"That's what baffles ." His grip tightened.
"Hael," I winced a little when he used so force on , "Do you want to be punished?"
He stopped, his fingers moving slightly from my neck, "Do I want to be punished?" He found the question amusing, "Why would anyone want that?"
"I don't know," I said, "Why else would you bring that up?" I honestly had no other defense, so I just put forward whatever went through my mind.
He smirked, "Sothing has definitely changed." He moved his face closer to mine, making panic, "There's this maturity to you... Like you've lived another life." I felt his breath on my lips while his words sent in disarray.
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Don't panic!! I can't show him my weakness!
"And if I have?" I did my best to keep a confident look on, "Then what?"
He shook his head, "That doesn't happen," He replied, "Even magic of that level doesn't exist."
...
For humans perhaps. But God did sothing, and that's a different story, isn't it?
But why did God decide to send back in ti? For what purpose? I have neither the influence to change anything nor the wealth to put anything into motion.
I am rely .
A 'noble' lady who can only make an attempt to run away. I hold no significance, and neither do I know if I'm supposed to change sothing. So I am at an utter loss as to why I'm here.
"No matter how much I look at you, my eyes do not deceive ." I felt a shiver go down my spine with how close he was to , "You are you, yet to seem not to be," His breath was hot and it was tingling my nerves, "So tell , where did the change co from?"
I gulped
"That's right," I have to stay calm, "I'm behaving differently, I know, but that's it. I'm still ."
"A person can't change overnight." His moon-like eyes were srizing, even when he was doubting .
"Yes," I averted my gaze, "It's not possible," Honestly, I had no idea how to defend myself. I was at a loss. As he said, the magic of that extent doesn't exist. There's no type of magic that can reverse ti or bring back the dead perfectly.
Ti magic does exist, but its scale is pretty small and it functions differently.
So what do I tell him?
"I had a dream," I whispered,
"A dream?" It threw him off
"Hmm," I looked into the distance, "A very long dream."
"What dream?" He narrowed his eyes on .
I looked at him again, "That's a secret." I placed my hand on his chest, "A secret I won't tell anyone." I pushed him back as I tried to sit up. He didn't resist and backed off pretty easily.
"So," He stood by the bed, "You're saying you're acting differently because of a dream."
If I think of my second life as a dream, because that's what it feels like right now, then yes
"Maybe," I replied, "It was a pretty long dream." He stared at but he won't find any lies in my words. There aren't any.
"I see," He finally looked away, "Goodnight, My lady," He didn't apologize for almost choking . I see he holds himself in a pretty high position even now.
I watched him leave my room as I thought.
Just how strong is he? Or how strong does he get for him to not fear anything? How much confidence does one need to have to co back to a place of abuse only to get revenge?
He opened the door and glanced back at , "See you in the morning," He said and I just waved my hand at him. And as he turned to close the door behind him, an image flashed in my mind.
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The day I died by his hands, I noticed the cloak he was wearing. It was a cloak worn only by skilled magicians.
My heartbeat began to rise.
But there was also sothing else about his cloak.
His cloak was pitch black with a gold outline around the neck design.
My heart dropped at yet another realization.
That's the cloak only the Master of the magic tower can wear. And the Master is the strongest magician in the whole country.
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