"That little punk is supposed to be stronger than ? Unbelievable!" the guard spoke, getting even more offended.
'Play it cool,' Zaroth thought, trying to stay calm and not burst into fury.
"I an, I'm the one going to that academy, so it seems pretty believable to ."
The guard raised his hand, making it into a fist, clearly ready to throw a punch.
Zaroth, not flinching, spoke, "Are you causing trouble while on duty?"
Being asked that question seed to bring so sense into the man, as he lowered his hand and muttered an apology.
Not wishing for the scene to repeat itself, Zaroth, frowning, entered the capital, Luna not far behind, grinning and clearly enjoying herself.
"What the hell was that?!" he asked in frustration.
"Honestly? It seed fun, so I wanted to try it."
"Fun?!" Zaroth took a deep breath, massaging his eyebrows. 'If that had gotten out of control, I could've been arrested and questioned about why I was fighting the gate guard.'
"But it was also the truth, though," Luna added.
Zaroth wanted to retort, but seeing the number of gazes they were attracting—no, more accurately, Luna was attracting—he grasped her hand and led her sowhere more private.
'This was a bad idea. Now I can't even desummon her in public, since it would look suspicious if a woman suddenly disappeared.'
"Oh? Being led like this—it seems quite romantic, wouldn't you say, Zaroth?" Luna teased as she followed him.
"This woman!" he cursed under his breath.
Finally reaching an area where there weren't many people and not a lot of prying eyes, Zaroth made Luna sit on a bench. He leaned in, placing both hands against the bench, bringing his face closer to hers.
"Explain. What was the reason for doing sothing like that?"
Luna's eyes didn't waver as she answered.
"It's boring staying in your soul, always spectating. I want to move around, I want to make changes to the world, I want to feel excited."
Zaroth wanted to argue, but he knew, in a way, she was right. A mythical dragon had been forced into nothing more than a spectator for a long ti now. He had to consider her feelings.
"Okay. What do you want to do? Sothing that would excite you—just say it, and we'll do it."
"Anything?" Luna asked, showing an emotion Zaroth couldn't catch in ti.
"Yes, anyth—"
He was interrupted as Luna imdiately put her hands on his head and leaned in for a kiss.
'What the hell?' To say he was surprised would have been an understatent. This was definitely not how he thought he'd experience his first kiss. Yet, just feeling her lips, Zaroth couldn't help but feel that, no matter what, he shouldn't stop what they were doing.
In a flash, Luna made him sit on the bench as she sat onto his lap.
Feeling her body pressed tightly against his made Zaroth's body heat up. He had honestly already forgotten about everything else.
But Luna, equally excited, felt her heart beating faster. As a result, Zaroth was suddenly forced to stop. He clutched his chest, his hand over his heart, as his body trembled.
He began gasping for air, like he was monts away from collapsing. Seeing the state he was in, Luna quickly stood up, calming herself down.
After a few tense minutes, the pain finally lessened. Zaroth managed to speak, though his voice was weak.
"What the hell was that?"
Sitting on the bench next to him, Luna sighed, massaging her forehead.
"Sorry, I shouldn't have done that. I should've known you weren't ready."
Despite still being in pain, Zaroth listened carefully.
"It's like I said before, if we try to do anything, your mana core would burst."
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"But how does that even work?" he asked between ragged breaths.
"The more excited I beco, the greater the pressure on your heart and mana core," she explained.
"Does thi—"
"This is also the case with every single emotion," she answered his question before he could even ask it out loud.
So she couldn't even get excited, or it could kill him?
Now it made sense why she had caused that fiasco with the guard earlier.
Zaroth couldn't imagine how it would feel to suppress every single emotion you had.
With a sigh, he spoke, "Sorry. I didn't know what you were dealing with all this ti. If you want to go do sothing… preferably sothing that won't kill , I'd be happy to oblige."
Luna thought for a mont, then stood up with a smile. "Then let's go to a restaurant."
With a grunt, Zaroth got to his feet and began walking with Luna to a nice place he knew nearby.
Shifting his gaze to her, he couldn't help but see her in a new light. For her to suppress her emotions just so he wouldn't die—this just showed how loyal she was to him.
He gritted his teeth as his body was still raging hot from the excitent he felt just monts ago when she was pressed so tightly against him.
'Stronger. I have to get stronger—much faster!'
*****
"And without further ado, the fight shall begin," the observer raised his hand, signaling the start of the fight.
The timid girl's eyes shined, most likely getting ready to chant so sort of spell.
David's purple eyes didn't seem amused as he watched her movents.
Suddenly, a dark creature, several ters in length with three hollow eyes, erged and placed its hand on David's shoulder.
"What, are you still salty that your team got second place in the rankings?"
"Shut the fuck up," David spoke harshly. From other points of view, it may have looked like he was insane, talking to himself, but that was the nature of his weird class, Spectral Warden.
No one was able to see or interact with the cursed entity except David himself.
"I know what you're thinking," the spirit spoke with amusent in its voice.
"You're wondering if you can kill your opponent before the observer intervenes, right?" The spirit laughed, its voice echoing around the arena, yet only David could hear it.
"Sorry to say, but you're too weak to do it."
At the spirit's insult, David's eyes seed to darken as his face grimaced.
"You think I can't move faster than that peasant?" David was referring to the observer of the fight.
The girl, curious as to why her opponent wasn't moving, didn't object as she finished chanting her spell and sent it hurtling toward David.
The next second, David was behind the girl, holding her head in his palm.
Blood poured from her neck as she collapsed to the ground, beginning to paint the surroundings crimson.
"Oops, I'm sorry, I went overboard," David spoke as he tossed the girl's head to the side and glanced at the observer, who hadn't managed to stop him in ti.
"Oh, well… it's not like I'm the one to bla…" David patted the frozen-in-fear observer on the shoulder as he exited the arena.
"First round over, I guess…" he muttered under his breath.
"Oh? Is that supposed to be impressive? Killing a weak girl who clearly wasn't ant to participate in the tournant in the first place?"
The spirit laughed as it brought its mouth closer to David's ear.
"Aren't you just trying to vent your frustration over your failure?"
David knew the spirit was trying to provoke a reaction from him. He had been living with the cursed entity for about six years already...
And yet, he couldn't help but bite his lower lip until it bled.
"That fucker who managed to cheat his way into first place… I hope I et him in the tournant. It'll be fun tearing him apart, limb from limb."
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