The burning spear was centiters away from reaching his face.
Brian felt the air and how hot it had gotten just from the fire, and soon that fire was going to collide with his head. He cursed at his stupid decision not to wear a helt.
He had to choose, as this was both a physical and magical attack—should he block the physical or the magical aspect?
He didn't have much ti to ponder on the issues, so he changed his aura to block only physical attacks because he knew his face burning was significantly better than having his head pierced by a spear.
The aura around him changed once again as Zaroth's spear collided with his head, unable to pierce it. In the next mont, Brian's hair and eyebrows caught afla.
He scread in pain as he took a step back, trying to compose himself, but Zaroth, with eyes like those of a predator, had already thrust again toward Brian's head.
This ti, Brian wasn't paying attention, and as such, he wouldn't be able to block the attack.
Zaroth, despite having his arm almost cut in two, watched with a smile as the spear was monts away from reaching Brian's head.
"Die, die, die." It seed that he was experiencing pleasure from just the thought of killing Brian, so he focused all his sight on the mont his spear would doom the man.
But alas, it seed that he wasn't fast enough, as the observer of the fight had moved lightning fast and caught Zaroth's spear before it could kill the man.
"The winner is Zaroth!" the announcer spoke loudly as he got into the center of the arena.
The audience burst into cheers, with the exception of Brian's harem, which was nowhere to be found. It seed once they saw him lose this badly, with his hair and face burned to a crisp, they lost interest in the match and left early.
Zaroth, anwhile, ignoring the cheers around him, shifted his gaze to the only person who had shown him support before the fight—Midnight.
She was sitting in her seat with one leg over the other and an alluring smile on her face.
For a mont, Zaroth's heart seed to skip a beat just by looking at her.
"Don't move." Hearing a female voice, Zaroth shifted his gaze from Midnight to a woman who seed to be the healer. Said healer was looking at the sword buried deep into his arm, wondering how she should approach the situation.
He smiled awkwardly, "If you can get healed up fast, my adrenaline is running out, and it's starting to hurt."
*****
"So, happy?" Midnight asked as they walked.
"Yeah… I honestly didn't expect you to show public support. Why did you do that?" Zaroth asked as he shifted his head toward her.
It was for a fraction of a second, but it seed that her cheeks had beco a bit red. "I… just felt bad watching your opponent get so much support while you didn't get any," she spoke.
'And I do owe my life to you, as you saved ,' she didn't say the other part out loud.
"I see… Well, thanks. It did lift my spirits," he grinned.
'Ask her if she wants to go to a café!' Luna's comnt caught Zaroth off guard.
'But why—'
'Just do it!' Luna interrupted him.
'She's just going to decline, but if Luna wants to, oh well,' Zaroth thought.
"Midnight, are you free? Do you want to quickly visit the café?"
At his words, her crimson eyes seed to widen for a second before returning to normal. "Sure, I do have so free ti."
Zaroth was surprised as to why Midnight agreed to his proposal, but he didn't pay much attention to it as they headed to a nearby café.
*****
'This stuff is wild,' Zaroth thought as he observed the coffee.
He usually saved money, always buying the cheapest options, but today he was looking at one that was more expensive than a whole bottle of alcohol.
He wondered if it was worth it, but its aroma was so good he couldn't help himself but take a sip.
His eyes widened in awe. He had never tasted sothing this good! It was better than any bottle of alcohol he had ever drunk! And not only that, but he imdiately felt energized. Continue reading at My Virtual Library Empire
'Wow, I don't think I'll be able to go back to the cheap stuff after this,' he thought as he shifted his gaze to Midnight.
She was sitting across from him and was currently stirring the hot coffee. A second later, she was done and brought it to her mouth as her lips opened to take a small sip.
Zaroth, looking at her crimson eyes and hair, felt his heart rate increase as his body grew hotter.
He didn't even need to ask himself why, because from the date with Elysia, he had learned that he was attracted to the dangerous—the more dangerous, the better.
'But to a vampire?' he doubted himself as he took a better look at her.
Her crimson hair was over one of her shoulders, and her shining eyes were calmly staring at the coffee. Her clothes clung tightly to her physique, and her perfectly clear white face…
Zaroth gulped suddenly as he cursed inwardly, 'Fuck! I've fallen for another one!'
A second later, realization hit him—now that they were in a café, it was the sa as being on a date.
This was undoubtedly what Luna had planned all this ti. Zaroth wanted to scold her, but it was clear that now wasn't the ti or place.
'Oh, fuck it!' he was irritated. He was going to shoot his shot right from the bat—he was scoring today!
"Midnight."
Hearing her na being called, she slowly shifted her gaze upward, only to see Zaroth's green cat-like eyes, which seed to have narrowed like a hunter's.
Zaroth straightened his back as much as he could, rembering Roran and Lily's teachings. He smiled a little as he spoke,
"This situation… it's like we're on a date, isn't it?"
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