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C8: magician of Khione

C8: magician of Khione

"What is a kiss?"

The utter confusion in Idris' voice left Ijekiel speechless but the youth couldn't help but laugh a bit under his breath. Without muttering a word, Ijekiel leaned his face close to Idris. The youth's lips connected with the other's much colder ones but for him, it was the warmest.

The simple act of kissing lasted for more than five seconds before Ijekiel pulled away and when he did, he saw Idris making a weird face. "This one does not understand. What was the point of putting your lips on mine?"

"It—" Ijekiel stuttered out. "— it is an act to show one's affection for another but Mister Fairy, you can't do it with anyone else."

"Why not?"

"It's... I want it to be something just between us."

Idris, who had began to doze of after lying beside Ijekiel, hummed in thought. "If that is what you want in return, this one—" a yawn escaped the magician's lips. "— this one shall comply."

Uttering those last words, Idris fell into deep slumber.

Ijekiel, who was still staring at Idris in the face, couldn't help but bury his face in the magician's chest. "Idris..." his weak voice muttered. "... please don't ever leave me."

If that day ever comes, Ijekiel wouldn't know how he should be living.

I just want to be by your side.

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Gold eyes fluttered open when the bedsheets rustled in the early morning. "... Idris?"

"Sleep," the magician whispered. "You'll see this one later, child. Rest some more." Ijekiel wanted to get up but a hand gently pushed him back down. A wave of freshness overcame his senses and in an instant, the youth fell back into slumber.

Idris himself didn't remove the hand he used to push Ijekiel by the shoulders. Instead, it lingered for a while before he pulled it back to his side. His ruby eyes stared at the youth's sleeping face, a smile curving on his lips.

Snapping his fingers, Idris disappeared in a flurry of snowflakes.

The magician reappeared at Emerald Palace's garden. He planned on eating breakfast first before going to his room but the out of it Idris screeched in fright when something grabbed his shoulder. "Lord Idris—" a familiar voice called out his name. "— I've been searching for you since before the sun rose!"

Octavius cried crocodile tears as he shamelessly clung onto the magician's arm. "Didn't you order me to wake you up for today's agenda?!"

A drop of sweat slid down Idri's cheek as he patted the knight on the head with his other hand. "This one apologizes, Octi. It... slipped this one's mind." The pitiful knight sniffed and released the magician's arm. "I have already asked the maids to prepare a bath for you as well as the ornaments you have asked for, Lord Idris."

Seeing him sniff like a child and still doing what he was supposed to, the corner of Idris' lips twitched. The knight acted like a toddler in his eyes. "Lead the way."

"Yes, Lord Idris!"

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Grand music filled the air, two pairs of tapping feet resounded in the hall as father and daughter danced like graceful swans. All eyes were on them, attention fixated on their movements and otherworldly beauty. The opening dance of the Emperor and the princess ended with both courteously bowing to each other.