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C13: as cold as winter

C13: as cold as winter

Startled by their shouts, Athanasia threw them a stupefied look. "What has gotten into the both of you?"

Ijekiel puffed his cheeks out before he shamelessly walked behind Idris, arms snaking around the magician's chest from behind. "Sir Lucas, you mustn't take a bath together with Idris."

A sneer appeared on the ravenet's face, a teasing light flashing through his dark red eyes. "What if I insist that I do?"

"I still refuse!"

Cold yet tender hand patted Ijekiel's face. "Alright, child," started Idris who seemed a little bit defeated. "Who said this one would ever take a bath with such a disobedient brat?"

For some reason, watching Idris treat Ijekiel so tenderly reminded Athanasia and Lucas the taste of sweetness. It disgusted Lucas, causing him to make a face, while Athanasia felt like she had taken a mouthful of sugar with how sweet they were being.

I might get cavities if I watch Idris act so sweet towards Ijekiel.

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When the night sky resembled a blanket of ink, where no stars burned nor a bright moon illuminated that sea of darkness, a certain man stood on the highest building with an anxious expression. The palms of his hands had four wounds each; each palm bleeding profusely as his nails dug into them.

"Stupid. Didn't I tell you it'd be useless even if you try and do something? That magician seems more powerful than you are."

"Shut up," hissed Carax-otherwise known as Aeternitas-and glowered at empty space. "And haven't I told you before? You wouldn't be able to understand this obsession of mine. If you were able to experience what I have experienced, I'm sure you wouldn't be able to help yourself either."

"I'm not as twisted as you."

"Why not settle things once and for all? If you were to spend time with him, I'm sure you'll see why I'm doing this. If it's just you, I'm certain he wouldn't be as repulsed."

"... you're kidding, right?"

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"Ijekiel, Sir Magician?"

Jennette blinked the moment she stepped into the garden. Not long ago, she had gotten permission from her Uncle Roger to go outside. But of course, she needed Ijekiel to accompany her since it wouldn't be appropriate for her to head out without an escort.

She had always known Ijekiel to be introverted, rarely spending time with others unless necessary. Often times, he would rather spend his days inside his room or his own study. However, this time, she stumbled upon him spending time with a person she had only ever seen at the Debutante Ball.

He called himself a magician of Khione-Idris Drayce.

At that time, she associated him with a fairy. Grace filled his gait when he showed up at the ball, that confident smile painting his lips made him appear majestic and noble. Shoulder-length icy blue strands of hair reminded her of winter described in books.

When he appeared, there was a certain coldness inside the ballroom. Despite the layer of clothes she wore, the cold seeped into her bones; shivers crawling through her skin. Even though she had been quite a distance away from him, the chilling air reached her.

Her first impression of him was that he was a fairy with unparalleled beauty. Whether it was his face, skin, or hair; if there was a personification for the word beauty, Jennette thought that it would be Idris.