The Warlock's Azalea (EDITING) ✔

Chapter 2.2 - The Other Dimension

Chapter 2 – The Other Dimension

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"I'll go."

For a moment, a fly might've entered the man's open mouth, but he had it shut before any insect closed in.

"Don't.. you have to prepare for anything—to think about your life here? What about your family and friends?" Her eyes squinted. "Time there is slower than here—you'd lose time to spend here-" He stopped talking and cut himself off.

Keir stood and walked towards a shelf beside the tiny television. To think she only had one book in there that she had more than necessary interest in...

She could always go to the library or buy new books to read once she's got a stable job. Even that won't be too hard with her marks.

She reached out to it and stopped for a moment before her fingertips made contact with the side of the pocketbook; it was dusty.

'A Fantasy With You.'

Keir took her hands back and turned around, only to meet the eyes of another person. He probably watched her small moment of reconnection with an object.

The tiny space with the worn-out couch in front of an old television sitting on a chair pulled out from the single-wall kitchen, leaving only one there. An old rose carpet tattered with dirt and dust in the middle of the room. And a big pile of boxes filled with books, folders, necessities, and clothes gathered everywhere around the beige and brown apartment room.

Keir shrugged when her eyes landed back on his after wandering the place. "I just got all my things back from the dorms earlier today."

"I see."

She walked towards him, her hand cupping the knob of the door beside him. "I'll go change into something.. less modern or contemporary." It doesn't matter if he knows what that means.

He seemed to be wearing something of medieval attire from what Keir caught. She should change into something that would not stand out too much, then?

"Please prepare our method of transportation."

He didn't answer, but she closed the door behind her to get ready.

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To wake up without remembering who and where your parents were and find only yourself in a place without anybody—Keir didn't seem to mind.

The old lady was enough. She provided Keir an apartment room rent-free and always cared for her for as long as Keir could remember.

Although Mary acted strangely on several occasions, she still gave her money for school, food to eat, and clothes to wear.

It might be the abandonment from her so-called parents, as it wasn't a lack of affection and connection—but Keir shed no tear, let alone change out of her blank expression and day-to-day routines when Mary passed away.

The only thing that changed for Keir was the apartment room. Mary's daughter, who succeeded in the ownership of the building, promised to support Keir's finances, but she had to stay in the worst room in the building since she's not paying rent anyway.

Keir slipped in slim blue harem pants, topping them with brown combat boots that sat in the deep roots of her closet since that one time she used them in her first year in university.

All she did aside from eating and sleeping was study, go to the library to study some more, and clean occasionally. A singular goal—only that, and she had nothing else to strive for.

Succeed in the business industry.

But, there could be something more interesting than that—so maybe that one something had arrived.