𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐖𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞? | Under Editing |

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— 𝕴𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖉𝖎𝖊, 𝖎'𝖑𝖑 𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖆𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖗.

 He moved away from the human, who's eyes were open in shock and his mouth was half open. — Just as it was said in the words in which we quote.

— So... We're not just connected in spirit?

— Yes.

— . . .

Benjamin arched one of his eyebrows, watching his master think silently. He may have sensed his master's nervousness from the mark on his neck. But something beyond that made him identify him. He looks at his hand thoughtfully.

So he still had one of his abilities... 

After the "accident" with Clara, he noticed that he could hear the girl's pulse as if it were his own. And now the same thing happened to the blue one in front of him... But why isn't that the same for others? Opera was behind him, he could have heard his heartbeat. So why didn't it happen?

A powerful sound rumbles through the air, 1-2-3-4... 7-8... Eight times the mansion's vintage clock rang. Signaling at 8:00 pm.

Iruma said goodbye to his demon, wishing him good night before heading towards his own room. Leaving him alone with his thoughts.

It was past midnight when Benjamin got up. Being awake all this time. He never got to sleep, never needed to when he was in that hell. Even because you couldn't even imagine how time passed, whether it was night or day. The only source of light was from the malfunctioning lighting of the lamps.

Tossing and turning on the bed, he finally got frustrated and decided to walk around the room. Habits don't die early. Wandering around the room, exploring every corner and behind furniture.

Even he knelt down to look under the bed. No matter what, he had to do something. He couldn't stand to be still. Over time, he grew tired of his room.

And despite his stubbornness from before, he left his room to explore the mansion as he always had every night before.

His steps echoed in the infinite corridors of the mansion, he knew every square of the tiles of the entire monument. It was dark, with only moonlight outside the baroque-designed windows. Benjamin didn't care. He thought it was calming, walking around in the dead of night with not a soul showing. Without even a sound to disturb the peace.

He was barefoot, not minding the icy ground for the night. He ran his slender fingers over the mansion's dark wall, feeling its texture. He was distracted when he saw a dim light coming ahead. It was Opera, who was walking around the mansion with a lighted candle in her hand.
— Once again we meet here, Benjamin-dono. — He said politely. — It is what it appears to be. — The brunette replied. — Sullivan-sama demands your presence in his office. — A sigh comes out of the ink demon. Here we go...

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