Dark Path to Heaven [Demon Romance]

Chapter 21

Chapter Music: "Amnesia" from the otome game "Amnesia: Memories"

"Thanks again for saving my life," I raised my voice just above a whisper.

He turned to look at me, expressionless, "The doctor couldn't do anything. And I had to carry out my responsibilities since you're my student and I was the one to harm you."

"I see. I'm still grateful. It would be a shame if I lost my life." The mere thought of it made me blurt out nonsense. That or the silence between us was making me uncomfortable.

He narrowed his eyes at my last sentence. I wouldn't expect any less from him. "What do you mean by that?" he asked.

I couldn't help but smile at his genuine interest and curiosity, "I love my life too much. I can also hate it though."

"Your hate is related to your reaction towards black magic," he said in a definitive tone.

There was indeed no room for doubt, concerning that. All the negative emotions I felt and that made me vulnerable to this type of magic were caused by my disappointment with life.

"So is this love for life," he continued his train of thought, "also the reason you defended yourself effectively for a while? Does this cause optimism?"

"I guess so. Aren't you familiar with it?"

Beyond doubt, optimism and love for life didn't really seem to suit him. I wouldn't be surprised if he told me he'd never truly felt such a thing.

"Not really," he smirked deviously. "This is why my spells are so effective. As I've told you, I know how to use my dark soul to my advantage."

"Does this mean you have no reason to be alive? Wouldn't you mind dying?"

"I do have a few reasons. One of which is to impose my sense of justice on others."

I sensed that this would be more gruesome than it sounded.

"What do you mean by 'impose'?"

He turned his eyes away from me.

"Are you feeling okay now?" he asked, gazing at the fire again.

I realized that these would be the only answers I would get for the time being and decided not to insist. I was still having a hard time believing that he had taken care of me and discussed some important topics.

"Yes, thank you. I should be going now," I stood up from the bed and got ready to leave.

He stood up as well and walked up to me, "I'll teleport you to your room."

He took my hand and escorted me to my apartment. Although I hadn't been there for a few hours, it seemed like days to me. So much had happened in so little time.

"Make sure you rest," he said in a serious tone, still holding my hand. Why would he do that? Regardless of whether it was on purpose or not, that was definitely some good news. I concentrated all my efforts on behaving naturally, for fear that he would let go. His mere touch was intoxicating, though, and kept me from my goal.

"I will. Thanks," I smiled. Partly for this fact, and partly for his consideration.

His lips curled into a sly grin and I mentally prepared myself for another snarky comment.

"You..." However, he never finished his sentence, leaving me wondering about the rest.

Wasn't it high time he left? Why was he still standing beside me, holding my hand? The more time passed, the faster my heart beats. I tried avoiding his sharp gaze to calm myself down.