The Overlords Witch {BL}

Chapter 25 - Name

After thinking of many punishments to put the boy through, the thought of boy crying so softly underneath Ares made a large part of that anger disappear. With new resolve, Ares paced forward ready to dish out his punishment but stopped when the servant spoke up with an off-pitch voice

"Is it gone yet"

The witch said completely focused on the girl's hair, "his leg is a bit stuck so please don't move"

The girl screamed and twisted "Please take it out, take it out"

"don't be scared, he won't hurt you he's just a little different and small but he won't hurt you..." the boy went quiet and so did the servant girl, "he's out," the witch said wrapping the eight-legged creature carefully in his hands.

The girl stared carelessly at the boy's expression, she wanted to say something but as soon as she spotted the emperor behind the boy, she quickly tightened her lips and hurried off. The boy seemed not to noticed Ares and after the girl left the boy let out a soft sigh, he walked to an open ledge and left the spider there

"Don't you have any sense of etiquette" Ares spoke up, peering at the boy with a seemingly disinterested eye. Though Ares' tone of speech was harsh he as a matter of fact amused, extremely so.

Following his word's the witch turned his head around with a cautious sense of forthcoming, facing Ares his eyes merely blinked.

Ares noted that his eyes didn't contain the same fear projected from last night but nonetheless there was a wall of weariness, Ares let out a small sigh. "We're going to eat, yes?"

The witch's eyes seemed to glimmer he looked down for a moment at his stomach, he then lifted his head to nod vigorously.

Ares never felt more surprisingly pleased by a non-worded agreement than this moment. "Good," he said already turning his head around, just as he was about to exit the bathhouse he noticed a certain distinguishing feature with the witch attire, or more accurately his lack thereof.

He turned to look around and lost his grin as he did, "clothes", he said in a less than amused tone, immediately after a slightly dishevelled maid scrambled with the attire.  

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At the table food fruits and all sorts of pastries were being placed down before the two, despite feeling the hunger gnaw at him the witch didn't dare reach out. Because despite his stomachs oppositions towards him he didn't feel as though he could swallow anything. After all, that man was sat right across him.

That man whose eyes made his stomach flutter unpleasantly, whose eyes which were the only betraying factor that separated him from a person who made him feel much more different than now. Before he couldn't much make out the difference between him and Dez but now just the eyes alone were enough of a vast difference, one being extremely warm enough to make him sleepy, the other being so cold he could feel his breath shorten before himself.

"What is it? Cat got a hold of your tongue" the man began, "even though you had so much to say yesterday."

He got up and went over to the witch, "It is fine, I forgive your insolent behavior"

"Insolen?" the witch struggled.

"Insolent" Ares curtly interrupted, "when you refused to follow a kings order especially after drinking from a kings hand".

The witch fell into a short confusion, his listlessness only barely translated to his face. After all, he couldn't recall not following orders, specifically after drinking that cruel liquid his memories remain hazy. He was unsure however to mention that figure currently lurking behind him. But in spite of the knot building inside of his throat to decided to anyway.