Reinhardt himself didnât want to admit it. Valletta glanced at him as he acted like a child.
ââŠâŠI donât want to, Master. Whatâs wrong with you all of a sudden?â
âItâs a birdcage youâve broken yourself. Letâs face it. We canât survive on what we originally had now.â
âItâs only a special situation.â
âIf you donât know, you should find a book and learn how to act your age. This is not something we can do on our own.â
Reinhardt went silent at Vallettaâs words, which were strangely feisty.
Boom!
A flash of lightning ran through the air again. The lightning magic seemed to belong to Ceylon.
Lesir began to surge from the perimeter again.
âSo? What do you want, master?â
âMy feet hurt, I have no energy, and Iâm tired. I want to sleep.â
ââŠâŠ.â
âLetâs go home now.â
Reinhardtâs eyes opened wide. He immediately put more pressure on his folded hands. Valletta lowered her gaze.
âOh, youâre still holding it.â
If itâs like him to be stubborn and not let go, then itâs his job.
Reinhardt kept his mouth shut and glanced at Quilt. The magic stone on the tip of Quiltâs magic wand was flashing. It was evidence that he was ready to use it, only waiting for an order.
âMaster, is that home?â
Valletta paused for a moment, finally realizing what she had said in response to his question. Reinhardt quickly opened his mouth again.
âHow about as long as I donât move out. You and I will be in my room.â
Valletta, her brows furrowed, replied bluntly.
âYes.â
A thin breath exhaled from between Reinhardtâs lips as Valletta replied quietly, and he shrugged.
Reinhardt kept his gaze locked with Vallettaâs, only his lips moving.
âQuilt, move, towerâŠ..â
At that moment, Reinhardt wobbled heavily.
âOh my, âŠâŠ.â
With a low voice that sounded troubled, he collapsed on Valletta like a slow screen. His forehead was hot as he collapsed with his face against her neck.
âHeyâŠâ
Valletta hurriedly grabbed Reinhardtâs hand.
Reinhardtâs fingers were cold. Valletta opened her eyes wide, as if she had finally noticed something strange. Reinhardt had always had a higher body temperature than her. Now, however, he was colder than her, who had always had a low body temperature.
Reinhardtâs face turned strange when he saw Vallettaâs blank face.
âMasterâŠ..did you think you could use the replication technique as well?â
Reinhardtâs voice, laced with laughter, became increasingly slurred. Valletta hurriedly extended her arm toward Reinhardt, who was slowly passing out.
âOhâŠâŠ.â
Reinhardtâs voice was getting fainter and fainter.
Valletta held him tightly around the waist. He was still one head taller than her, and there was no way Vallettaâs weak arms could hold him.
âIâm sorry, Master.â
With a low voice, Reinhardt closed his eyes. Vallettaâs pupils dilated and shook violently, unable to get any larger.
Her face hardened as she watched Reinhardt lose consciousness and slipped from her grasp. She hurriedly sat down and put her hand on his forehead. His forehead was hot.
âLord!â
Valletta, who had sat down on the ground with him so he wouldnât fall, lowered her forehead. Her eyes sank coldly as she watched him bleeding with a blank face.
âYou never get tired of it, do you?â
âEveryone has greed. Iâve been here long enough to experience it, so how could I not know? It didnât matter where in the world we fought or who did something dirty, as long as it wasnât my business. I thought it would be. Thatâs how it has always been. But what the hellâŠâŠ.â
âWhy do you touch us when weâre sitting still?â
If it was a sin to be born with the ability, it was up to them to use it to the best of their ability. And the reason why Reinhardt was like this was because he was holding back.
âMiss Valletta, it would be better to go back to the Magic Tower for now.â
âYou canât use healing magic, so it wonât help.â
She spoke in a low voice as she watched Quilt and Ceylon approach and take Reinhardtâs body.
âJin.â
<Human, what is it?>
Jin, who had been hiding in Vallettaâs robe, appeared.
âKill all living and moving corpses.â
At the cold voice, Quilt and Ceylonâs eyes opened wide. Her voice, always so heartless, could not be this cold.
<This one too?>
Jin pointed at Zenith, who kept getting up without dying even after being struck twice by lightning.
Valletta stood up, answered indifferently.
âYes.â
<Youâre finally letting me do something that looks like work. By the way, it looks like It wonât die easilyâŠ..>
âWhat are you worried about? Youâre the wind. You can tear the whole body apart.â
The reply was in a voice as light as the wind. Jin looked very satisfied and flapped his wings wide as he grew his fist-sized body to its original size.
âMiss VallettaâŠ.â
âYes.â
Valletta answered Ceylonâs call with the same voice as always. Her violet eyes were not as quiet as usual. Ceylon was silent for a moment, then shook his head.
Valletta lightly dug the wound on her hand that was created by the removal of Reinhardtâs blade. Red fresh blood came out of the wound again, which had stopped to some extent, and it cracked open. The fact that she was doing all of this with no expression made her look like someone else.
âIs this enough blood?â
<Of course. We have a deal.>
Valletta clenched her fist and held it out, and the gently approaching wind drained enough blood from her palm enough to make a fist-sized ball.
Jin opened his mouth wide and put it in his mouth, then quickly flew up into the air.
âTry to keep a low profile.â
Jin glanced at Valletta then took off straight up into the sky. Jin disappeared at an invisible speed and soon disappeared into the dark clouds.
âYou can leave when youâre done, Jin.â
<What about you?>
Jinâs voice echoed in Vallettaâs head, even though she couldnât see him.
âIâll call you again next time.â
<Youâre a tough partner in dealing with spirits.>
And yet Jin didnât add a word.
Boom!
There was a distant rumble of thunder. Valletta glanced at Reinhardt, who was held in Quiltâs arms, and approached them.
âLetâs go to the tower.â
âYes.â
As soon as Ceylon took his magic wand and chanted a spell, a magic circle was formed on the side where he stepped in. Seeing that Lagris and Gillian were not coming this way, it seemed that they must have been stranded or had some unexpected accident.
Whoosh~
A dashing wind blew across her spine. Vallettaâs lips were drawn with a slight even tip as she quickly realized what measures Jin had taken.
The sky had turned black, and from a distance a small tornado growing in size. The closer it got to the village, the more massive the tornado became, gradually increasing in size as it swallowed everything in its vicinity.
âThatâsâŠ..â
ââŠâŠ.â
Quilt and Ceylonâs eyes opened wide.
Creak!
The wind blew, and the old door, which could not be closed while running away, began to shake. The sound of scratching ears was loud, as if the oil had not been applied properly.
Crunch, crunch, crunch.
The roof of the hut was blown off, and the trees quickly tumbled into the waste garbage less than the scraps of paper. When it began to swallow the entrance to the village, Valletta took a step toward Ceylon and Quilt.
âYouâre not going?â
âOh, no, Iâm going.â
Ceylon glanced at Vallettaâs face. Despite the huge typhoon looming in front of them, there was not the slightest change in her expression, despite its intimidation.
âMove.â
Using the magic power stored in his magic wand, Ceylon spat out the starting words, and in a flash, their view changed. In the blink of an eye, they were just below the sky island. The chilly wind completely disappeared.
Ceylon used his magic once more. When they reached the sky island, Valletta relaxed her tense body and looked at Reinhardt.
Reinhardt was still breathing heavily. Of course, the blood hadnât stopped yet. The body temperature of his fingers felt even colder than before. Vallettaâs expression hardened at this fact.
âCaspellius!â
Valletta, who had been staring at Reinhardt for a while, unusually raised her voice. At the same time, Caspellius appeared in front of her. It wasnât only Caspellius who appeared. The wizards showed their faces as well, as if they had heard a fuss.
âSokor?â
âWhy is Lord of the Magic Tower lying down?
âWhatâs going on?â
âIsnât that Sokor?â
Vallettaâs face turned grim at the sound of rustling behind her. She glared at them and approached Caspellius.
âMove him into the room for a moment. And you can solve this too, right?â
She said, tugging on Caspelliusâ wrist. Caspellius opened his eyes slightly wide at the touch of her coming to him without hesitation.
He cautiously brought his face close to Vallettaâs neck and looked at the choker on her neck.
âIf there is a seal, I must check it. However, if it is alchemy, I wonât be of much help.â
The voice was still the same, with a hint of iron in it. Valletta kept one hand on Reinhardtâs hand and on Caspelliusâ scarred hand with the other.
Caspelliusâ shoulders shook when the person he had expected to lift a finger a little, instead held his hand firmly. He looked at Valletta with another strange look and immediately hit the floor with the magic wand he always carried. The field of vision flipped again along with the magic circle.
âPut him here.â
ââŠâŠ on the floor?â
âIn case youâre wondering, right now, the floor is fine.â
Even though Quilt looked uncomfortable, he meekly lowered himself and laid Reinhardt down on the floor. At the same time, Valletta climbed on top of Reinhardt.
âVa, Valletta?â
Ceylon called her with a panicked expression.
Without any hesitation, she opened her legs and sat down along Reinhardtâs thighs and began to peel off Reinhardtâs robe.
âLady Valletta, we will do itâŠ.â
âNo. Is there any wizard among you who can use recovery magic? Or potions. Anything that can stop the blood?â
Even as she continued to shoot questions like a rapid-fire cannon, she didnât stop her hands from undressing Reinhardt. As if she remembered something, she opened her bag and took out the sleeping Snorta from inside and carefully set it down. Then she searched through the bag and pulled out a small dagger that was well wrapped in the case.