Still panting, she called for Lucian. Her small voice was enough to grab his attention.
âHaaâŠÂ Let, let me breathe. Please, I donât have very good lung capacity. Do you have an intention to kill me?â
She shot back in a way, though he could only see a grunt with tears in her eyes.
âIâm sorry, Ray.â
He apologized so quickly whenever he was rude and forceful, Rachel couldnât get any more angry and was just huffing. Rather than being angry, she seemed a little embarrassed.
For the first time in his life, he blamed his finger.
He was amazed at how it could break into her mouth and stir it without hesitation. In addition, how good his lung capacity was, even though he felt dizzy when his lips were clogged a little bit, he did not see any movements at all and did not even make harsh breathing sounds, so it felt as if he had become a strange person.
Lucian then sat down on the sofa and hugged her. Enzo disappeared along with his anxiously soaring heart.
He hugged Rachel tightly as he recalled Enzoâs words. He felt her breathing in his arms, hiding his insecurities.
âI canât get angry all the timeâŠâ
Rachel tapped his hard arm. It was a protest in her own way, but he burst into laughter unknowingly because it was a murmur that was so weak that it was barely felt.
âDonât be angry, Ray.â
âDo you know how painful your lips are? Why do you not know why?â
She continued to grumble with embarrassment, bitterness and complex sentiments. Rather, seeing her like that, Lucian found a sense of stability. With his face resting on the pulsating nape of her neck, he was finally able to close his eyes.
His stiff eyes, which had never been closed by anxiety, were as brilliant gold as usual.
* * *
Oscar dug the ground for nothing and then filled it up again and again. He climbed the mountain behind with Damien, but he got bored.
âAh, Iâm bored.â
â.âŠâ
To Damien who didnât answer, Oscar spoke again.
âAH! Iâm very bored!â
He stood up after tormenting only the pitiful ground. Then, he climbed up the tree lightly, climbed to the top, and looked at the mansion. Sitting well on the thin branch, Oscar pulled a little barrel out of his pocket.
Crinkle-crinkleâ
As he shook the barrel next to his ear, Oscar let out a small sigh as he opened it. He took out small yellow-green colored grains from the barrel and put them in his mouth.
âNow, there are only three left. What do we do?â
Even though it was a small mumble, Damien answered it indifferently.
âSave more, then.â
Oscar was furious at his words.
âHow can I save more here? I mean, I only eat one a day! Why doesnât the Master buy me more melon-flavored candy!â
Damien clicked his tongue in a childlike grunt and flew away. He flew round and round next to Oscar, who was sitting on a branch.
âMaster canât even get out of the mansion right now.â
âI know, that damn brother is blocking her.â
âThen, do you understand why she canât buy you the melon-flavored candy?â
âHey, who says I donât know that?â
Conveying the facts, he was met by the angry Oscar. The thin branches were bent but not broken. Damien, who was watching the scene closely, asked.
âBut, on such a thin branch, how did you get up there?â
âHeh, are you jealous?â
âNo way.â
Oscar sighed deeply when he saw Demian floating in the air, gazing at sorry for the blunt reply.
âYes, how can a bird understand the mind of a land animal? I must understand you.â
Even when Oscar sat down again, the twigs as thin as stalks swayed.
Damienâs pale wooden eyes shone strangely at that sight. It was because he could see Oscarâs magic moving freely in his eyes.
âAnswer me. How did you get up there?â
âItâs the top secret of only the fox shapeshifter. Youâll get hurt, so go away, hawk shapeshifter.â
Oscar waved his hand. However, Damien was persistent.
âTell me.â
âWhy.â
âBecause it might be helpful to the master.â
ââŠWhat?â
At the mention of the master, Oscar jumped up again. Damien asked, confirming that the branches were still intact.
âIs that moving magic?â
âSheesh, why are you asking me when you can see it?â
âBecause what I see is not accurate. Are you moving? ReallyâŠ?â
As Damien persistently questioned, Oscar replied, âBefore that, shouldnât you explain why this is helpful to the master?â
At his reasonable request, Damien spoke up without hesitation.
âBefore, that woman named Cassandra did harm to the Master.â
âWhat? Then, the master collapsed because of that woman?â
âYes. To be precise, Cassandraâs magic was trying to consume the masterâs magic, but it didnât work.â
ââŠConsume magic?â
âI canât judge exactly, though if the masterâs magic died out, she might have lost her body to Cassandra.â
âDamn, itâs trouble from the start.â
Damien asked again to Oscar, who spit out harsh swear words.
âWhat are her real abilities? What powers do they have?â
Shapeshifters didnât talk about their abilities. It was impossible to tell someone who might become an enemy, what their precious weapon was. But, when it comes to Rachel, it was different. That was why Damien was asking such a shameless question.
In any case, the one that was crazier than himself when it involved the Master was Damien.
Because Oscar was born a fox shapeshifter, he could not obey the master as much as he was a falcon who never obeyed. There was only one reason he had Rachel as his master.
Because he liked her.
He just wanted to be by her side. However, did that mean that his master could die?
âŠTo Cassandra.
âMy ability is to amplify or reduce magic. Thatâs why I can focus it or disperse it.â
Damien, who had been listening to Oscar, asked. His face was very serious.
âThen, can you amplify the masterâs magic as well? Conversely, can you reduce Cassandraâs magical power?â
âHmm⊠I canât say for sure because Iâve never done it with someone elseâs magic.â
He said to Oscar, who spoke in a voice that lacked confidence.
âIf not, there is nothing I can do. We have no choice but to find another way.â
Oscar was furious at his words, which sounded harsh and unclean, âI said I couldnât say for sure! I didnât say that I couldnât, you greedy thing!â
âThen, how is it possible? You said you donât know her body.â
âThatâs why Iâm not making chances! Iâm trying to use magic externally too! Hot!â
At that, he kept his mouth shut. Damien looked at him without saying a word and sighed a little.
âYou donât know what kind of power I have. Iâve known your magic power from the moment you showed me. But why hide it?â
ââŠ.This sleazy bastard. If I had known from the beginning, I would say I knew.â
Damien asked Oscar with a slightly different expression than usual.
âIf you can, make it possible.â
âWhat is it, disgusting?â
He uttered jokingly for nothing, but when Damien, who only knew the Master, made a serious request, goosebumps rose all over his body.
âAh, though itâs a ghost that lives just parasitizing its owner, will it cause great harm? Oh, Iâm not saying Iâm not going to help. I am just curious.â
Oscar struggled to remember what the tortoise shifter had said before. What does it mean to say that sometimes non-humans live amongst humansâŠ? If they didnât just live as a parasite on a living human like Cassandra, what kind of non-humans were they talking about?
Damien spoke to him, who shook his head fiercely.
âRemember that rude blonde man before?â
âAh, wouldnât it be cool to eat that piece of garbage?â
Oscar ground his teeth, remembering Noah.
âDid I tell you about the color of his magic power?â
âUh, do you?â
âThe color of magic. He was talking about does not refer to the color of the human body. Exactly, itâs the magic of the soul⊠thatâs why he was able to distinguish the masterâs and that womanâs magical powers.â
âOh, thatâs the magic of the soul.â
Damien looked at him pathetically as he mumbled without thinking. After seeing him, who was not different from usual, Oscar sighed with relief and smiled brightly.
âSuddenly, you felt very strange because you were serious by yourself.â
âHey, you sound like a pathetic guy.â
âWhatâ!â
Damien, who pressed her toes against Oscarâs forehead, as he was about to run away, shouted in an annoyed tone.
âThere are two types of magical powers in Masterâs body. However, at that time, that personâs magic was only one color. Did you understand what I said?â
ââŠOne color? Werenât they two souls?â
âSo, I donât know for sure, but there are two possibilities.â
âWhat is that?â
âOne is that the original soul is eaten by another soul.â
Oscar involuntarily swallowed the melon-flavored candy that was left in his mouth, waiting for Damien to speak.
âThe other is that the masterâs soul is special. It is possible that she was holding on without being eaten by that soul. Still, what if there is no guarantee that it will ever be? So, what can we do?â
Oscar thought for a moment.
The days when the Master disappeared from his side⊠That was more than he thoughtâŠ