"N-n-n-n-no! You shall be free, Wallace. Be the free spirit that you want to be!"
"I changed my goals, Anasthasia. The only thing I could think of and motivate me is to serve you. Please, allow me to fulfill my utmost desire."
Wallace never moved an inch, and he forwarded his cupped hands to her.
She jerked away, screaming, "You don't have to do that!" Anasthasia took the opportunity to reach his back.
"No, don't heal me!"
"Why?!"
"I can do fine without them—"
"Foolish angel! I'm not that even proficient with healing but at least let me put them back on you in one piece!" He shifted sideways and blocked her attempts.
"I said no!" he growled, "Moreover, I don't want this as it reminds me of my disgraceful identity."
A loud slap resounded in the air.
He was speechless, and the spectators, like them, gaped in astonishment. Anasthasia covered her beet-red face.
