"That was fun!" It was the first thing Monica said once everything had settled down, and those words made Blake express what he was feeling.
"Of course not! I felt my hand detach from my arm!"
"Oh come on, don't be a baby." Blake decided to try to ignore her, and seeing the small wound that was left, an idea occurred to him at that moment.
"Cure." And in that instant, a clear green light came out of Blake's good hand and approached the wound, after a few seconds passed and the small marks had completely disappeared. "Like new."
"Woaahh! Can you use magic?! It's amazing!" At that moment, Blake could see how Monica was now acting like a little girl while she was amazed at what had just happened.
"Hehe, so you like magic."
"Of course! I can't wait to use it!... But Shara said I have to wait several more years to start learning magic."
"I see, if you want, I can teach you to use it when the time comes."
"Really?!" Blake could see a dazzling glitter and stars form in Monica's eyes after saying that to her. You could see with the naked eye that the little girl had lowered her defenses and left behind that defiant attitude showing her true way of being, and Blake only smiled at the joy she showed, but suddenly, her attitude took a 180 turn again degrees. "Wait! I get it! You weren't a thief!"
"It seems that you finally understood..."
"You're one of those perverts that Shara said I shouldn't approach!" And just hearing that, Blake was quick to react.
"What?!"
"Yes. Shara told me that they try to lure the girls with promises or candy and then kidnap them. I'm sure you're one of those!"
"Wait, I'm not a pervert...!" But as soon as that came out of his mouth, Blake couldn't finish as Monica had let out a scream that almost broke his eardrums.
"Help, a pervert wants to kidnap me!!"
"Hey! I'm nothing like that! Stop yelling!" But it was useless, the little girl would not stop and Blake began to worry, not because he was a pervert, but because anyone could misinterpret the situation.
Not knowing what else to do, Blake took Monica in her arms and covered her mouth with her hand to reassure her and start again to explain how things were, but knowing her fate, everything would end badly.
"Baaamm!!" The next second after hearing that sound, Blake fell unconscious to the ground while the only thing he could see was Shara with a frying pan in her hands.
...
After a few minutes and the situation calmed down, and Blake began to slowly open his eyes.
"Blake! Luckily, I thought I would have to take you to Marjorie."
"Huh? Shara? Where am I?"
"You are in my house. Sorry for hitting you, I only heard Monica's scream and I didn't stop to see the situation, but look on the bright side, this time you didn't lose your memory, hehe."
"Haha..." 'I think I should get used to that kind of joke.' In that instant, Blake realized that his head was very comfortable, in addition to how close he was to Shara, so he was aware of where he was and he started to get nervous. "S-Shara, W-Why am I...?"
Without delaying a second, Shara realized what he wanted to say and she started to get nervous too.
"W-Well, it was my fault, I couldn't leave you like this on the floor... So I put your head on my lap so you would be comfortable, hehe."
"Well... I must say that is really comfortable..." 'Although I actually believe that, if a person who is unconscious on the ground, you should not move his head for any reason.' To avoid some other misunderstanding, Blake did not stay long in that position and got up quickly, he turned to help Shara to stand up, but as soon as he saw her, he was a little worried when he saw that she did not stop shaking. "Shara, what is it?"
"I... I can't move my legs." Then Blake understood what was happening, it was normal that that happened if he really was all that time on her knees.
"It looks like your legs are numb, I'm sorry about that."
"Blake... Help me."
"Huh? Shara?" The little confusion that Blake was experiencing was due to Shara's strange way of acting at the time, despite how obvious it was that she still couldn't stand up on her own, she seemed as if at any moment was going to burst into tears as a look of help was on her face.
"I don't want to feel it! I don't want to, that tingling is unbearable! help me, Blake!" The situation was already strange, Blake did not know what to do, it was obvious that sooner or later Shara would have to move again and her blood would return to her legs generating the sensation that she seemed to hate.
It only occurred to Blake to convince her that it would last a moment, while Shara seemed to be shedding little tears of despair. Perhaps the plan would have gone well, but the situation was again misinterpreted by a small orange figure carrying an ice pack in her hands.
"What are you doing to my sister?!!"
"Baaaaamm!!"
"Gaaahh!" This time it was not a frying pan, but there was not much difference between one and the assault of that little girl who seemed to be made of steel, Blake had no chance to dodge and fell back to the ground, at the same time due to the recoil, Monica fell heavily onto her beloved sister's thighs, causing the inevitable to happen just then.
"No, I'm not...! Hahaha! It's horrible... Hahahahaha!!, Someone help me!... Hahahahahahaha!!!" A laugh of despair was what surely all the town managed to hear that night and that would be something difficult to forget.