Because of the pain, Lucien accidentally dig his fingers into Aiden's shoulder. He was squeezing his small shoulders, almost right into the bone. Instead of crying out in pain, Aiden protectively wrapped his arms around Lucien's nape.
He let Lucien's forehead lean on his chest. Aiden gritted his teeth. It used to be his wish for Lucien to lean on him like this, to depend on him like now. Aiden has always wanted to protect him, just like what Lucien did back at the church.
Yet now, those dreams are crumbling into dust.
Lucien can no longer differentiate between what's real or fake anymore. He was almost blinded by the haze. His ears are ringing with all those beeps and pings from the system.
[Now commencing, enhancing the host's stimulus to magic.]
[The protagonist is feeling anger because of Old Fe's bad intentions towards the host. Adding +3 for affection level.]
