I used the moment to focus on eating as the TV played in the background.
"SS-Class Hunter Cerys Returns. Her Plans Remain Unclear. Concerns grow over gravitational anomalies, raising fears of larger disasters. Cerys's presence offers reassurance in uncertain times."
And there she was—Cerys, stepping out of the airport in a burgundy dress. Her elegance dominated the screen, even through the broadcast.
But after everything we'd done today, seeing her like this felt surreal. For a moment, I wondered if I should have tried to make her mine.
But reality hit hard. She was a national hero—an SS-class hunter revered by millions.
And me? A D-rank academy student, often ignored.
The fact that we'd shared such intimacy already felt like fiction.
Then my phone buzzed.
Cerys Message came to my phone with an attachment, with her taking a pill.
"Cough!"
"Lucas? Are you okay?" Luna rushed over with water.
