The two-headed dog is a divine spirit. I don't feel anything different about it; it's just a simple two-headed dog. I looked at Noelle and asked her, "Why do you think Bokchi is a divine spirit? I don't see anything peculiar about them." She looked at me and looked down. "Really? The information that was given to me defined what the divine spirit looked like: a black two-headed dog that carries a dark aura around them, and when you see them start running, they don't hurt people unless you provoke them first." She looked at the scary dog, and I told her, "I don't see any dark auras in them." I petted the cute pups, and their heads relaxed on my lap. She looked warily, but she still sat back down and sighed.
Then Noelle and I finished our conversation. She finished the snacks on the table, and I barely touched the food on my plate, thinking of how I was going to see Christian. She looked at me and stayed quiet, then she asked me, "Where have you met Shadha?" I looked at her, then at my half-empty cup of tea, and replied, "In the manor on the northern coast, he used the portal located in the library, and the dog just suddenly appeared there."
On the northern coast, near the demon lord castle, he is waiting for the love of his life. I felt the slap of being single all the way from here. Am I not qualified to have a stable relationship? I looked at Noelle. She looked down, thinking about something. I asked her, "Do you think I'm unstable?" She looked at me, and I could see her face 'uninterested' plastered on them. She replied, "You just realized that?" I looked at my half-eaten cake and thought, That was close. I almost threw the plate of cake in her face. She stood up and thanked me for the snacks she inhaled; she probably hadn't eaten dinner yet and directly went here; she had eaten here, so I went up to her escort and suggested serving her some warm egg drop soup when she got home 'its her favorite soup'. It could help her warm her stomach. She went back, and I waited there outside the gate. Christian hadn't arrived yet.
Since I don't feel any colds, I couldn't even get sick. I sat by the gate with the two-headed dog. I told Rhian before that I was going to wait for him here. She was hesitant at first, but when she saw my face, she agreed. What was my expression before that made her look at me like that? I thought, as I hugged the two-headed dog for comfort, It's still nerve-wracking waiting for that ice cube prince. I still don't know how to feel about him—should I be mad or just accept him? I know what I want is for him to tell me the truth, but is he fine with that? He lied not to worry me, but it makes me worry more. ' Ahh! My heart is giving me contractions'. I was panicking. Bokchi gave my face a lick. I look at the night sky and contemplate why I am in this position: 'A divine spirit? Isn't this just a mutt?' I wiped my face full of slobber. Sometimes Bokchi forgets he is the size of a dire wolf. I felt the gust of the wind, and I saw the teleport carvings on the floor lit up. Really fancy. There's a pavement at the side of these teleport carvings. I haven't noticed them; they're well hidden unless they light up when being used. I saw three people show up: Christian, Ulysses, and one more person I'm familiar with but don't know his name. It's Letlicia who's been involved in my accident. He glanced at me, froze, and looked away. I thought 'Am I that scary?'.
I sat there while he walked towards me. The two men walked inside the manor; he looked fresh, not like those people who, when coming back home, look like they just went to face a hurricane; every part of their outfit just looks disheveled. But he looks like he just strolled down the park. His brown hair stood out in contrast to the blue robe he wore. I looked up to him. He knelt down to meet my eye level. He said, "You will get sick if you stay here." I looked at him, then looked down and bit my lips. How can you say them? I still hugged the dog; maybe it helped to cover my face. I was contemplating my decisions when he saw the two-headed dog but didn't ask me any questions. I heard Bokchi growl; I don't know why it would growl. Then I realized about the demonic lord's aura that it could probably feel it; animals tend to be sensitive to them, and I patted it in comfort. He stood up and then heard him say, "Let's go back inside and tell me what you want to say."
I stood up but didn't move, then looked at him and said, "When are you going to tell me about becoming the demon lord?" Then I heard a gasp sound by the bush. I paused and looked at the location where it sounded, and I thought, 'This rats!' I chased after it to let off some steam because I was happy they sent themselves to damnation. A black-robbed individual showed up. I can see it's a mage that could use invisibility magic—just distortion in the eyes, an illusion magic. I use my plant spirit to help me locate him. He could get out anyway; the trees are all me. I chased after him, opening the path for him to go where I wanted him. I could feel I wasn't alone. 'Letlicia has arrived.' I tripped and ran up to him, holding a fist, cracking my fingers and neck, then told him, "Your presence gives me so much joy; I can finally have some nice relaxation." I smiled with glee. The mage looked at me like a scaredy cat, all of its fur raised up like a puffball. It is howling as I apply some cute blush and eyeshadow to him. I was having the time of my life, laughing like a villanous witch.
The Letlicia didn't try to stop me, so I continued, hearing the painful groans and the mumbling. I continued anyway, my sanity starting to wander off. I didn't feel pain in my fingers, but I could see blood starting to come out of my torn knuckles. It was giving me signs to stop, but my heart just wanted to shout, 'wanting to feel something.' I was about to hit him again when I felt a hand grip my wrist. He said, "Stop; you'll hurt yourself." I looked at him, and Christian held my wrist. I tried to pull it out, but it was tight. I told him, "Let go," and pulled it again to no use. I shouted, "Let go of me!" Christian lets go when he sees my face. I feel my face, and there are wet spots. 'tears?' Christian whistled, and all of the gaze I felt before disappeared. He looked at me and said, "Let's go back; I'm going to tell you everything this time." He tried to reach his hands over to me, but I didn't take them. I looked at him and said, "Why haven't you told me in the first place?" He looked at me and frowned, then said, "I just couldn't say them; it's too dangerous to know." I looked at him and said, "Did you think I wouldn't know that? Don't take me for a dumb person, and I don't care who you tell them to, but to the person you lived with and that you confessed to as—your everything."