"Woman… Do… you… hate… me?" he asks, scrutiny in his eyes.
"W—why would I hate you?" I respond, as soon as he allows my feet to touch the ground and I can breathe a little bit.
"Are you human?"
"Yes."
"Then do you hate me?" he repeats.
"I said I don't! Rather, do you hate me?"
He pauses, and then a smirk appears on his lips. "Ah! I know now. You are a hundred years villainess. We don't hate each other and both of us are humans. Perfect!" he exclaims.
Finally, he lets go of me and I hit the ground with a thud, while he celebrates by himself.
I take in oxygen as I look down at myself. I realize that my major injury has been healed. The gaping wound in my stomach is now just a faint scar. But I still feel weak and drained.
"You took all my magic," I point out, trying to stand up but failing miserably. My magic has been siphoned off. I never felt this drained before, to the point that I can no longer move.
