Ailith lay motionless on the sofa, her once lively eyes now streaming blood. The crimson liquid flowed from her ears and nose, creating a haunting scene that sent shivers down my spine. It was as though she had encountered something beyond the comprehension of mere mortals, an experience that left her feeling unworthy and unprepared to receive the message I had intended to convey. Panic surged through me as I witnessed her condition.
Questions raced through my mind, each one filled with dread:
"What has happened to her?"
"How did this occur?"
"Am I responsible for her suffering?"
Blood continued to drip from her body, staining the white sheet on the sofa with a deep, unsettling hue. The sight of her silver eye trembling, on the verge of popping out, sent shockwaves of fear pulsing through me. I couldn't comprehend the magnitude of my actions and the repercussions they had unleashed.
Regret etched itself onto my face as I approached Ailith, determined to understand what had gone wrong. With swift movements, I gently grasped her neck, checking her pulse for any irregularities. Surprisingly, her pulse remained normal by human standards.
Examining her lips, I cautiously opened her mouth, revealing a pink tongue. Her body appeared unharmed, devoid of any signs of blueness or injury. This ruled out the possibility of poison as the cause of her condition.
My heart raced as I considered my options. In an attempt to reawaken her, I decided to administer CPR as a precautionary measure.
"I should give her CPR just in case," I thought to myself.
Bringing my mouth close to hers, I inched closer until the distance between our lips slowly disappeared. With a gentle touch, I placed my lips on hers, feeling a rush of sensations overwhelm me. It was as if time stood still, and at that moment, I was captivated by the taste that lingered on her lips. However, I soon forgot why I was doing this.
Her lips, soft and delicate, tasted like cherries - a sweet and enticing flavour that danced on my tongue. It was a sensation that I couldn't get enough of, a deliciousness that surpassed any other dish in the world. But there was something more, something that added an unexpected twist to this extraordinary experience.
As I continued to savour the taste, I became aware of another sensation - a subtle hint of her blood mingling with the cherry flavour. It was an element that added a unique intensity, like an exquisite seasoning that elevated the dish. The combination of her cherry-flavoured lips and the essence of her blood created a symphony of flavours that enthralled my senses.
"No, it's not the time for that," I thought to myself, snapping out of my stupor. I closed her nose and filled her lungs with air, but nothing happened; neither her condition improved nor became critical.
Moving on, I stood up and laid her body on the ground . Putting both hands on her chest, I felt her soft bosom - the comfy feeling was addictive. I was tempted to squeeze them, but right now, I am a lifesaver. I couldn't have these thoughts, but my bipolar personality was thinking of something else. I suppressed it deeply.
Applying force on her chest, I gave her heart a chance to kickstart, but nothing happened. It was like there was no biological problem. Then suddenly, a thought took hold of me.
"Is that related to mana?"
I closed my eyes, attempting to sense the mana within Ailith's body. As I focused my attention on her figure, I observed with astonishment that her body was overflowing with sparkling mana particles and intricate runic symbols. These runic symbols, rather than simply transferring my thoughts, seemed to be causing chaos among the mana particles they contained. The power of my thoughts appeared overwhelming, too much for a being of her status to comprehend.
Confusion gripped me as I questioned myself, "Wait! How am I capable of thinking in such a way? I am human, after all."
Regardless, I knew I had to expel the disruptive mana particles from her body. But wait, it wasn't the mana particles causing the conflict; it was the runic symbols that had entered her body. They seemed engaged in a fierce battle with her mana, suppressing and overpowering it. Her mana, on the other hand, fought back desperately against these intrusive symbols.
"Now I understand the problem. It lies with these runic symbols that transfer my messages to her," I realized. There was something peculiar about them.
'I'll Be seeing a dead witch! '
This realization brought to mind that this would be the first time I would witness the death of a witch up close.
"Wow! I am about to witness the death of a witch, and a princess at that!" I chuckled softly, but the darker desires within me were activated by this revelation. Internally, in a mix of surprise and excitement, I exclaimed, "A freaking princess! I will bear witness to the death of a witch princess!"
Laughter erupted within me, a twisted satisfaction in the face of these events. It felt as if I was watching a spectacle, finding amusement in the situation. However, a sudden realization struck me, causing my thought process to shift once again: "What... She is a princess! What if the witches discover that I am the reason their princess perished?"
Trying to justify my actions, my dark desires took hold, leading me to think, "She has been abandoned; nobody will care about her." But a contradicting thought emerged, reminding me, "No, they will care. After all, she is a princess. They would have dispatched a guard for her."
I pondered further, recalling my knowledge from the novel, "If my understanding of the anime I watched is correct, there should be a life-saving artefact attached to her that will notify the Witch Empire about her condition."
"And she possesses that spell too! The one that activated when I attempted to sense her heavenly assets," I thought.
The fear of potential revenge from the witches loomed over me, but my thoughts attempted to reassure me, "So what if they come for me? They too will meet their demise at my hands."
However, deep down, I acknowledged the difficulty of such a fight, as I only possessed a very basic knowledge of magic. But the thought of confronting and eliminating a group of seductive witches enticed me, imagining the thrill I would experience as I relished in their screams. It was through such an act that I hoped to uncover the reason behind the atrocities Alena had endured.
Internally, unstoppable laughter consumed me, my lips reaching my ears, my red glowing eye never ceasing, and my hand still attempting to give CPR to Ailith. "Hahahaha! Finally, I will discover why they were laughing!"
As I focused on my thoughts, terror overcame me. This situation had occurred in the past, leaving me with haunting memories. I could feel my grip on sanity teetering on the brink of collapse. Laughing internally, I beheld the bleeding figure of Ailith, perceiving the blood as if it were jewellery adorning her. "Hahaha! She looks like a clown, her belly filled with air!"
Uncontrollable laughter engulfed me, finding everything utterly amusing. "Hahaha! She is like a human doll. No, a living witch doll," I chuckled
Suddenly, a slap sound echoed in the room as my hand forcefully made contact with my face. The impact reverberated through the air, and in an instant, I punched my mouth, causing blood to escape and droplets of crimson to fly into the air.
The intensity of the events escalated, and amid the chaand os, conflicting thoughts raced through my mind. "No! I have to save her," I desperately urged myself. However, another voice countered, "No, she is as good as a dead doll."
Laughter bubbled up within me, uncontrollable and maniacal. "Hahaha! It's funny... her figure is funny," I exclaimed, still finding twisted amusement in the situation. But then doubt crept in, and I pondered, "Noo! What can I do to save her?"
But before addressing that question, I needed to resolve a more pressing matter - how could I bring myself out of this dark state? As I searched for a solution, my eyes landed on the flute that lay beside me.
My mind recalled its effectiveness in the past, offering a glimmer of hope that it might work once again. Without hesitation, I grabbed hold of the flute and placed it against my lips, taking a deep breath. The haunting sound of a struggling and depressed melody filled the room, as I desperately tried to recenter my focus on Ailith's fragile form.
The room was heavy with tension as I sent forth my intent towards the runic symbol embedded within her body. The ancient symbols pulsed with energy, and I strained to gain control over them. Every movement of the runic symbols sent ripples through the air as if the fabric of reality itself trembled under the weight of my unwavering determination.
Yet, as I pushed harder to guide the runic symbols and heal Ailith, a sharp cough escaped her lips, forcefully interrupting the sombre atmosphere. The sound cut through the silence like a piercing blade, and blood stained her lips, deepening the concern within my heart. Ailith's condition deteriorated before me, plunging me into a growing sense of panic.
The runic symbols resisted my attempts to control them, slipping through my grasp like elusive water. But amid my rising panic, a twisted smile formed on my face, and I couldn't help but laugh internally, consumed by a grim satisfaction.
"Hahahahahahaahaahahhah!!! Satisfying!" I exclaimed, my dark desires momentarily getting the better of me.