The following days were somewhat awkward between the two.
Mainly because the other guy had been avoiding himself.
In the academy, Eleazar shrugged as he watched the oncoming Luna-senpai squirm and run away.
Upstairs, Qishi, who saw the scene, clasped his arms and looked as if he was smiling.
Next to her, Sister Fledgling was full of indignation.
"He's wreaking havoc again, Your Highness, won't we stop him!"
"It's a good joke, why should I stop it."
The Holy Maiden's face was full of playfulness, "This is an honorable noble Missy, not those two wanted civilians, children of this class are not something he can just throw away by playing around."
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In the afternoon, Eleazar started running errands for the church again to round up the few time items and ingredients needed to configure the potion.
Recovery of cursed objects that have gone into the hands of the people.
This kind of thing, in the past he wouldn't even look at it, but now the situation was stronger than others, he couldn't even put together half of the ingredients for the entire Time Magic Pill, so he could only be at the mercy of others.
Then Eleazar's chest hitched at the thought of the massive shortfall of three more Legendary Potions behind him.
It was then that he realized the deeper meaning of the Church's crackdown on the Transcendental Coven.
There was no way to trade their useless material for a much-needed one, and those of them, even if they had a little stock hidden away, just couldn't put together a full copy.
This is the equivalent of just forcing them to be active, and the more active they are, the easier it is to leave traces, plus the church likes to put bait everywhere, so you can imagine what happens.
A knife cuts off the trading channels and puts the source firmly in their hands, and those of them who want to live will have to be obedient.
"Ugh, that's just too bossy..."
Thinking for a moment about the loan that was supposedly free to trade, Eleazar wondered if he should take the time to make a trip to that place to check it out.
Then touching the only 5 holy crystals he had on him, he quickly dismissed the idea.
"I don't know where the Sacred Lance has gone either, that guy's pile of Sacred Crystals is a treasure, he fished out three of them at once last time!"
Thinking of the melancholy man with the cigarette in his mouth all day, he suddenly glanced back behind him.
In the evening, in the crowded carriage, a figure with its head bowed turned quickly and pretended to place its luggage.
Eleazar mused for a moment, coming to the figure in the round felt hat.
"Are you going to run away from home?"
Luna, sitting in the third-class seat, averted her gaze and pretended not to recognize him.
Eleazar could only tear her up helplessly.
"Stop it, you're going home."
The girl, who had risen obediently, instantly shook off his hand and sat down again with a puff of air.
Eleazar glanced around at the dumbfounded stares around him and mercilessly extinguished the young men's fantasies of a heroic rescue bridge.
Taking the small, beautifully crafted suitcase down, he took the girl's hand again.
"Get up and go to my place."
This time she obeyed obediently, without a single struggle, dashing all those expectant glances around her.
When they came to the front end of the box and set their bags down, neither of them spoke.
The silence, which lasted until the arrival of the stewardess, was broken.
"Beautiful young lady, your appearance is as beautiful and attractive as the jewel of Silvermoon Harbor, but then again, I still have to ask you to make up your ticket."
Luna craned her head to look out the window, her body not moving as if she had no intention of pulling out any money.
The stewardess had to turn her attention to the man in the box.
Eleazar pulled out his wallet helplessly, "What's the difference?"
The stewardess mused, "Maybe I was being euphemistic, but she didn't buy any tickets at all."
The girl sitting across from him, her gaze out the window, was only slightly reddened at the tips of her ears.
In the end, it was Eleazar who helped her cover the entire fare.
Only after the stewardess closed the door with an ambiguous smile did Luna whisper in a mosquito-like voice:
"I don't have any money~" Eleazar leaned back in her seat and said casually, "Didn't Mr. Count pay you for the tour?"
The atmosphere, which had just eased a little, stiffened again, and Luna kept her mouth tightly shut, not saying a word as she looked out the window.
Eleazar was stunned.
Did you fight with your family and then run away?
You were right about what you just said like a joke.
Eleazar couldn't help but laugh bitterly.
As for the reason for the fight, you can figure it out with your toes.
Heart softening, he got up and sat across the room.
It could be detected that Luna's body subconsciously tightened up.
She didn't move, almost coming to rest against the window wall of the car.
Seeing her defending herself like a flooded beast, Eleazar sulked for a moment, looking for a topic of conversation.
"That's a pretty dragon scale you have there."
Luna's body stiffened at once, slowly twisting her head, her face filled with disbelief, then became red as if it was about to drip blood, and finally her eyebrows shot up and she became irritated.
"You sure did peek after all!!!"
The thought of that place being seen by outsiders felt like lightning had exploded in her head, and she was so angry that she raised her hand and started hitting someone.
"Hooligans! Pervert! Shameless! Shameless!!!"
The Titan's body was knocked 'bang', and there was also a chilling dragon raging in the small space, if it was the previous Witcher, at this moment, he would be beaten without any resistance, with no room for resistance at all.
Eleazar grabbed her wrist helplessly.
"You see now, those things are no fun at all."
He brought the conversation back to the day of the accident.
Luna subconsciously bit her lower lip.
"You... Why did you become that way..."
"I should say, we, why are we in that state."
Understanding that she still retained the memories of that celestial organization, Eleazar sighed and silently explained:
"The Dragon Seed trait in your body is a five-colored dragon, and the Metal Dragon is your mortal enemy, seeing the trait of a rival camp, you awakened your form on the spot to try to destroy the other side, and in the end, the material was put away by me, so you attacked me."
"I, on the other hand, am the Witcher, and dark creatures, fae, monsters, evil sequencers, these are my mortal enemies, and my sequences will compel me to wipe out all of these things, one by one."
"If you don't want to carry it out, something else will carry it out for you, because that's our destiny."
Luna stared at him in a daze, the pupils of her eyes suddenly misting up.
"So... Is it wrong for us to be together? Only to hurt each other uncontrollably?"
Eleazar stroked her head silently, "It's true that it's hard to change something that's already meant to be, but I know that wasn't your intention, and I promise I'll try to control the urge the next time I see you in that shape, I've gotten pretty good at that sort of thing."
"Really?"
"Well..."
Luna lowered her head in aggravation, "But you were scary that day, I'm scared every time I think back on it."
"Can't help it, that's just the way I work."
Eleazar realized that she already had an indelible psychological shadow in her mind, and after a moment's contemplation, he suggested:
"Why don't you try transforming again now?"