"Astré... I–"
"Shh it's okay... if anything, I should be the one apologizing. I didn't heed your warning."
"Aish... you really are one headstrong witch, you know that?"
Astré chuckled as she sat up with the help of Challah's caring hands.
She was covered in nothing more than his coat, but she didn't seem to mind it in the slightest. She could feel that she was naked, which was as a result of the force that was sent to obliterate her...
'I can't believe that he actually likes me...'
She looked around at the slit throats of the seven youths around them and chuckled.
"How did you know?" She asked, gesturing at the dead bodies with her jaw.
Challah tilted his head.
"You're a blood witch, right? So I just did the drawing of conclusions..."
Seeing the amused glint in Astré's eyes, Challah's brow twitched and he stood up, dusting his glove on his trousers.
"I'm not stupid, you know..."
