Although my body wasn’t working right, my mind was still quite clear…
My vision was still blurry. I only knew I had been carried to some bed, but if possible, I’d prefer if no one carried me anymore—
As for why?
First, because it’s embarrassing. Second, psychologically, I’m a mature male. Being carried by anyone, regardless of gender, just shouldn’t happen, right? Third, this body needs to be treated properly and shouldn’t be touched casually by others.
Ah, haha. My body feels even more tired than before. Maybe I should just relax on this bed properly. Besides that, I need to find a way to deal with this [Frostburn Syndrome] before it causes trouble at a critical moment…
Game time is 19:00, still pretty early, huh? But has it been that long already? When I was fighting Pat Michul earlier, it was only 16:00. Well, maybe I hummed for too long, or I unconsciously wasted a lot of time.
The cloth strips on my left hand were removed, and then it was gently held up… Who is it? What are they doing? The bleeding wound on my hand isn’t exactly a sight worth admiring.
Speaking of which, why do I feel so hot all over? Shouldn’t it be the usual, where [Cold Sensitivity] outweighs [Heat Sensitivity], making me feel a bit cold?
I tried to push myself up, but my body felt weak and limp from exhaustion, with little strength to use. Fortunately, since my mind is clear, I can still use magic.
Activating [Soul Perspective], I spotted a soul, almost entirely purple but with a vibrant green center, to the left of my hand. In my blurry vision, only souls remained sharp and clear—
I can’t imagine a future where I lose my eyesight and have to rely solely on [Soul Perspective] to navigate. That would be terrifying. If my eyes became useless just like that, I wouldn’t know what to do.
My Satiety level is still at forty percent, so no immediate worries there. Even if I stay here a while longer, it’s safe enough for me to quietly eat some fruit.
My hearing hasn’t recovered yet; incoming speech still sounds like TV static, so I don’t know who’s talking nearby or what they’re saying.
This “buzz buzz buzz” noise is making my head ache terribly, and I can’t muster the strength to move…
Unexpectedly, I suddenly felt something being wrapped around my left hand, especially the injured palm. Judging by the texture, it was definitely a bandage with medicinal properties… probably more expensive than ordinary bandages, but with better healing effects.
Are you planning to help me out, then turn me over to the guards? Haha, suit yourself.
After about a minute, the person finally finished bandaging my hand, albeit clumsily. The technique was very unskilled, so they used quite a lot of material. My left hand instantly felt heavier, as if I were holding something… but still, thank you.
When they let go, I tried to flex my fingers slightly—sure enough, a large bulge suddenly appeared in the middle of my palm. It was indeed a bandage, and the previous cloth strips were gone, probably still stained with my blood… Well, no need to worry. My blood, exposed to the air, will dry up and vanish without a trace in a few minutes.
Then, I noticed the light dimming slightly, as if someone was standing in front of me, looking… at me? What’s with those bright, shining eyes? They look kinda creepy… But it’s too blurry; I can’t tell who it is.
“Buzz buzz buzz”
“Buzz buzz buzz buzz”
Are they having a conversation? The buzzing sounds rise and fall. Then the person on the left moves away from the bed, and the one staring at me… their soul has four colors: orange, yellow, blue, purple. Seems its owner is quite talented?
I furrowed my brows slightly, trying to see more clearly, and reached my right hand towards where that soul was—and ended up touching a man’s body. The fabric was smooth, and when I pinched it, it felt quite firm.
“Buzz buzz buzz… buzz buzz buzz”
Through the blurry filter, the person’s mouth opened and closed, seemingly saying something. But right now, I can’t make out any sounds clearly, and various parts of my body keep throbbing with pain.
Then, another soul entered from the doorway, joining the purple-green one… More talking? What in the world are they saying—Ugh, no, I need to get out of here quickly. Aside from Dale Mi Lopat and Pat Michul, there shouldn’t be a third person here. So, I need to get away from this holder of the four-colored soul.
But I clearly felt myself being picked up by that person. My pupils involuntarily dilated in shock, my limbs went limp, and my feverish body instantly felt chilly—
Carried again, and a princess carry at that. Hahaha, so embarrassing… Girls always say being princess-carried by their sweetheart feels wonderful. I get it now; this peculiar feeling is the opposite of wonderful. Just who do you think you are, daring to carry a girl you’ve never even met?
The clothing, thanks to its special material, felt very comfortable against my skin—my hips, the backs of my thighs, the nape of my neck… Though I hate to admit it, being held like this is actually quite comfortable… It would be even better if you’d let me go right now, though.
I’m not worried at all that he might try anything inappropriate. Even with blurry vision, I can judge positions through souls and add a bit of magical pressure. I doubt he’d refuse to back down.
With clothes made from such fine silk, he must be some noble or powerful figure. Could he be passing through [Malletus] by chance, like Dale Mi Lopat? It could also be Lyle, since he’s supposedly searching for me frantically throughout the city… Rumors say he wants to deliver me back to Alec’s hands, and that there’s some relationship between us—
Hahaha, rumors stop with the wise.
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Feeling the girl in his arms stir slightly, Lyle realized he had done something foolish—
How could I, an unmarried man, casually lay hands on an innocent girl? Even if it’s in a game, let alone one almost indistinguishable from reality.
Speaking of which, her body is so light. Her thighs, her arms, so tender and young. Her pale, slender hands suggest similarly fair and smooth skin…
Lyle never would have imagined that the girl in his hands was actually a fugitive who had killed a C-class guard and escaped from Wind Wintercrack and countless other guards.
Alec said she possesses exceptionally high magical talent and can deftly use that level of [Mage Hand] and unknown spells… This girl is definitely not ordinary.
As for how she instantly vanished from the southwest district streets and returned to the alchemy shop, she probably pre-set a spatial scroll, given how resourceful she is.
Her forehead is burning hot, her eyes seem unable to see clearly, her left hand is injured but already bandaged—
“Your Highness Lyle, please mind your conduct. The girl in your arms…”
“Miss Dale, my apologies, but this is my old friend’s house. He entrusted me with the key before he left—”
“Your Highness, forgive my bluntness, but what is your relationship with this kind-hearted, yet wanted, girl?”
“This is official business. I must ask you to excuse me.”
“Where are you taking her?”
“To the Security Department, to settle this case. Miss Dale, it seems you have more important matters to attend to, so—”
“Miss!! Are you alright?!”
“Emma? You… what are you doing here?”
“Miss! You disappeared so suddenly! Jory the steward and I have been looking for you for ages… Ah, it seems we’ll be late for the [Kroloft] meeting.”
“Ah, indeed. It’s already quite late now.”
‘This is all just a reflection of Dale’s adventurous spirit.’
“Pat, please, not now… Well then, Your Highness Lyle, Emma and I will take our leave. Please treat the girl in your hands properly.”
Shortly after, only Lyle and the girl remained in the alchemy shop. The girl’s low, slow breathing caught Lyle’s attention. He couldn’t help but lean his ear close to her lips, listening quietly—
Her breathing is faint, but regular. It seems she’s not in mortal danger. Hm? What’s this hard lump in her pocket? Let’s take it out and see. Seems like there’s quite a bit.
Lyle pulled out a magic stone and about five or six unknown fruits from the girl’s pocket. That was all; it seemed she had entrusted everything else to Alec.
Mr. Alec left in the morning, so it’s only been half a day… Taking her back home to care for her shouldn’t be a problem, but how do I explain it to that old man, that stubborn old mule?
Forget him. I’ll decide my own affairs! How can an NPC father control me?
But, why does she seem… smaller than I remember?
Must be my imagination.
…..
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(—Do you know why players almost never log out? Because times are changing. Just purchase a physiological maintenance unit, and it can sustain your bodily functions for days… it even has features for physical exercise.)
(—In-game time is the same as real-world time, flowing at the same rate, never out of sync. So, you should all understand a certain point by now.)
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Name: Hazuki Towa
Age: 13 ▶▶ 11
Status: [Wanted – Fully Exposed] [Frostburn Syndrome] [Exhausted and Weakened]
Form Status: BOSS
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Attack: ??
Speed: ??
Magic: ???
Strength: ?
Growth Potential: ∞
Dexterity: A
Mental Strength: A+
Natural Airhead: D+ / Wisdom: A+
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Skill Changes:
[Soul Perspective] LV.4 ▶▶ LV.5
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Note:
[Forced Retrospection] Activated — Retrospecting…
