"..."
"..."
An awkward atmosphere filled the room. The cool and composed Ena she usually showed was nowhere to be seen; she seemed constantly aware of Acel's gaze, covering her exposed cleavage and glancing at him sideways. Acel tried his best not to stare at her, repeatedly creating and extinguishing magical power for no reason.
Magical power shot out in the form of threads, drawing a skein in the air. Threads of magical power moving without any property change. Acel flexibly manipulated them, trying to erase his thoughts. Fortunately, as he did so, the destructive scene he had seen earlier somewhat faded.
...There was a mole there.
It came back to mind. Acel grimaced and began to operate the magical threads more actively. What kind of imagination was he having about his heaven-sent master who had saved him? He felt like he would drown in self-loathing and guilt.
Although he had memories of a past life, Acel's physical and mental age was no different from someone who had just become an adult. Until now, he had been so immersed in magic that he hadn't noticed, but he clearly had sexual desires, too. Due to his thirst for knowledge about magic, the level was slightly lower than others, however, it was ready to explode explosively at any time if given the opportunity.
He wondered if it was appropriate for that object to be Ena. It was a breach of etiquette that went beyond disrespect to rudeness. Acel quickly controlled his emotions and desires, and turned to look at Ena with a calm mind. Ena flinched at his gaze.
"You're beautiful, Master. You should dress like that usually."
"...You want me to dress like this usually?"...
New accounts get 100 🪨 Pebbles - enough to unlock this chapter. No payment.
Create free accountOne click with Discord. Already registered? Sign in.
Prefer instant access to every premium chapter in The Obsessive Regressor of The Academy?
Subscribe