Chapter 123: Arc 3, - 33: Little Butterfly
"M-master, what do we do...?" rainbow tears went down her face—standing no taller than a table, gripping a wand made out of wood.
A faulty rack of dumbbells scattered across the floor; blood trailing in a small river, from a ginger woman dressed in red...
"Nothing Asobi, nothing. Forget you saw anything, shut up and I’ll deal with this. We can always find more talent. Stop crying girl, nothing happened. You understand? Nothing happened!" Zayexiwovu shook her.
Asobi froze in place, her arms as stiff as wood, "Y-yes... I understand..." she gulped.
Zayexiwovu sighed, "Hey, look behind you, it’s a butterfly," he pointed. Asobi turned teary-eyed; an illusory white butterfly, she conjured by instinct just as he told.
"Now, why don’t you go after it and play with it for a bit," he pushed her forward. Asobi walked after it, mouth still agape. Zayexiwovu shook his head, "Need to make sure she’s kept in check..."
Her slightly knitted brows relaxed as her walk turned into a skip towards it. Why worry? Nothing had happened after all!
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"Asobi, of all the times for you to decide to think for yourself you think now’s the time? I thought you just ignored the problem and moved on, living in your illusory fantasy-
I’d rather you be safe, than running around unable to cast or end up like me when I fail my spells.
And I don’t need you freezing in place once something bad happens and you can’t fully ignore it immediately. You can’t always be a blank slate waiting for orders Asobi."
Jotou’s words rang in her head... Asobi snapped out of it, her eyes widened as she felt the tears going down her cheeks. She heard something—a scream.