Special Chapter: Salem (1)
(AN: The event happened on the night of Salem. After Sol had his discussion with Asmodeus and went back to Medea.)
Lying down on her bed, arm raised high, Medea looked absentmindedly at the ring adorning her finger. It was a simple ring. Even though the jewel on the ring was small its value was immeasurable. Even beyond the sentimental value, many functional spells were engraved into the ring. Such as self-repair, protection, portal opening, self-cleaning, and a few more spells.
It was a practical gift in many ways.
Even now she had a hard time grasping everything that was happening around her. She had a feeling that she was just floating in a haze. A feeling that the proposal as well as the festival that followed were nothing but a dream, a cruel illusion perhaps.
“Am I… really not dreaming?” She pinched her cheek with her right hand, even though she knew it was futile. If she was in a powerful illusion, the simple act would not be enough to wake her up.
She even briefly considered using a Dispel spell but stopped herself in the end. For one it would be truly ridiculous. But more importantly, if this was a dream or even a cruel prank, she did not want to wake up.
“Such a heavy sigh while looking at the ring, I gave you. Was my proposal such a heavy burden on you?” Sol’s voice reached her as his breath tickled her ears. She nearly bolted out of her bed then and there. It was only thanks to her great control that she did not act based on her instincts, throwing a nasty spell at Sol.
“Sol, you really shouldn’t give us such a jump scare.” She reprimanded in a harsh tone, wearing an expression similar to that of a teacher scolding a misbehaving student who was playing a prank.
She stopped after seeing his face. His usual punch-worthy smirk and his air of confidence as he looked at her like a toy he could play around with. She had to admit that this look of his always made her legs a little weak.