“I won’t, sorry,” he apologised quickly while the girl fully turned around to face him. With an upright back, he stood serenely before her.


    “We’re going to Camilla now. Take these with you because I want you to do the same as you did with me,” she said swiftly, a rustle of wind beyond her figure disturbing their peace.


    Floating through the space, Lutiel glanced at the pen holder and a small bottle of ink, all accompanied with two pale papers to top them all off.


    Staring at them while forming a slight crease on the forehead, he didn’t hesitate. “My lady, do you want me to count the times she loses focus?” The slave asked, to which his lady spryly nodded.


    “I want every little detail you can catch, alright? Any movement of her muscles you can see or loss of concentration, write them down. Just like during our session.”


    “Okay, I will try my best,” he replied, eyeing the items while promptly receiving them from the air. Without beating around the bush any longer, as a breath left his nostrils, Zyponia’s legs paced up through the room. Heading towards the ornate doors, they opened before he could help her, without any use of the lady’s hands.


    ‘Magic sure is handy,’ Lutiel thought as he witnessed the action, only to glance at the back facing him and keep up the speed. Apace, without even noticing it, Lutiel walked through the ground floor. Containing his movements behind the lady, he already witnessed the gloomy skies in the next moments, along with the expanse of verdant gardens across the manor’s vicinity.


    Swiftly and effortlessly crossing the empty paths with bush hedges along the sides, he finally witnessed the girl that stood between the vast lands of nursed grass, next to the trailing tree that couldn’t lose its vibrance no matter what.


    All kept within the stretching, black fence intermittent with brick columns, the backyard stood out against the dull skies like a sore thumb, as though stuck in a season prior.


    Regardless, he continued to go after the lady to his right, hesitating only as they met with the dainty girl. “Camilla, start your training as always,” Zyponia said promptly, walking a bit closer to the disciple while the slave’s focus lingered on the pen and paper.


    “Master, are you sure we should speak in the human tongue?” All of a sudden, the girl rejected her instructions, asking with eyes that scoured around the man.


    Below the brisk sensation that embraced the butler, his eyes flinched up to depict a duo of ladies glaring through his skin and flesh. His skin tensed lightly, be it from the breeze of their sight or the wind’s.


    “Yes, my lady?” Lutiel asked urgently as Zyponia kept her stares, to which she retrieved the hidden thoughts.


    “It’s fine, just start. Lutiel, it would be best if you went back a few steps,” her tongue nudged his head. Despite following the suggestion immediately, he always kept his eyes at the fair student, as to not miss any of the movements.


    Immediately, his eyebrows immured in place as the girl started right after his movements. Her eyelids staggered down gingerly. Falling gently upon the blue eyes, she no longer felt to care about the world around her.


    The knotted hands beside her stomach splintered apart, flowing to the sides harmoniously before descending anew. Brushing against each other deliberately, the left hand fell on top of the right, only to ceremoniously stand there amidst the coiling wafts.


    Just as he had seen when they first met, the winds did nothing against the girl. No, rather, she seemed to have utter control over the element. Zyponia, along with Lutiel, watched through the strands of hairs clotting on their faces while swaying about. All while the student’s head remained intact, at least for a breath or so.


    A single strand of her white hairs swiftly shone out around her face. Almost instantly, before it could calm down, the noise of metal grazing through a smooth, pale surface ravaged the irrational wafts. Noting on the paper, his right hand moved expeditiously, unbeknownst of the head that nodded on the side.


    Peering down and ahead, again and again with a rhythmic manner, once Camilla lost her focus initially, it was like a river that found a simpler way to flow about. Writing as her facial muscles flinched or the fingers rubbed against one another, Lutiel didn’t miss any of it. Nothing escaped his visual grasp, including the slightest, yet irregular breaths colluding her mind.


    Continuing to stare, the girl  eventually lowered her bottom to sit amid the blades of grass dancing to her magic. Following in the approach, the man promptly sat right against her, the breaths flowing in and out whilst he reported his work.


    Oblivious to the gray clouds floating by nippily, a full page had been filled out with the dark blue ink before he flipped it and went back to the meticulous hand.


    Yet, staring at the stream of information right in front of him, he looked dubiously at his right glove. Floating about the sullied tip, he made sure to look twice. Turning his head back to the girl, however, it didn’t work. Tightening the grip around the pen while facing Camilla, for a few breaths, he couldn’t write down any word.If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.


    And from the few, individual breaths, the stagnation only increased. Even though he watched as a finger of hers twitched sporadically, no ink spilled out from the nib. Instead, dripping down onto the page because of his hesitance, the spot dried up while the tip lost all of its vivid fluid.


    Still, before he could truly stop writing, he felt a prod around the middle of his chest, gnawing away at him. Prickling at his heed, the demon lord stood with her hands clasped together, watching as he finally turned to her.


    “Why did you stop?” She voiced towards him quietly, soothing the winds around to reach his ears.


    “Sorry,” he muttered, almost inaudible. However, her attempt worked wonderfully. Swiftly pushing out new records upon the dirtied page, he no longer seemed so abstract.


    Curving the pen into new entries separated by commas, he finally stopped drawing new lines as the girl didn’t commit any mistake for a while. Though, even faster than before, he no longer wrote down her stumbles.


    The finger of his left hand swiftly caressed his half-closed eyes, massaging them as the head rang out. ‘Ah, I concentrated too hard for too long,’ he mused, not seeing any other option for the throbbing he felt around the forehead. ‘Though, I could do it properly with Zyponia. Is it because of the wind?’ He asked himself, never replying.


    Nevertheless, Lutiel finished relieving his eyes before opening them once again.


    Bright flickers all around in a spherical shape, that’s the only way he could describe the phenomena in front of him. Flaring up around Camilla before instantly dissipating, he couldn’t help but glance up towards the sky, searching for a clue.


    Once again, Zyponia called out through the brand as she saw him staring out into the moody skies, barely any light bouncing out from the pallid horizon above. Before long, the effects worked, and he started writing down. Yet, as a single event had been noted, he promptly stopped to soothe his eyes again.


    ‘Ugh, what is this?’ The question lingered lifelessly as the man opened his eyes, the flickering around Camilla increasing vigorously. Almost to the point of blinding him, Lutiel stared at the blue lights as though in a trance.


    It called out to him, the gleaming specks. Then, all of a sudden, he flinched. Rapidly looking around however, he only looked like an obtuse maniac as the torn noises filled his ears. Disappearing and emerging over and over, the din reminded him of a tidal shore.


    Through the mysterious clash of senses, Lutiel’s body went rigid, put inside an invisible coffin made to fit his body perfectly. Yet, the eyes quivered at the world before him.


    Glancing along the moving sphere the girl was kept inside, its translucent walls spun clockwise. However, as much as he could stare at the sphere of water in the frozen moment, it had already disappeared, the stunned man coming back to the world as the rending migraine faded together with the visions.


    ‘That was magic, I’m sure of it,’ the idea thundered and screamed while Camilla’s face winced slightly, quickly turning normal again.


    Before the slave brand in his chest started to burn anew, he quickly wrote down the instance. At the same time, his head rummaged through the countless possibilities.


    Sitting against the wafts that considerably calmed themselves, Lutiel’s solemn face headed for the student’s blunders. Occasionally, he raised his head at the lord, but nothing more ever came out of it. The man simply kept to himself whilst steadily noting away.


    …


    The crystallic rock spilled its amber embrace out through the room’s entirety, releasing its beams in a sporadic, fleeting manner right above the man.


    Standing silently in the middle of his room, he didn’t perform his routine, however. Having already done so earlier, Lutiel simply watched the flickering reflection in front of him, the window acting as a mirror at his disposal.


    His eyes scoured through the relaxed guise, the mind quivering instead. ‘Why is she waiting for so long? It’s going to be the middle of the night soon,’ he mused, keeping his sight around the attire he wore during this time of day. Not much different from his servile one, he didn’t wear his gloves while the suit’s shade varied. Still dark, the tie and the suit itself he received from his lady described themselves with a deep blue tint.


    Regardless, looking at his fairly formal dress-up, he couldn’t help but sigh internally at the heart buzzing within his chest. Glancing down at it momentarily, he swiftly turned around to face the desk, on which nothing else other than three identical bottles stood firmly in place.


    Straight from the base up to about two thirds of its height, the dark flasks curved to form a narrow neck, fine lines of a silvery metal covering the tip and sprawling out beneath with intricate, spiraling lines. Looking at the wines with a mellow grimace, he couldn’t help but recall sneaking around the mansion to hide them within his room.


    ‘What would they care if it got found out?’ He pondered about her ways, only to close his eyes under the dim silence around him.


    However, he couldn’t simply stand there and wait. Walking over to the bed with his hands in the pockets, he promptly fell down. Sitting calmly as he stared at the white wall in front of him, Lutiel burrowed into the depths of his mind, trying to pass the time.


    Still, to the surprise of the man, not a few breaths had passed before his eyelids sprung open. Feeling the tight grasp around his chest, he exhaled deeply after grabbing himself by the knees and standing up.


    ‘Come on, you’ve gone to her room so many times already. Nothing is different this time around,’ he eased himself whilst eyeing the bottles. Staggering forward to the desk, he briskly caught onto the flasks, grabbing a single neck with the left hand while handling two with the marked one.


    “Sait,” he spoke meekly near the door before the light around disappeared. Quickly, he exited the room, only to venture through the nightly corridors.


    Warily, through cautious steps, he sneaked around the hallways, making sure to not make too much noise with his feet. Though, more importantly, he watched over the two bottles around his right hand, walking slowly so the glass wouldn’t clash against each other and reverberate its cries.


    Steadily, he swiftly omitted the baths and the kitchen after ensuring no noise came from beyond the rooms. One by one, he moved up the shadowy stairs, all the way towards the top floor, as well as the designated place of their abrupt rendezvous.