Willy's eyes widened, but his struggles seemed to the man like childish play, easily suppressed.
Worse still, the man seemed to know him very well, and his other hot hand pressed on his lower back, which was his most sensitive spot, causing him to go limp in an instant and unable to use his magic.
Vili's face was flushed, and sweat soaked his hair, sticking to his fair cheeks, making the man's Adam's apple bob.
But just as he couldn't help but lean forward, the boy's expression changed, and a cold, sharp weapon pressed against the other's waist.
"Let me go."
Despite his trembling voice, Willie's hands remained steady.
The man didn't seem to care at all. He chuckled and continued his actions without the slightest hesitation.
But just as he was about to touch those lips, he suddenly dodged away, his lips brushing against Willy's earlobe, bringing a shivering ticklish sensation.
"Oh, my little rose, you're too cruel."
He looked down at his torn clothes, the red bloodstains clearly visible.
"Serves you right."
Willy held the knife in front of him, struggling to resist the urge to touch his ear.
"Who are you?" he asked.
The man didn't answer his question. Instead, he reached out and brushed his hand across his wound. The next second, the bleeding disappeared without a trace, leaving only bloodstains on his clothes to prove that it wasn't an illusion.
Healing magic...
In his world, Vili wouldn't be surprised at all, but here everyone only has a single magical attribute!
No.
The next second, Willy realized something.
Besides him, there is another person who can do these things.
But the guess was so bizarre that he opened his mouth and finally managed to speak.
"...Are you Atheran?"
He... he summoned his ancestor who had been dead for many years?
Despite the inappropriateness, Vili couldn't help but think of the relationship between Ero and Desmond, and felt deeply that it might be a kind of teacher-student relationship.
No, he doesn't want that kind of thing.
The man—His Majesty Aetheran, the greatest monarch in the history of Serdos—narrowed his eyes.
"My little nightingale, are you thinking of other men right in front of me?"
"..."
Vili finally couldn't stand his nonsensical way of addressing him anymore.
"I have my own name."
"I know--"
Aetheran tried to step forward, but Vili warily dodged him. He could only stop regretfully, casually pull over a chair, and sit down with a look of disgust on his face.
"This place is so dilapidated, my treasure, do you live in a place like this?"
Isn't this all because you released your magic without any restraint?
Vili didn't speak, but Atheran understood his gaze, though he didn't care.
"It couldn't withstand my magic; it was too fragile."
"This world is so boring, full of useless mediocrities like this everywhere. Don't you think so?"
"—Willie Russell?"
Even though he had wanted the other person to pronounce his name properly, Willy's heart still skipped a beat when the man called out his full name.
"...You know me."
This is not a question, but a statement.
He cast a serious look at Atheran and began to scrutinize him once again.
His Majesty the King, who had been about to explain, calmly sat down in his chair, even deliberately striking a most charming pose to ensure the boy could properly admire his face and body.
Vili ignored those things and began his analysis on his own.
"You are not a ghost."
The man before them undoubtedly had a human body, and the contact they had just made carried the warmth of a living person.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but glare at Atheran, only to receive a flippant remark in return.
"Baby, are you being affectionate with me?"
"..."
Willie took a deep breath, ignoring the man's gaze fixed on his heaving chest.
He now realized that the other party's initial scrutiny of him was not out of wariness, but rather like a lion assessing its prey.
He was observing how he would gradually devour himself.
He remained vigilant and continued to think.
"You're the one who made me unable to summon the spirits around me."
“You’re the one who made them unable to respond to my call…” This was his initial guess. “My summoning ritual cannot be directed at vague objects; there is only one outcome.”
This is precisely why he ultimately changed the direction of magic output; if he had followed the original formation, he would never have succeeded.
But if it's changed to a single summon...
But that's impossible! He was certain he had never met His Majesty the King in his memory, let alone any blood relation.
After all, the history of the Seldos Empire clearly states that this emperor died young, never married, and left no offspring... The heir was chosen from a collateral branch of the royal family, and the relationship was unknown.
But now that he has seen the person in front of him, he has realized what is strange.
Such a powerful magician could easily live for hundreds of years, so how could he pass away at the young age of thirty-five?
Honestly, he really wants to dig up a grave right now.
Have you figured it out yet?
Despite his complaints, Atheran wasn't in a hurry to leave. Instead, he leisurely began flipping through Vili's experimental notes, though his eyes were constantly fixed on the boy out of the corner of his eye.
Seeing that he seemed to be in trouble, he kindly said:
"Want me to give you a hint?"
Would you really be that kind?
Vili looked on with suspicion, and sure enough, he saw Atheran add the next sentence.
"Just give me some benefits..."
How about a kiss?
As if he had expected this, Willie covered his ears, looking at him as if to say, "Don't say such lewd things that are dirtying my ears," which made Atheran laugh heartily.
His one and only love is as lovely as ever; with each additional meeting, his love grows stronger.
If this continues, what should we do?
Why not wait until he dies, and then the two of them can become a pair of skeleton ghosts, together forever?
"I see!"
Just as he was immersed in his dark and dangerous imagination, Willy suddenly clapped his hands excitedly.
"You have the aura of time magic on you!"
“You come from the past.”
As if making a declaration, he proudly put his hands on his hips, completely convinced of his conclusion.
And the upturned corners of Atheran's mouth confirmed his guess.
"You are so clever, my little white dove."
Willy was almost desensitized to his endless stream of bizarre nicknames, and he continued his reasoning.
"However, I myself don't quite believe what I'm about to guess—"
"Did I travel from the future to your era?"
He looked at Atheran, waiting for an answer.
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