Chapter 115: Telling Luc About The Prediction

(From Blue's Perspective)

That night, Dem and I went to the magic tower. On the way, Dem clung to me like glue. He did not let go of my hand and often gave pecks on my lips. I did not know why he was doing it, but since I liked to be close to him as well, I did not care. 

"I love you," he said. 

"I know."

Luc told us to wait and went to bring something. I had a feeling that he had gone to bring a dagger. 

"You still can say no," Dem said. 

"I'm fine- I told you," I said. 

We were sitting on the couch as usual. Luc seemed to have cleaned it a bit. He said that I was coming as well, so he wanted to make a good impression as my friend. Luc was actually a good friend and he was trustworthy as well, or Dem would never keep him by his side. 

I had no idea that Luc warned Ezekiel and told him to stay away. I had noticed that Ezekiel was being odd, but I had no idea that he felt that way towards me and that was also very strongly. Even Luc and Ruby noticed it before me and tried to warn him. I could tell that they were very loyal and trustworthy.

Luc came back with a dagger as I expected. The dagger looked scary, especially the way the sharp edges shone. I did not want to look scared since Dem would not let me do it if so. But perhaps he had figured it out already. 

"I told you to say no if you're uncomfortable," he said. 

"I'm fine," I said. 

"She is fine, she said. Stop being so annoying for god's sake," Luc grumbled. "I understand that you love your wife. But aren't you being too much?"

"It's alright," I said. "He is just worried. But I'm really fine, so don't worry."

I patted on Dem's arm to calm him down. He glared at Luc as if he could burn him down with his eyes. 

"Blue better go first," Luc said. 

I knew why he said that. Perhaps he thought that I would get scared if I saw it cutting through Dem's skin. He was right in a way. I would definitely get scared. 

"Are you okay with it?" Dem asked and Luc rolled his eyes. 

"Yeah, I'm fine," I nodded and gave him a reassuring smile. 

Luc asked for my hand and I placed it on his left hand. He brought out the dagger and I looked away. But he did not cut my skin. 

"No, it won't do... Give me your shoulder," Luc said clicking his tongue. 

"Shoulder?" I asked. 

"Why?" Dem asked, eyeing him. 

"Getting the blood would be easier if it's her shoulder," Luc explained. "Don't give me that look. It's not like I want to hurt her either."

Dem unzipped my dress slightly and helped me get the sleeve down my shoulder slightly. This time Luc slashed through my skin quickly before I could understand. I could feel blood pouring out of the cut endlessly. Luc placed something there and collected the blood. It did not hurt as much as the beginning and kind of felt normal. 

"You alright?" Dem asked.

"Hmm," I mumbled. It was surprising how many times he asked to make sure that I was okay. It made me kind of happy that he cared for me that much.

It took a while to collect my blood. Even though I told him not to, Dem still licked the wound right in front of Luc to heal it. It was very embarrassing. 

"Do you have to do it when I am in the room?" Luc grumbled. 

"How will the wound be healed then?" Dem muttered. "Did you see how much blood she lost?"

After Dem healed the wound, Luc collected his blood as well. When he cut his skin, I was observing his face to see his reaction. But to my surprise, he was unmoved completely. 

"Are you okay?" I asked him. 

He chuckled and pinched on my nose with his other hand. "Why would I not be okay?"

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"He has a body that doesn't hurt at all," Luc said. "I know what you're thinking. The world is indeed unfair."

"And Demetrius even said that there was something you would like to talk to me about. It was very unusual of him, so I was surprised," Luc added. "What is it?"

"Ah, do I have to say it now? It's weird to talk like this. I mean, you're collecting blood..."

"Alright, then," Luc said. "I will finish it soon, after then..."

Luc went to place the blood aside. It was pretty disgusting to look at the bright red liquid. But Dem seemed unaffected. It did not surprise me. A man who could kill people like mosquitos could not possibly be affected by blood. It was stupid of me to ask if he was alright because of that little cut, but still, I did not like it.

"You look like you want to talk to me about something," Dem said. 

"Yeah," I said. "I do."

I had not yet talked to him about his eyes. His mother told me a lot of things about it. But the person I wanted to hear everything from was him. 

"About what?" he asked.

"Is it okay if I tell you this later? It's supposed to be a secret," I said. 

"What is..."

Dem wanted to say something, but he stopped as Luc had already come back. He flopped on the couch beside me with an eager but rested face. 

"Now, tell me what is it that you want to talk about," Luc said, placing his arms crossed on his thighs and leaning forward while glancing at me sideways. 

"Well, it's about black mage," I muttered. 

"Black mage? What about them?" Luc asked. 

"Well, I have been having weird dreams for a while now," I said. 

"Is it about the dream where you talk to someone?" Luc asked.

"No, it's something else and even weirder," I said. I did not even tell Dem about this, but now he would find out about it as well. "It's well... I mean, Dem appeared in my dreams and he was saying weird things."

Dem looked uncomfortable, but he did not seem surprised. But I did not remember telling him about it at all. 

"What weird things?" Luc asked.

"Well, some scary things, but Dem is not someone to tell something like that," I said. "And I think a black mage is around me and manipulated with my thoughts."

Luc did not look as surprised as I thought he would be, even Dem was surprised to see his normal reaction. 

"Are you sure that Demetrius has never told the things he said in your dream?" Luc asked.

"No... No, he hasn't," I replied. 

"Alright," Luc said. "I think I can guess what you want from me. My answer is yes. I will be with you for some days."

"Why are you like this about it?" Dem asked. "You don't look surprised at all."

"Well, a few years ago, I sensed the mana of a black mage for the first time. But then, when I went to look for them, it vanished. Black mages are able to hide their mana energy though it takes a lot of practice and experience. Then, a few days ago, it happened again. It was when I went to get some pie from the main palace kitchen. That day, I tried to look for the source as well, but then, it vanished yet again. That's why, it's possible that a black mage manipulated her thoughts. But the question is, why her?" 

"I can guess," Dem muttered with a hand on his chin. "I think that person wants to separate us."

"Yeah, I think so too," I said. 

When I had the dream and suspected that it was the black mage's doing, I had a feeling that it was because that person whoever it was wanted to create a wall between Dem and me. The dream showed how scary Dem could be and it truly scared me. But when Dem came to me again, the fear melted down as I saw the sincerity in his eyes. Whoever that person was surely failed. They could not separate us. 

[The dagger Luc used was the type named  Cinquedea. The cinquedea, also known as the cinqueda, is a civilian short sword (or long dagger). It originated in northern Italy and rose to prominence during the Italian Renaissance of the 15th and early 16th centuries. The name cinquedea, which means "five fingers," refers to the width of the blade next to the guard. The blade was heavy, 45 cm (18 in) long, and tapered to a slightly rounded point. The guard was curved, with the concave side toward the point, and the grip was simple with a small pommel. To lighten the weapon, several fullers were typically placed along the wider sides of the blade. The wide blade came in handy for decorative etching. In addition to the point of the blade, the wide blade was used for attacking. 

The length of this weapon ranged from 10" to 28" in length. It was frequently carried instead of a knife or a larger sword. Period art depicts it being carried horizontally next to the buttocks so that it can be drawn laterally from the back.. Because of its size and shape, the cinqueda was capable of dealing with cutting blows, unlike most other daggers.]

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