Please? A request!?
Impossible. Absolutely impossible!
How could he possibly *ask* Evelyn to do such a thing?!
But if he let Evelyn continue, things would surely take a disastrous turn.
Once Maur lost consciousness… what would happen next was too horrifying to imagine.
He still couldn’t recall what happened after the haunted house incident.
Yet that didn’t stop him from picturing the sheer embarrassment and humiliation of that state.
Maur absolutely refused to be reduced to *that* in front of Daina…
“How much longer until she fully regains consciousness?”
Assuming she’s just an exceptionally gifted ordinary human.
“At best, two hours,” Evelyn estimated.
Maur fell silent.
Two hours.
It was already past nine p.m.—even after two hours, midnight wouldn’t arrive.
If only Evelyn would stop and leave right now…
“No more than one hour!”
“The moment time’s up, you leave.”
Maur shot another glance toward Daina’s spot, voice firm.
“Too short.”
One hour was far too brief for a Forest Fey.
Even if it couldn’t last a full week like last time, it should at least span the whole night.
But her beloved student was, after all, just a fragile human—and this time, he’d actually taken the initiative.
“What’s the difference between a human acting willingly versus passively?”
Before, Evelyn had always led; Maur had merely followed under the influence of the Roukou fruit and floral scent.
It never felt like the human courtships Evelyn had observed.
“Fine.”
Evelyn was willing to compromise for this new experiment.
“But *you* have to take the lead this time, Maur.”
“D-don’t talk nonsense!”
Maur’s face flushed.
“How about moving to the bed?” the Forest Fey suggested kindly.
“N-no! Absolutely not!”
Maur flatly refused.
Daina lay collapsed right by the door—he *could not* let Evelyn step out of the bathroom.
“Right here!” His face burned crimson, but his tone was resolute. “Right here in the bathroom!”
For the first time… he moved on his own.
…
Daina knew she’d been hit by a high-level sleep spell again—the same one used before dawn.
“Forest Fey… Evelyn.”
She knew the caster: Evelyn, the Forest Fey who’d joined Imperial Grace Academy three years ago to teach Fey Language.
A Level 7 Legendary Spellcaster.
Ever since young Master Maur returned after that week of “tutoring” with her,
Daina had kept watch.
But after the incident, Evelyn rarely left the Mage Tower except for class.
As a Legendary Spellcaster herself, Evelyn made perfect concealment nearly impossible for Daina.
Progress stalled.
Until dawn—when this Forest Fey abducted her beloved young master.
Rage surged inside Daina, screaming:
“Kill her! Kill her!”
“Kill that wicked woman!”
How dare she… defile her precious Maur.
But the Royal Capital was crowded. Evelyn was far too powerful to eliminate quietly.
Even a Dark Elf—renowned for assassination—couldn’t pull it off now.
Not without unleashing her full power. Betting everything.
*Can’t.*
“If my power is exposed… it’ll trouble young master.”
“No…”
Daina endured the agony day after day.
Yet the Forest Fey grew bolder—repeating the scheme a second time.
This time, guarded, Daina hadn’t fully succumbed to the spell.
She struggled… faintly catching a familiar sound.
“Hah… hah, mmph!”
Just faint gasps.
But unmistakably *his*—her beloved young master Maur’s voice.
“Time’s up! Enough, right?!” Maur panted.
“Nope~ Only thirty minutes,” came Evelyn’s voice—the wicked Forest Fey.
“Mmph… Really different. Why?”
“Don’t stop, Maur. Keep going~ Mmm…”
Daina instantly understood.
But the sharper pain? Her beloved young master was *conscious*… and *willing*.
Was he… willing?
Did he like that Forest Fey?
Did he like the Fred family’s Swamp Behemoth too?
If not… why would he…
Her mind cleared, but her body remained trapped in slumber.
Voices swirled again:
“Kill her! Kill her!”
“Plunder! Slay! Plunder!”
“A Dark Elf takes what she wants by force.”
“Useless Daina—summon us! Unleash your power, Your Majesty!”
“Daina! Daina!”
“Your Majesty… Your Majesty…”
No… no.
Daina trembled violently.
*Can’t do this.*
*Can’t…*
The inner screams clashed with sounds from the bathroom—growing louder.
The harder she tried not to listen, the clearer they became.
Until Daina heard her own voice whisper:
“Why can everyone else… but not me?”
Why, Maur…
Before, when Evelyn led, Maur’s reluctance limited everything.
Now *he* led.
Even in this small bathroom, this tiny tub—
possibilities multiplied.
“Completely different.”
Unfamiliar sounds escaped Evelyn’s lips; her body shifted in new ways—
none seen when *she* acted alone.
She longed to explore further.
Alas, time was up.
“…Leaving like this is a pity.”
Why journey alone to find her friend’s daughter?
Bringing a fragile human wouldn’t burden her… would it?
“Alright, alright—you can go now.”
Maur urged impatiently, stealing cautious glances toward the door.
Daina’s hand had gone still—as if consciousness fled.
*What’s wrong? Why stop moving?*
*…Is she unwell?*
He ached to check on her, but Evelyn hadn’t left.
He couldn’t move.
Only repeat his urging—feeling like an unfaithful man sneaking behind his wife’s back.
The fey teacher, now washed and dressed, studied her flustered student.
A decision settled in her eyes.
“The potion you need—I’ll give it tomorrow morning.”
“Before that… will you leave the Royal Capital with me? Even the Somaria Empire?”
“Just you. And me.”
Calm-faced, she spoke words that sounded like an elopement plea.
Daina—motionless for so long, seemingly surrendered to slumber—
her hand suddenly jerked, trembling violently.
