Chapter 131
For several days after that, Nicoletta followed Siren around persistently. Today, even Daphne had quietly appeared to apologize, but it was so absurd that Siren could only let out a hollow laugh.
Look at them, flipping their attitudes as easily as turning over their palms for their own benefit.
Seeing those who had once acted so arrogantly now busy bowing their heads—was it satisfying? Not particularly. It was just exhausting.
It was obvious they were only doing this because they wanted something, so what was there to find endearing about it?
“Shall I fan you a little more?”
“Go ahead.”
“Daphne, wave it a little harder over there!”
Nicoletta and Daphne stood on either side of Siren, who was lying face down on the couch, diligently fanning her.
Coincidentally, Ananta had gone to a shamanism lesson with Chris, leaving a gap in her attendants for the time being.
Siren meticulously read through a book titled Advanced Shamanism.
Who knew if healing magic might come in handy?
It would be best to learn as much as possible before leaving.
So water Raksha is used in healing magic too… No, it’s used in everything.
Sterilizing, washing, and drying wounds—those were the most important factors, but fusing Raksha into it was somewhat difficult.
“What are you up to, darling?”
At that moment, Yasamin strode in, having finished training.
Nicoletta and Daphne, upon seeing Yasamin shirtless, blushed bright red and quickly stepped back.
Even after days of seeing him like that, they still seemed embarrassed.
“I’m reading Advanced Shamanism. The section on healing magic.”
“Oh, healing magic? Want me to teach you a bit?”
“Yeah.”
Honestly, even reading it, she wasn’t fully grasping the meaning.
As she shifted to make space, Yasamin suddenly grabbed her waist.
“Where do you think you’re going? You should sit here.”
…The couch was spacious, so why did he have to sit on her lap?
“Kyaa, you two! You’re such a great couple.”
“Exactly! You suit each other so well!”
Nicoletta and Daphne enthusiastically flattered them.
Feeling a bit dizzy, Siren pressed her fingers to her forehead and gestured for them to leave.
“What, you like putting on a show.”
“I do not.”
“That’s too bad. I was about to kiss you in front of them.”
Who else but a complete pervert would say something like that?
As she shot him a glare, Yasamin demonstrated the flow of Raksha.
Water, wind, and fire—three types of Raksha intertwined beautifully. The way they wove together, blooming like a flower, was mesmerizing, as if they were dancing.
“Aquafuran was skilled in healing magic too. But the seal isn’t completely broken yet, is it?”
“Yeah. I haven’t recovered all my memories. I only remember enough to summon rain with shamanism, but nothing beyond that.”
Well, after all, it was Siren who had saved a dying beast in the beginning. Healing magic should have been second nature to her.
“I wonder what it’ll take to fully restore your divinity….”
“Who knows? Maybe if the South becomes prosperous?”
“That would take too long. It’d take at least a hundred years. You’d be dead long before then.”
The man pressed his lips against her pale nape and murmured. The arms holding her so tightly, as if unwilling to let go, were pitiful.
What was amusing, however, was that she had grown accustomed to this now.
“I hope you fully recover your divinity soon. That way, we can live together for a very, very long time. For at least twice as long as you made me wait.”
“Two thousand years? You’d get tired of me.”
“I won’t.”
How could he answer so firmly?
It was truly a curious thing.
Well, after waiting a thousand years, there was no reason he couldn’t live twice as long.
If I don’t fully regain my divinity, I’ll live for as little as a hundred years. At most, three hundred.
The length of her lifespan would depend on how much of her divine power she could restore, but death was inevitable.
Of course, Siren wanted to live long as well.
Bringing rain to this land was not something that could be accomplished within the short span of a human lifetime.
“Madam, Master! The cookies have baked nicely—would you like some?”
Just then, Pamilla appeared, bouncing over with a plate in hand. The white, round dish was piled high with small, round cookies, their delicious aroma naturally drawing attention.
“Thank you, Pamilla. Just leave them here.”
“Yes!”
Almond cookies, perhaps?
As she picked one up, Yasamin opened his mouth behind her.
“Ah.”
“You want me to feed you?”
“Yes. Please feed me, Master.”
The playful smile in his eyes made it clear—he was a seasoned flirt.
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