“To dispel the miasma, you’ll need to share a bed with me for the time being. I must inject my mana into you in the same manner to properly guide your mana and drive out the miasma.”
Roina felt her heart sink at those words. Ah, so this was what Lutan had been hiding. Even the kiss from earlier had been nothing more than an act of treatment. Her chest throbbed with a dull ache.
“I’ve been scouring ancient texts to see if there might be another way, but all the methods I found either take far too long or are nearly impossible to implement right now. I still need to examine them further, but it seems there’s no other viable option.”
In the midst of an ancient library bathed in tranquil moonlight, the man with long black hair and golden eyes knelt beside her, speaking in a courteous yet slightly pained tone.
Roina placed a hand over her chest, pressing down against the stabbing pain in her heart. The spirits were tirelessly returning books to the shelves, but it was evident that every single one of these old tomes had passed through the hands of this man today. He had gone to such lengths to avoid sharing a bed with her.
“I’m sorry. I really tried to find another way….”
“Please, it’s fine. Go ahead and infuse your mana the same way.”
“…Are you certain?”
The man with fiercely radiant golden eyes looked at her.
Roina squeezed her eyes shut. She desperately wanted to erase the traces of the Imperial Crown Prince as soon as possible and opted for the fastest solution. But in truth, that felt like an excuse. Deep down, she intensely, wanted Lutan.
