Teleportation magic always took a lot of energy, but this time, the distance he traveled had made it even worse.
"That's enough for today."
Delcario trudged into his house and collapsed onto the bed in his bedroom.
"I can't believe it... He really didn't understand anything at all."
He muttered softly, pulled his knees to his chest, curled up, and rested his forehead on his knees. "Idiot," he whispered.
He felt frustrated and sad—tears were about to come out. After all, he had liked Ivanov. That's why, when Ivanov had come chasing after him, he'd started to wonder—maybe there was a chance.
But in the end, Ivanov hadn't understood him at all.
"Whatever. I'm done with him."
Delcario pulled the blanket over himself and shut his eyes. At times like this, the best thing to do was just sleep it off.
He finished his shopping the next day. This time, he didn't run into Ivanov. It was a peaceful day, just like usual.
