Sure enough, kissing was extremely potent.
One only had to talk about it, and it would manifest with terrifyingly immediate effects.
Prince Elior's eyes snapped open.
It happened so suddenly that several people flinched.
He sucked in a sharp breath, chest hitching as he coughed, the sound rough and wet, like his lungs were filing a formal complaint. Whatever strength he had went straight into that reflex as he wheezed, voice hoarse and utterly sincere.
"I would rather… eat broken glass… than be kissed by my aide…"
The words came out between coughs, broken up by sharp gasps for air, as if his body was personally offended by the very idea.
Silence slammed into the room.
Every single person froze.
They had been hoping he would wake up. It was just that no one expected him to wake up like this.
Moreover, no one expected to be greeted by such a strong opinion.
Ollie stared.
Luca blinked.
Rahil nearly ascended.
But none of them had reactions quite like Princess Kira.
