Relaxing her mind, letting her soul experience the five senses in the place of her body, Lyra bit her lip, striving not to feel the smooth sensation from her legs, her eyes quietly closing to avoid the intensely striking blend of black and white from landing on her pupils, forming turbulent emotions that unsettled her spirit.
The head maid was absolutely right, battlefields were indeed the best places for tempering oneself. After such a stretch of military life, Lyra's threshold for entering a meditative state had clearly lowered, and her control over emotions had become surprisingly mature. Even though she felt hot all over right now, she could still, through sheer willpower, enter a meditative state dominated by her spirit.
Of course, this required Astrid not moving around.
Fortunately, the silver-haired beauty in her arms wasn't doing this to tease her, but rather to increase the success rate of resonance casting. With that goal in mind, she wouldn't further stimulate Lyra.
