Luka could feel Mildred's aura flowing through his veins. The moment he left the room, a subtle tingle jolted around his abdomen, constantly trying to infuse itself with his thick, magenta sphere.
'What the hell is this?'
Even though it kept failing, each time a small strand of her unmistakable pink aura flowed into the whirlpool of sinful energy.
'I'll have to ask someone knowledgeable about Miasma later...'
Luvia came to mind, but since he left her in the tower, that dark elf would likely be in the foulest of moods.
Thus, he wondered what he might need to do to quell her anger.
"What's the matter, My Lord?"
Old Levi seemed to notice Luka's frown and stopped moving.
"Haa..."
'Why is this old man so attentive when he knows I am not his Luka!?'
He couldn't help but want to slap the old man sometimes; being treated like a helpless child was rather irritating... and yet, somehow pleasant.
