386 Racist Amael
When I said that she hated being touched, I wasn't lying or exaggerating. For her, it was more than a preference—it was pathological.
She despised, loathed, and abhorred any physical contact, whether it ca from males, females, humans, werewolves, vampires, or even other elves. The number of people she allowed near her could be counted on one hand, and none of them were male. Her own brothers weren't even exceptions. The only person I knew she tolerated was her mother and soone else who was also her close family.
Yes, I am speaking of Alvara Freydis Teraquin.
I am a half High Human and half human, and I had just caught her arm.
Thank God it was covered with a white glove; otherwise, it would have ended in a bloody fight.
Still, I had touched her.
Our positions were quite awkward. I was standing while she, caught completely off guard, was on the verge of falling, her body diagonally opposed to the ground, held up only by my grip on her arm.
As soon as I touched her, I felt sothing indescribable, even through the glove. A shiver ran down my spine, but it wasn't fear—it was sothing else. It felt like I was touching sothing priceless, almost divine. And I'm not so creep, but her divine fragrance was impossible to ignore. I had noticed it when I was near her before, but this ti it was overwhelming.
For a mont, ti stood still, and everyone around us fell silent.
Then Alvara's eyes widened, her yellow-green pupils dilating and taking on a golden hue. A thick layers of greenish-gold mana slowly oozed out of her body.
Everyone stepped back as soon as they saw this phenonon. Lykhor and Celeste were the first to retreat while I saw Elizabeth standing up with narrowed eyes. Shit.
"Sorry about that," I quickly pulled her back to her feet and jumped back. "We're leaving, Annabelle."
"Yes!" Annabelle cheerfully nodded, oblivious to the gravity of the situation.
"What are you looking at?" I grabbed Celeste's arm and hurriedly left the cafeteria.
"…touched …" I could hear Alvara's faint murmur, her voice devoid of any warmth and tinged with shock and disgust.
Nobody approached her as she stood alone, her head slightly lowered, eyes hidden by her mint-green bangs.
Damn, that much reaction when I didn't even touch her skin directly?
She really is a lost cause, isn't she?
"It's okay now!" Celeste stopped once we reached the outskirts of the academy.
"Yeah, I think so," I said, shaking my head. "What a pain." I released Celeste's arm, letting out a sigh.
"You really can't help but annoy the people you shouldn't annoy, can you?" Celeste said, exasperated.
"Annoy? I bumped into her by accident and caught her from falling. She should be thankful," I shrugged my shoulders, maintaining my nonchalant deanor.
Celeste grimaced at my arrogant words. "You are really sothing."
"What? Shouldn't you defend rather than the racist elf?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I'm not defending her. It's just…Alvara hates being touched. It's pathological for her; she can't stand it. She's killed people for re touches," Celeste said, her expression conflicted.
"Don't worry, I know more about her than you think," I replied.
Massacring half-breeds and hybrids was her favorite hobby. At least she wasn't targeting the completely innocent, but even a minor infraction in her territory could lead to being burned alive under her gaze. She took pleasure in that.
Can soone really take pleasure in killing people, no matter how nasty they might be?
Wait, if it's Jayce, I think I would truly enjoy watching him being burned alive.
As I pondered that, Celeste reflected on my last remark about knowing Alvara well. Then, as if rembering sothing, she hesitated before speaking.
"Hey…can you do sothing for ?" She asked seriously.
"Of course, but this will be your reward for helping out then," I said with a benevolent smile.
"You are really the worst," Celeste glared at .
What does she want from anyway?
"Fine," Celeste sighed and stared at intently. "Alvara is mine."
"Huh?" I blinked twice at her words.
Alvara is mine?
She was staring at with seriousness.
Don't tell …
She's started swinging the other way?!
What the hell?
And now she's obsessed with her?
I didn't know how to take that revelation.
I should just answer her nicely.
"Well, as long as you're happy, Celes, I won't say anything. But good luck trying to get her in your bed. She hates humans after all, so forget about all skinship with her," I couldn't help but laugh.
"…"
Celeste's body trembled in rage, her face turning red.
"Let finish, idiot!"
"Stop trying to punch already," I said, catching her fist. "Listen, I have no issue with you loving Alvara. In fact, I think you two might make an unexpected and beautiful couple. Like an impossible dream co true. I'm just wishing you good luck in making her fall for you—"
"It's not that! I am not in love with her, blockhead!" Celeste punched my gut, and this ti I groaned slightly.
"Ugh…then what does that an? You clearly said that Alvara is yours, right? Only obsessed psychos would say that to another person," I said with a snort.
Celeste's lips curled into a twisted smirk, as if finding my words amusing. "Yeah, you're right, only obsessed psychos would say that."
Had she lost it?
"Anyway, can you listen to ? I just want you to repeat my words," she said.
"Repeat what?" I groaned in annoyance, sensing where she was going but not understanding why.
"Alvara is mine! I want you to say these words!"
"Hell no."
I'd rather die than repeat those embarrassing words, especially when the na belonged to the racist, psycho, sadistic elf. Beauty aside, she was corrupted to the core.
"Why? Please, I just want to confirm sothing," Celeste pleaded.
"Confirm what? Whether I can die of embarrassnt after uttering these words? I can do it with Layla if you want," I suggested.
"No, it must be Alvara! Just once, please, please!"
What the hell is wrong with her? She was pleading with for such a stupid thing...
As expected, she just wanted to make fun of , right?
But seeing how desperate she was, I relented. I had teased her a lot, so I might as well let her be happy for once.
"Alvara…is mine…" I whispered in a barely audible tone.
"What? I heard nothing!" Celeste glared.
"Alvara is mine…" I said, coughing awkwardly.
"You know what? Go wherever you want alone!" Celeste sulked, turning away, upset.
"Oh, co on!" I raised my hands in annoyance.
Still, she walked away.
Screw it!
"ALVARA IS MINE!!!" I yelled loudly, my voice echoing.
Celeste stopped, turning around in shock.
I should be the one in shock! Shocked at how embarrassing I was currently.
"Happy?" I growled.
I hope nobody heard it.
"Whoa! Did you hear that?"
"Yeah, it was Amael!"
"Does he want to die?"
"But he is an Olphean now!"
"Right, but Alvara hates humans!"
"Doesn't Amael hate elves too?"
"Maybe he couldn't resist Goddess Alvara's beauty after all."
"Damn, I'm excited to see how things will unfold between them!"
"No way Goddess Alvara is marrying a human, I tell you!"
My hope was already crushed into tiny pieces as whispers reached my ears.
"H-Hey," Celeste's voice broke through my thoughts, her expression serious.
"What is it now?" I replied, irritation seeping into my tone.
"What do you think about Alvara?"
"What?" I blurted out, caught off guard.
"I asked, what do you think about Alvara?" she repeated.
I couldn't understand why she was bringing up such a question.
Was she one of those fervent readers shipping potential couples?
Celeste, hoping to sail the AmaelXAlvara ship?
Not in a thousand lifetis.
"Nothing. Except that she's a racist, twisted psycho," I responded curtly, my words laced with cold detachnt.
Celeste regarded with a bemused expression. "You realize you embody all those traits as well, Amael."
"Huh? Am I racist?"
"Yep, racist toward all Elves."
"Twisted?"
"I could write a book on your twisted actions and words," Celeste retorted, her eyes narrowing.
I snorted. "At least I'm not psycho."
"I think you are. You killed a royal without considering the consequences, arrived in a foreign land and antagonized the Dolphis and Teraquin Houses, crippled Allen, a royal, and insulted Sancta Vedelia as a whole, then proceed to attempting to kill Earth who just ca... It's definitely the behavior of soone not in their right state of mind," Celeste nodded her head thoughtfully.
"You have too many similarities with Alvara now that I think about it. And that dream... is it really true?" Celeste mumbled sothing incomprehensible.
I wasn't in the mood for jokes, especially after being compared to Alvara.
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