An inexplicable night, an inexplicable encounter.
By the ti Ronald had finished making his report at the Investigation Bureau, the sun was already about to rise in the east, the first light of dawn illuminating the clouds in the sky, and it wasn’t long before he had to start work.
Sitting in his apartnt, Ronald still had so of last night’s turmoil in his mind.
After the people from the Investigation Bureau had arrived last night, the situation in the cabin had naturally co under the efficient control of these professionals.
But for Ronald, the experiences of the night were certainly bizarre.
It was supposed to be a night of studying ancient Spell texts alone at ho, yet it turned into a strange sequence of events that started and ended oddly.
If he had to describe it, the encounter that night gave Ronald a sense of anticlimax.
The ownership of an ancient to was decided so easily?
Rustle—
It was at this mont that Ronald heard so unusual noises in his room, coming from the location of his bedroom bed.
Soon, a sowhat weary female voice ca from that direction, along with sounds of soone getting out of bed:
"Ronald, are you back?"
"How did it go with the Investigation Bureau?"
—It was Thor.
Hearing that voice, which he had heard just a few hours ago, Ronald’s body, which had just begun to rise, slumped back down onto the chair.
"It’s you?"
"Not busy researching that ancient to and you co to my place again, what for?"
"..."
Thor erged from the bedroom, not presenting Ronald with the usual gratuitous scene as she still wore last night’s clothes and stretched her languid, post-sleep body.
Approaching Ronald, she propped herself up with one hand on the desk in front of him and then laughed before replying,
"Isn’t this a visit out of concern for you?"
"After spending so much ti helping with the aftermath, I should at least co over to see how you are, right?"
Hearing Thor’s reply, Ronald raised an eyebrow:
"It looks like you know about what happened afterward?"
"I do have so sources of information," Thor said nonchalantly, her gaze drifting towards Springs’ sky outside the window, before she continued, "But Ronald, facing an ancient to, didn’t you feel even a shred of temptation?"
"I was all prepared for you to attack ."
"In the end, you actually helped leave that ship, and didn’t seem to have any intention of betraying afterward."
Ronald leaned back slightly, then replied:
"Thor, that’s quite a hurtful thing to say."
The girl sitting on the desk looked down slightly, a confident glimr in her eyes:
"Ronald, I don’t think you’re the type for empty pleasantries."
"Open and direct communication suits you better."
"That’s true," Ronald admitted readily, then continued, "But to explain... regarding the ancient to itself, I’m not excessively obsessive about it."
Thor imdiately pressed on:
"If that’s your attitude towards the ancient to."
"Then what are you truly concerned about?"
"..."
"What concerns ..."
Faced with this question, Ronald lowered his head.
He fell into a brief silence.
He surely couldn’t tell her that what he actually cared about was the knowledge recorded in these texts and their connection to the world he once lived in, could he?
If he actually gave that answer.
Then for Thor, the scene might shift from a friendly conversation to a bizarre, fantastical narrative experience.
anwhile, Thor, sitting on the desk, also noticed Ronald’s hesitation.
So she hopped down from the desk and walked over to Ronald, saying:
"If it’s sothing inconvenient, then you don’t have to answer."
"Anyway, I ca here to wait for you just to see if there were any problems and, by the way..."
Thor’s tone paused at this point.
After contemplating for a few seconds and with a very serious expression on her face, she then continued:
"Ronald, it might not seem like much to you."
"But the events of tonight are a favor I can hardly repay."
"I hope you can understand that."
"..."
Hearing this response, Ronald looked up at her.
And it was at that mont he saw Thor bending down, her face approaching his own.
——Too close.
——No chance to dodge.
As this conclusion erged in his mind, Thor had already left a soft and gentle kiss on his cheek.
Whoosh——
Once the kiss ended, Thor quickly stepped back two paces to her original spot.
Then, almost whispering to herself with a very low voice, she said:
"Heloise Leslie."
Ronald, with his enhanced hearing, of course heard the girl’s voice and imdiately repeated:
"Heloise?"
The girl turned away so Ronald couldn’t see her expression and replied in an equally soft voice:
"That’s my na."
Ronald nodded and said earnestly:
"I’ll rember that na."
"..."
With the conversation over, the room fell into a brief silence.
A few breaths later, Heloise, who had revealed her real na to Ronald, walked to the balcony without a word.
However, as she was about to jump down, she paused.
Without turning her head back, she gave Ronald one last warning:
"Ronald, you might not realize it yourself, so let give you a reminder."
"Compared to when we first t, you’ve started to rely quite heavily on the convenience of spells, especially of late, far less cautious and ticulous than before."
"Although this is a very common phenonon on our side, personally, I think it’s better not to be like this."
"That’s it..."
"Goodbye."
After saying that, Heloise’s figure disappeared from the balcony.
The girl’s gentle body made no sound, and if it weren’t for Ronald’s recent conversation with her, he might not have noticed her departure.
Ronald sat in the chair, hesitating for a while before slowly standing up.
Thor... Heloise’s reminder was like a wake-up call.
So things are indeed difficult for the person involved to notice.
——Good swimrs drown.
Having beco familiar with and used to ’spells’, he indeed lacked the initial trepidation from when he first arrived, as various mistakes often had the strong support of original classic spells as a safety net.
If it weren’t for Heloise’s tily reminder.
Ronald might beco even more reliant on spells in the future, leading to an irreparable mistake one day.
Walking slowly to the balcony, Ronald leaned on the edge and looked outside.
The sun was slowly rising, and no one was around the riverbank so early in the morning, Heloise had already disappeared without a trace.
Leaning on the balcony, Ronald murmured with a complex tone:
"I owe you a great debt of gratitude too..."
"My friend..."
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