nycdaug Chapter 199 [Blessing]
Chapter 199 [Blessing]
Chapter 199 [Blessing]
"Let's talk privately. May I use your room?" Morse's words instantly threw Sylvie's thoughts into disarray.
'He wants to use my room? What does he plan to do?'
She asked herself the same question, but when Sylvie saw the emotion in his eyes, she realized there was nothing impure about it.
So she agreed. Although Sylvie knew he meant no harm, yesterday's events still unsettled her. The bloody scene kept replaying in her mind, bringing her fear.
But contrary to her expectations, Morse's words were unexpected.
"Sylvie, do you know how to use your powers?"
'My power?'
She looked at Morse in surprise when he asked the question.
'Did he know?'
She knew that her newly awakened trait, [the power of the First Lord], was very important.
"What...do you mean by this?" she asked hesitantly.
Morse noticed her surprise but didn't stop, continuing, "I noticed something different about you during the battle. Your healing abilities are unlike anything I've ever seen before; it's almost miraculous."
Sylvie's eyes widened slightly as she realized how calm Morse was, and how his eyes remained completely devoid of emotion. "Really...really?"
Although many people don't know it, Sylvie is actually very sensitive to praise, especially praise from people she values.
“Really.” Morse nodded, his eyes resolute.
"Thank you... thank you."
“But,” Morse didn’t stop, “most therapists are not just about healing.” He explained gently, “their abilities are usually diverse, and they are considered supportive. You should be well aware of that.”
His purple eyes met Sylvie's bright green eyes. "Yes," Sylvie replied, knowing this perfectly well.
“Besides healing, they also possess the ability to enchant weapons, enhance teammates, or provide various buffs. This set of skills can supplement and strengthen the team,” Morse said as he approached Sylvie.
Sylvie stepped back slightly, but not too far, as she sensed no threat from Morse.
“So far, you’ve used healing and buffing skills on me. But now, I need you to do something different.” Morse reached out his right hand and gently took her cold, soft hand in his, placing it on the five purple rings on his left hand.
'Uh……'
Sylvie trembled slightly at his touch, goosebumps rising on her palms. But she didn't feel uncomfortable; instead, her heart raced faster than ever before.
As her fingertips touched the rings, Morse continued, “Sylvie, I need you to enchant these rings with your abilities.” His voice was deep and soft, echoing in the quiet room.
Sylvie was caught in a whirlwind of emotions. She understood the request, but the intimacy at that moment left her breathless.
She felt the warmth of Morse's hand, and her magic responded in this silent connection.
The word "need" evoked a feeling within her that she had experienced before.
'If I can help him...'
“I…I can do it,” she stammered, her cheeks slightly flushed. Taking a deep breath, she focused her attention on the ring, channeling her magic into it. The ring emitted a soft, divine glow as the enchantment took effect.
Although she had never tried enchanting before and didn't know how, she relied on her intuition and devoted herself wholeheartedly to what she was asked to do.
As her magic intertwined with the ring, Sylvie felt an unexpected sense of liberation. She realized she could do more than she had imagined, and her heart swelled with a sense of accomplishment.
'I'm not just a therapist; I can do so much more.'
Gradually, as she continued to focus on her task, she felt as if the world around her had stopped turning. In that moment, only she and Morse remained.
All her worries, those memories that had been haunting her, gradually faded away. Yesterday's events—the cold-blooded killer filled with hatred, the bloody scene, Mason's screams, and Morse's mangled body covered in wounds—all became background noise. She focused solely on using her own power.
She suddenly felt that she was born to do this.
The feeling of being someone else, especially someone they cherish, fills one's heart with confidence.
For the first time, she felt a sense of power, and the fear from the previous day began to gradually subside.
As the enchantment neared completion, Sylvie felt a surge of energy, and the black ring began to radiate a soft golden light. The divine radiance intertwined with her magic, creating a mesmerizing spectacle.
Reality gradually returned, and Sylvie blinked, realizing that the world that had once been at a standstill had begun to move again. The ring looked brand new, radiating a soft light that reflected in Morse's eyes.
'I did it! I really did it!'
In that intimate moment, Sylvie realized she was still holding Morse's hand. Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she felt a little embarrassed.
She wanted to pull her hand away, but she was reluctant and wanted to hold it a little longer.
Why do I want to keep holding him?
Unsure of her feelings, she hesitated for a moment. When Sylvie took Morse's hand, an unexpected comfort and reassurance enveloped her.
Let's hold hands a little longer.
Although it wasn't part of the enchantment, Sylvie gently continued to hold Morse's hand. The comfort and reassurance she felt were undeniable, and right now, they seemed more important than the enchantment.
'Why do I have this feeling that if I let go, he'll do something dangerous?'
Since awakening the [First Lord's Authority], Sylvie's intuition had been consistently accurate, and now, that intuition reminded her to hold onto him. Sylvie knew deep down why he sought enchantment; though naive, she wasn't stupid.
'He's going to find Senior Maya.'
She understood Morse's purpose.
Sylvie.
Sylvie's name slipped from Morse's lips and echoed in the room, giving Sylvie a strange warmth.
Why does it feel so...comfortable to hear him call my name?
"Hmm?" Sylvie looked up at Morse, her eyes filled with curiosity and anticipation.
“It’s time to let go,” Morse said, pointing to their clasped hands.
"Ah..." She realized she had been holding on for too long and felt embarrassed, but she didn't want to let go.
"don't want......"
This is the first time Sylvie has refused to do something.
"Ok?"
Morse looked somewhat surprised; he hadn't expected Sylvie to do this at all.
Sylvie mustered her courage and asked in a low voice, "Are you going to do something dangerous?" Her eyes searched for an answer in Morse's eyes.
Morse didn't respond immediately, but simply met her gaze, his eyes full of meaning. Silence spread, and in that silent moment, Sylvie found her answer.
This realization stirred within her a mixture of worry and determination. Sylvie gripped Morse's hand tightly, conveying a silent vow.
“I will not let go,” she said firmly.
"what?"
Morse's voice was tinged with surprise and gratitude, as well as other emotions that Sylvie couldn't comprehend. But Sylvie knew one thing: she couldn't keep him.
"and many more……"
Just as Morse was about to withdraw his hand, Sylvie whispered something and then injected her magic directly into Morse's body.
'I used to feel useless.'
But now, Sylvie is determined to do something for him.
Just as Morse was about to pull his hand back, Sylvie whispered, her eyes fixed on him.
'This time, I'll definitely be there to help.'
At that moment, Sylvie felt a surge of determination welling up inside her. Although she didn't fully understand how to channel her power, she didn't hesitate to let the magic flow into Morse's body.
A soft, warm light enveloped Morse—an unintentional yet heartfelt act by Sylvie. It was an instinctive reaction, a blessing from the depths of Sylvie's heart.
Morse's eyes widened in surprise, not only because of the enchantment, but also because of the genuine care and kindness he felt in Sylvie's touch.
"You...you..." he stammered, completely unprepared for such a powerful surge within him.
Sylvie couldn't help but laugh when she saw his panic.
"Cuckoo..."
Sylvie chuckled, amazed by the many "firsts" she had witnessed with Morse today. His flustered face and surprised eyes formed a strange combination, a moment she decided to etch into her memory.
The feeling quickly faded, and Morse swiftly regained his composure and withdrew his hand.
"what……"
She felt a sense of emptiness in both her palms and her heart.
Snapped!
'Um? '
Just then, Sylvie felt a warm breath gently brush against the top of her head.
Sylvie turned her head and found Morse standing next to her.
Morse placed his hand on her head, a gesture that was both comforting and intimate. "You did very well," he said, his eyes sparkling with a rare tenderness.
After saying that, he didn't linger and walked straight to the door, leaving Sylvie to think alone.
After Morse left, Sylvie felt a sudden wave of embarrassment. His praise and tenderness still lingered in her heart, making her face slightly flushed.
'What just happened?' she asked herself, her mind racing.
Sylvie tentatively touched her flushed cheeks. "I've never felt this way before."
She buried her face in the soft pillow, trying to suppress a surprised laugh. "It feels strange, but...it's good."
A series of events unfolded in Sylvie's mind, painting a picture: the unexpected intimacy, the enchanting process, and her new relationship with Morse. "Is this what it feels like to be close to someone?"
Sylvie buried her head in the pillow, which became her safe haven from emotional turmoil.
"I never expected things to turn out like this."
A faint joy stirred within her, an emotion she couldn't comprehend.
'But it doesn't feel bad.'
dong dong!
Just then, there was a knock at the door. Sylvie walked to the door, already knowing who it was.
Sylvie.
She opened the door and was greeted by Amelia, her senior.
"Senior Emilia."
“Have you seen Morse?” Emilia asked.
Although Sylvie knew Morse didn't want anyone to know where he was going, she hesitated for a moment before deciding to lie.
"No, I haven't seen him today."