The necromancer laughed and fidgetted, making herself more comfortable.
"Presence's spells are, in the end, mana based and therefore they count as magic damage – healers can heal it – little Burusiitti must have felt odd after the time was reversed, so she used the spell on herself and ended up recovering from it before the effects settled. Easy."
Aspakeony proudly puffed out her chest – which already was kind of pressing against the boy – which resulted in her chest ending up fully pressed against the boy's torso...
"!!!"
...that made the black-haired boy become once again aware of the position the two of them were currently in...!
It was as far away as possible, and if anyone would walk in on them, they could not be blamed for misunderstanding what was going on...
...Zoemi's face turned bright red at the realization so he instantly stood up...!
"Kyaah...?!"
...and unintentionally lifted Aspakeony with him...
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