"...?"
Illya could only stand perplexed.
'Open your mouth?'
What kind of implication was that?
Though Illya often appeared cold, she was not dense in these kinds of matters.
At that moment, Brandon rolled up his sleeves and tightened his gloves.
"Open."
However, Zeke did the opposite, biting his lip tightly.
"Illya, can you gather the water again?"
Brandon turned his head slightly, meeting Illya's gaze.
Ah, right.
Blank.
They were to refer to him as Blank.
Illya nodded her head and waved her hand. Magic power began to gather and the water on the ground floated into small bubbles, gathering together until they formed a big bubble.
Then, Brandon returned his attention to Zeke, who was still biting his lip. For a second, Illya could see blood start dripping from his bottom lip.
"Don't you want water?"