Capítulo 39: A Charm Lesson
Anaxarete stood by the side of the bed, her hands on her waist. Her voice broke the silence of the night. "Get up and go get dressed. There's no spell or rune on you. You're clean."
Ru stretched for relief. "Are you sure? Did you examine every inch of my body?"
Anaxarete rolled her eyes and went over to the makeup desk. "If you dare to get horny, kid, I'll spank your ass," she pointed her finger at him.
Ru sat up quickly and rubbed his eyes. He gave a lazy smirk. "Easy, priestess. I'm not going to jump on you."
Anaxarete stopped, looking surprised. "Priestess?"
Ru leaned back against the pillows and gave a little grin. "Wow, the holy witch cares about virginity. What's the need for magic anyway? You're focused on sharing moral guidance."
Anaxarete stood there, arms crossed, and a slow, calculating look appeared in her eyes. "Look who's talking. Now, get up! The dishes are piling up."
Ru sat forward, his enthusiasm waning. "You were supposed to teach me magic..." He sounded a little disappointed.
Anaxarete softened her expression slightly as she approached the bed. "Don't be impatient." She sat and ruffled his hair.
"We'll see."
Ru got out of bed, grabbed the clothes he had thrown around, and left the room. His destination was the café's kitchen. After the dishes, he'd mop the floor. Then he'd put on his apron and work as a waiter. Just like every day.
"I've worked enough. Now teach me magic," he said the next day.
"No, you haven't worked enough. The laundry is still there. Go wash it," Anaxarete ordered.
"To hell with you and your training," Ru had started to say, but Anaxarete chased him with her broom.
A few days later, Anaxarete caught Ru rifling through his personal belongings. She showed off her magic broom with impressive speed and precision and demonstrated its attack power by testing it on Ru.
On the tenth day, Anaxarete caught Ru applying black nail polish.
"You stole my nail polish, little thief."
"Just the nail polish," Ru said, grinning.
"Oh, you really think I didn't see that the cash box was empty?" Anaxarete said.
"You lost another one of your earrings about five minutes ago," Ru said with a smile, pointing at his ear. He was wearing an Anaxarete earring.
"They say I'm the wicked one, but you're the one who's downright evil," Anaxarete said, exasperated.
"Don't exaggerate, my dear," Ru said, continuing to apply the nail polish. Anaxarete was watching him.
"That's not how you do it," she finally said, unable to bear it.
"What do you mean?" asked Ru, and Anaxarete said, "Give it to me."
Then she took the polish and sat next to Ru.
"We'll start here. Our first lesson is charm spells," said Anaxarete, indicating where Ru should put his hand.
"Yay," said Ru excitedly.
Anaxarete was busy taking care of Ru's nails with acetone and a nail file. She was talking all the while.
"You're not a witch; you're not a woman. But you have a natural charm, a cuteness. We need to add some charisma to that cuteness. And some muscle too. We'll start by bulking you up a bit."
"Oh, you're going to fatten me up and eat me."
"I'll muscle you up and eat you, sweetie," Anaxarete said, with a seductive smile.
"Okay," Ru said eagerly.
Anaxarete had a critical look in her eyes. "Your thing is your innocent look and voice. First, you need to stop talking like a fool. A soft answer turneth away wrath; remember that."
"Yeah."
"No 'yeah,' you'll say 'yes.' You'll read books out loud. And of course, poetry. By the way, the nail polish is done. But your hair," Anaxarete said, giving him a concerned look and roughly tousling his hair. "You need to take better care of yourself."
"You make me work all day cleaning. What do you expect?" Ru asked mockingly.
Anaxarete ignored his complaint. "That was nothing, dear. Now you'll work nights too." Out of nowhere, she grabbed Ru's nose and started squeezing the pimple there.
Ru jumped, his hand flying to his face. "Ow! That hurts!"
Anaxarete's expression was unyielding. "Oh, shut up! Your pimple is red and swollen. Do you know how to apply nail polish but don't take proper care of your skin? But is the Great Ru like you?"
"How so?" Ru asked, holding his nose.
"He is a lowly whore," Anaxarete said with a dirty grin.
"You really love the original me." Ru frowned.
"Calm down, sweetheart," Anaxarete stated, working on a special care cream. "I love you both."
Ru nervously asked the question he'd been thinking about for a long time. "Which personality will emerge when the King and I unite?"
"Sweetie, ask that noob doctor about that. "
"He still doesn't believe me," Ru sighed.
"Why doesn't he believe it? Because you're not convincing enough," Anaxarete criticized, also putting the care cream on Ru's face with her fingers. "If you're attractive enough, everyone will believe anything you say."
"So you're suggesting I seduce my doctor?"
"You bet! But one person is never enough..." While she creamed and rubbed Ru's face, she started talking in a sweet voice. "Everyone who looks at you and hears your voice should be fascinated."
"Oh, come on!" Ru rolled his eyes.
"Sweetie, if you are aware, I am preparing you for the apocalypse show," Axarete said. She took his face in her hands and forced him to look in the mirror. "And you are a musician."
"Beauty in a doomsday show?" Ru looked at his own glowing skin. "And music?"
"You obviously don't understand. I say it again," Anaxarete responded, holding his arms tightly and resting her chin on his shoulder. "Your magic power is fueled by three key sources: your talent, voice, and charm."
Ru shuddered for a moment but didn't show it. "Will I be someone's concubine?" he asked with a grin.
"You're a king, Lirui," Anaxarete said, looking into his eyes at the mirror. "And a king can only be with a king."
"Queen?" Ru raised an eyebrow. "What will happen to her?"
"Hmm, I would be delighted if you crowned me queen," Anaxarete remarked, releasing Ru and touching up her lipstick.
Ru got up from the ottoman and left her alone in the mirror. "I'll try to fix that old piano of yours," he said. As he moved towards the door, he came to a halt, turned, and questioned, "You're absolutely sure I don't have any sigils on me, right?"
"Yes, honey," Anaxarete replied, applying perfume.
She looked in the mirror as the door closed. After brushing her hair, she took out her oyster shell-shaped pocket mirror and muttered, "Heise."
"Here I am," Heise smiled in the mirror and said, "I'm listening to you, baby."
"I can't find any traces of the genie on his body," Anaxarete explained with a faint smile.
"Have you looked at his eyes? What about his tongue? Maybe the inside of his ear? I won't give any more examples," Heise said with a haughty look.
"Honey, believe me, he was brave and patient enough for a sixteen-year-old. But like I said, he doesn't have what you want," Anaxarete answered with determination.
“As for me, it exists but is non-activated,” Heise said, applying oil to his lock of hair. "Tell him more about the genies. Maybe the sigil needs a spark."
"Amazing, you expect everything from me," Anaxarete teased.
"Baby, you know. I'm a little busy lately," Heise started. While brushing his hair with care, he searched for any signs of wrinkles on the witch's face in the mirror. "An agreement has been reached with Lord Dekaris without my awareness." When he seemed to see one or two, he continued. "So I need to prepare a special invitation to the game. All so that the Almighty Ru doesn't reject your offer."
"He will accept," Anaxarete said, lighting a cigarette and blowing the smoke into the mirror. "Because he has no choice."
“We'll see,” Heise said with a sly grin.
“See you later,” Anaxarete said and closed the clamshell.
Ru quietly withdrew from the door with the information he had obtained by acting stealthily. His next plan was to steal the oyster shell.
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