In the underground of the House Crimson, the basement.
In a dark corridor, two footsteps echoed.
"Heh, My Love, what should we do about him?" Rahu asked, tightening his grip on Ophelia's waist. Ophelia's smile turned wicked.
"The cruelest torture, of course, and leave that to me. Hubby"
Ophelia pressed closer to his chest, breathing in his scent repeatedly.
After a few days of resting, Ophelia had woken up; her injury was, fortunately, unrelated to her soul. But the reason she woke up after Yveline was because of the lasting effects of the Holy Fire, which Solvane had used to gouge her eyes.
But Rahu had, of course, healed her fully the moment he had arrived; she was out because of the side effects of using her physique and the Celestia Divine Blade.
Speaking of the blade, Rahu turned towards her curiously.
"My Love, that blade you use. I'm sure it isn't from the Mortal Realm?"
