The Imperial Magic Tower.
Vincrest G. T
“Ho- how long was I out?” The pink-haired woman asked Vincrest, who was beside himself with exhaustion and marvel.
Firstly, why the hell was he feeding a woman he had only met recently chicken soup? Secondly, why? Why had it been so important that she opens her eyes, so much so that he had spent days in his lab researching possible ways to hasten pain maintenance? And thirdly, why was it that now that she had awoken, he felt as though he could finally permit himself to relax?
She was but one woman, and his life already revolved around her; why?
“A few days, it is not that bad. What is the last thing you remember?” Vincrest asked, scooping the dull liquid in a spoon to feed her, all in an attempt to cease his racing mind.
“Remember?... Pain, i
