Chapter 82: Where Is the Old Movira?

Seraphina quickly walked deeper into the bedroom.

Movira’s chamber was still quite spacious.

“I’ve gone mad… I must have gone completely mad.”

She murmured softly, trying to cool her cheeks with the back of her cold hand, but it had little effect.

These complex and chaotic emotions left her restless.

In the end, she tiredly collapsed onto the bed.

Yet her gaze, as if bewitched, glanced toward Movira’s direction before quickly pulling away.

At that moment, Movira wasn’t looking at Seraphina.

Instead, she had turned her back, staring at the scenery outside the window.

In the days that followed, Movira indeed kept her word.

She began systematically teaching Seraphina magic.

She seemed to have truly reined in the invasive aggression that once made Seraphina’s heart race.

In its place was remarkable patience—truly like an older sister guiding her younger one.

These past few days, Seraphina hadn’t touched a single official document.

She was completely on vacation.

Except for the fixed daily sessions, the two would practice magic on a quiet terrace in the Demon King’s Castle.

For the current Seraphina, this had become the part of her day she looked forward to most.

Movira’s teaching method was direct and efficient.

If they weren’t in the Demon Realm, Seraphina would have thought she was a human mage!

Her understanding of the human magic system was profoundly deep.

As for the demon magic system…

…Seraphina didn’t even dare to imagine.

It seemed that going head-to-head with Movira had always been an extremely childish choice.

“Magic flow is like an extension of your body.”

“Rune structures…”

Occasionally, when Seraphina successfully cast even the weakest light spell or produced a small flame, Movira would always show an approving smile.

“Mmm, well done.”

This pure affirmation stirred a faint sense of accomplishment in Seraphina’s heart.

Perhaps in some moment, she even looked forward to earning more of that approval through her efforts.

This change left her fearful, yet unable to resist.

She kept reminding herself that this was merely a desire to learn new knowledge—nothing to do with Movira herself.

Of course, Movira hadn’t completely turned into a saint.

Her former personality couldn’t be entirely changed, after all.

She often took the opportunity under the guise of guidance to touch Seraphina’s body.

But Movira knew exactly how to hold back.

She would withdraw before Seraphina could flare up, as if it were all unintentional.

Seraphina had anger with nowhere to vent, only able to sulk in silence.

This afternoon’s practice allowed Seraphina to truly release a complete flame spell.

Though only fist-sized, it still possessed basic offensive power.

“That’s enough for now.” Movira’s voice was as usual. “You’re progressing quickly.”

Seraphina dispersed the flame and let out a soft breath.

The continuous mental focus left her somewhat fatigued, but far more satisfied.

…Not stable enough. When injecting magic, you should maintain an even flow…

“Mmm.”

She responded quietly.

A soft, cool handkerchief was held out before her.

Seraphina paused, looking up at Movira.

“Use this.”

Movira’s tone was natural. “I’ve prepared some snacks in the bedroom. Go rest for a while.”

Seraphina hesitated briefly, but in the end took the handkerchief.

The silky texture felt comfortable against her skin.

…Thank you.

She replied softly, clutching the used handkerchief tightly in her hand, unsure what words to use as accompaniment if she returned it.

“You can keep it. Tomorrow I’ll check your recent progress. Remember to review in advance.”

“Oh…”

Seraphina watched Movira’s turned back.

In the end, she didn’t return the handkerchief.

Back in the bedroom, Seraphina had unconsciously begun treating Movira’s chamber as her own.

On the small table were indeed several delicate snacks and a pot of steaming floral tea.

Sweet but not cloying—the flavor she liked.

Quiet places always invite reflection.

These past few days felt like a bizarre dream.

Movira… had changed.

Or rather, she was showing Seraphina an entirely different side.

Patient, gentle, encouraging.

Where had that domineering, overbearing monster gone—the one who always forced her into submission with methods that left her ashamed and furious?

How could the controller who had used potions to remodel her body and keep her confined by her side now play the role of “big sister”?

Seraphina softly chewed over the word, complex emotions surging in her heart…

So absurd…

“No! That’s not right!”

She feared the next thought would drag her completely into the mire.

This must be Movira’s new trick—a more advanced, harder-to-detect tactic.

First use force to make her change against her will, then use gentleness to lower her guard.

In the end, the goal was still…

She recalled that day’s entanglement, the pleasure of her body being thoroughly explored and awakened.

Her cheeks instantly burned scorching hot.

What Movira wanted was definitely not a “little sister”!

But… why?

If it was only for that, she wouldn’t need to go to such lengths.

With her power, she could do it anytime…

Seraphina irritably clutched a handful of her hair.

She realized she completely couldn’t understand Movira’s actions.

When handling state affairs, analyzing situations, weighing pros and cons, and strategizing—she truly believed herself a genius.

But when it came to emotional entanglements…

…she was a complete and utter idiot!

She couldn’t sort out the threads, couldn’t guess what the other wanted next, and even her own heart had begun to waver.

“I really am… utterly hopeless!”

She slumped onto the bed in defeat, covering her eyes with her arm.

Perhaps, just as Movira had said, she had always been running away—escaping the changes in her body, escaping those unfamiliar desires, and most of all escaping this ambiguous relationship between them.

She somewhat wanted to go back to before.

To numb herself with endless documents.

She would rather face a room full of scheming demons and deal with hundreds of messes than spend one extra second analyzing what Movira truly wanted.

And why her own damned reactions had emerged—why she couldn’t control them.

These chaotic thoughts coiled around her like a python.

The more she struggled, the more irritated she became.

How had she ended up thinking so much!

Why hadn’t she thought this much just a few days ago?!

In this agitation, a hollow emptiness that had been deliberately suppressed for days quietly resurfaced.

It grew increasingly restless with the fluctuations of her mood.

“No… I can’t think about it…”

Seraphina abruptly sat up on the bed.

She didn’t understand why the topic had suddenly shifted from emotions with Movira to…

Was that really such a high priority?!

That even more troubling heat was quietly spreading from deep in her lower abdomen…