Chapter 33

                                    

                                          
Arimia nodded. "She is."
                          
Ansela jumped to her feet. The bedsheet was about to fall, but Ansela held it and lifted her head to Arimia. "B- But, how did she know you?"
                          
"We both were disciples of Vedanu Clan and the master treated us like his own daughters. And we were very close."
                          
"Close?" Ansela narrowed her eyes.
                          
"Ah, not the way you think." Arimia chuckled. "Suki is homophobic. But we were very close, like sisters."
                          
"Oh."
                          
"Yes, and master taught us everything he knows because he wanted us to be his perfect daughters. That's why I have such a strong connection with him. For other sorcerers, the master is such a... Cold king."
                          
"But Suki was Hafinna's-"
                          
"She had to do so, to save her Clan."
                          
"Huh?"
                          
"it's a long story."
                          
"I'd love to listen to that story."
                          
"No, Ansela. There are some stories that you better not listen to it ever."
                          
"But-"
                          
"No buts." Arimia shook head. "Now let's put this powder into the wound."
                          
Ansela hummed, sitting again on the bed. And that was when she remembered that the bed sheet around her head had loosened. She quickly covered her body.
                          
"Finally, you remembered about it." Arimia chuckled, placing in the lead of the vial on the table. Ansela got a sudden interest in the floor as she turned Scarlet.
                          
"But before I put this powder into the wound. You better clean it up or let me clean. What would you prefer?" Arimia is
                          
Ansela choked in her breath and started coughing. She put the t-shirt on, staying under the bedsheet and ran to the bathroom.
                          
Before she enter the bathroom, Arimia spoke. "don't wash the wound."
                          
Arimia let the suppressed laugh out, tears of joy running through her cheeks. "Ansela, why you are like that?" she whispered between laughs. "I never expected this. But it is so damn easy to tease you."
                          
About fifteen minutes later, Ansela put her head out of the bathroom's door.
                          
"Yes?" Arimia asked like she was the most innocent human being in this world.
                          
Ansela turned scarlet. "Give me that." she pointed at her backpack on the table.
                          
"Oh, that one?" Arimia picked the backpack. "it is too heavy. Is this filled with stones?"
                          
"Just give it to me, please."
                          
Arimia handed the backpack. Ansela smiled and put her head back. Arimia fell onto a chair, laughing out loud. "Ansela, is this really you?" she asked between laughs.
                          
"Yes I am." because the voice came up behind her, Arimia jumped up in the air about feet.
                          
"You were laughing at me, weren't you?" she threw a backpack onto the table.
                          
"Maybe." Arimia grained ear to ear. "Teasing you is so easy. I have never thought that."
                          
Ansela frowned, sitting on the bed and she pulled the t-shirt down. The ivory skin revealed slowly, shining and the light in the room.
                          
"Mh..." Arimia made a sound. "Did you wash the wound?"
                          
"no."
                          
"Let me check." Arimia placed a hand on her shoulder and squeezed slowly. Instead of being wet and sticky, it was slippy, soft and dried. Arimia nodded and took the vial on the table. "Good. Now, don't move. I'm going to put this."