Chapter 7 (1/2)

Chapter 7

All was proceeding smoothly

Even by Julian’s standards, Auvalire’s reserves are unfathoic is sufficient to arenesis he has witnessed only a handful of tireat skill That she would have the saination

He chooses not to elaborate on it, content with proud adirl before him

The subject of his handiwork is splayed upon a chair, gasping for breath Her beautiful, slender legs are joined closely together, hands fir her breast; the incessant heaves of her considerable bust exude a captivating allure Her alabaster skin is tinged with a seductive pink, and her eyes had lost their focus entirely, staring blankly into the ceiling In this instant, Julian feels that his efforts are entirely vindicated [1]

For the unknown onlooker, there isthe truth wouldn’t make much of a difference either

“I … this is …”

Breathing gently, Auvalire finally recovers fro in the fresh air and the firelight The warives off a sensation of co, pulsating, within her chest cavity – e an inimitable vitality

“How does it feel, being huain?”

Julian’s voice awakens her fro to her hair and clothes in the process Though a corporeal form is not as convenient as an ethereal one, it is what Auvalire is most satisfied with The loneliness, chill, and despair that she’d experienced as a soul was unbearable; a real body, replete eight and warmth, is her heart’s desire

“Very good, Mister … Julian”

Auvalire is a little embarrassed, and understandably so Who could blah she’d followed Julian’s commands almost instinctively just now, her expression was still fresh on her mind … sure, it hadn’t been intentional, but ultiardless of the sophistication of her studies and the strength of her will [2]

“Ah, I guess that's not quite right either Technically, though you have the appearance of a human, your body is not truly so”

Julian places a cup of tea in front of Auvalire, who picks the vessel up like a rare piece of treasure Lightly caressing the ri a s for thirty years, it is the best-tasting tea in the world She does not lose herself in the enjoy the implication behind Julian’s words, Auvalire raises her head in the expectation of further explanation

“I think you feel it yourself, too, at least for now”

Julian points at her chest; Auvalire raises her hands reflexively again, but luckily the young h” the second time Even Auvalire herself is apprehens

ive about the palpitations in her chest – how could a heart, of all things, be their origin?

“I created a core for your soul, a focal point Using that as a nucleus, I wove this huical reserves, of course From the outside, there should be no difference; you have a tee as a nor to your will”

His eyes trained on Auvalire, Julian continues his explanation

“Naturally, your ability to digest food is still functional, though it’s no longer a necessity; to stabilize your ic, and keep your body free of probleic weakens, your body too will crumble … if that comes to pass, you will return to your existence as a soul once more”

“But, I’m not a wizard” Auvalire picks up instantly “I do not kno to meditate…”

“Neither do I kno to teach you” Julian shrugs

“As I’ve said, I aht, not a wizard; I am unversed in their esoterica Thus, I have no personal words of advice for you on theI can say is, well, that your inability to cast spells puts a lily abundant reserves of voidon for at least a decade and a half”

These last words put a stop to Auvalire’s objections, but fro, Julian is sure that the princess has definite intentions of resu the discussion with a wizard at some point

“Now comes the focus of our transaction, Miss Auvalire”

The girl straightens her body i down the teacup in her hands Her gaze is filled with a silent intensity