Pointing my index finger at a frightened Ivan, I moved my lips and let out little whispers.
My words manifested and took the form of a Spell. Invisible waves flew from my pointer and were sent to Ivan in a fraction of a moment.
“GUARKKKKKK!!!”
The target yelled out in pain, sending loud noise reverberating across the lounge, even the stairs.
People felt his pain from a distance, but I couldn’t care less. After a few seconds of screaming out, afflicted by something no one could see, Ivan collapsed.
THUD!
I made way for his body to fall to the ground, completely powerless to break the fall. Everyone could see from where they stood... Ivan had fallen unconscious.
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After the little mishap, I gave a sharp glare to Ivan’s minions and went to my room. Those who occupied the stairs instantly parted ways and gave me more than enough room to transverse.
My eyes darted to Stefan. Apparently, he had been watching my fight with Ivan. Just as before, it seemed like he wanted to say something, but was hesitant about it.
‘Just be quiet, Stefan... I’m not in the mood!’ My mind snapped.
‘I had no choice...’
Of course, that wasn’t true— but I took solace in that excuse.
KNOCK
KNOCK
I heard steady bangs on my door. A feeling of annoyance welled up within me. My body was in no shape to move anywhere, yet why was I being disturbed.
Sighing, I sluggishly stepped out of bed and moved to answer the knock— just in case it was important.
“Yyess, who’s the-?”
My tired voice stopped midway upon realizing no one was standing at the other end. I had opened the door to no one!
‘Which bastard did this?!’ My inner self went wild with fury.
Was I already so tired that I was experiencing audible hallucinations? No, there was no way. Someone had definitely knocked! They must have scurried off the moment they did this. My mind was seething in annoyance, wondering who would have the gall to do such a thing after experiencing my match with Ivan.
The burning anger within me melted the moment my eyes fell to the ground and I saw a container with a note affixed to it. My eyes bulged instantly, recognizing the box that sat on the smooth surface of the floor.
“M-my lunch!”
My voice was emotional as I nearly broke down seeing such a miraculous existence. I had never been as grateful in both my lives for seeing food. I felt an odd feeling of nirvana at that moment and slowly moved to touch the item, making sure I wasn’t hallucinating.
‘It’s real!’