After the Light of Healing faded from his hand...
Mira sighed and took Noir's hand, touching it carefully as she checked for any remaining scratches. Concern filled her voice as she asked,
"Master, are you feeling well? Are you feeling any pain anywhere in your hand?"
"No," Noir replied, seeing Mira's beautiful yet concerned face.
She had light green hair mixed with some blond, light greenish-yellow eyes, and a wheat-toned complexion. She was tall, with big boobs and a good butt.
Seeing her, Noir thought to himself:
Mira… she has grown… she looks even more beautiful now… but healing magic? Ehh… I didn't know she had this affinity… as it's pretty rare to have this…
Pushing him out of his thoughts was his sister's voice.
"What happened, Noir? Why were you clenching your fist so hard that it bled this much? Your whole hand is covered in blood!"
Though she said that, Clara, the petite blue-haired maid, had already stepped forward, handing him a vitality potion and a blood-enhancing potion. Without waiting for permission, she directly opened his mouth and fed him.
Gulp~ Gulp~ Gulp~ Gulp~
"Ahhh… that was disgusting."
"What did you expect?" his elder sister said sarcastically while rubbing his back.
"Ahem… Sis, everyone… I'm okay. I don't feel any pain… though that potion was disgusting. Hahaha…"
Seeing him brush off the incident so casually, his elder sister became even more certain—he had faced many hardships in these past two years, where he had bled so much that he didn't even care anymore. His reaction to bleeding was indifferent, as if it didn't matter to him.
What happened to him…?
I don't know why… but something feels off…
The maids visibly relaxed, relieved that Noir was fine.
And Noir saw that.
This only made him more certain—he didn't want to involve them.
Just then, he felt a freezing cold gaze from behind him. It wasn't just him—his elder sister felt it too.
They turned around and saw Lara standing there with a small smile, holding a healing potion.
"Oh, Lara, I'm okay now, as you can see," Noir said.
With a small smile, she replied, "I can see that, Master."
"But… why were you bleeding, Master?"
"Nothing… just…"
"Just…?"
Everyone was eagerly looking at him, waiting for an answer.
Noir looked at them and felt deep regret.
What the fuck am I doing? Why am I losing my emotions again and again…? I keep making mistakes that put me in situations like this…
Noir sighed, stood up, and said, "I just remembered something… and that… just… put my mood in a bad place… Anyway… I'm tired… I'm going to my room…"
Looking at his silent sister, he added, "Sis, let's talk at dinner. I'm really tired."
And without waiting for anyone to say anything, he slipped away.
He quickly climbed stairs ,turned left ....and reached his room ,he turned the door knob
Click~
the door opened,he entered and closed the door behind him and then breathed a sigh of relief...
Turning around, he saw the "Pink World".
He saw the pink bed, pink walls, pink curtains, he cringed.
"Who the hell changed my bed and bedsheets? And why the hell are all the walls painted pink...? Ugh... this whole room is giving off girly vibes."
He sighed.
"Whatever... I just want a soft bed right now."
"My soft bed..." he murmured, and without another thought, he jumped straight onto it.
The moment his body sank into the mattress, a wave of comfort washed over him.
"Ahhh... this softness... this warmth..."
After years of sleeping on cold, hard stone, this mattress felt like a heavenly cloud had wrapped itself around him.
"Ahhhhhh~~..."
He let out a long, content sigh, melting into the comfort he had missed so dearly.
And he fell asleep...
"....."
It seems like ,after seeing his friends and family members ,his mind and heart has relaxed a lot.....that's why he is losing his emotions so often....
A voice came from Noir's mouth, but it wasn't quite his own.
His white hair slowly turned into pure black. His calm blue eyes darkened into a blackish-red. His healthy skin became slightly pale, and his already fair complexion turned even paler.
As Noir lay sleeping on his stomach…
His right hand moved, pressing against the bed. Then his left.
Slowly, he pushed himself up.
His gaze—cold.
His face—void of emotion.
If anyone saw him at that moment…
They would feel a fear creeping deep into their bones.
Getting off the bed, Noir stretched his muscles before stepping in front of the mirror. He gazed at his reflection, his fingers lightly touching his lips—one at the left corner, the other at the right. Slowly, he spread them apart, forcing a smile onto his face. But the result was unsettling—a twisted, eerie grin that sent a shiver down even his own spine.
His eyes flickered to the left side of the room, where a door stood closed. Dropping his forced smile, he moved toward it. Then, instead of entering, he leaned against the wall beside it, his posture relaxed yet calculated—one foot planted on the ground, the other resting against the wall. Arms crossed over his chest, he waited.
From beyond the door, the sound of water cascading filled the air. A soft, rhythmic patter.
Moments passed. Then, with a quiet creak, the door swung open. A figure emerged.
Without hesitation, Noir moved.
In an instant, his arm wrapped around the figure's waist, pulling them close. His other hand, fingers extended in a sharp, knife-like gesture, pressed lightly against the soft skin of their neck. His breath was steady, his voice low and chilling.
"Yell, and you die."
The figure was stunned, shocked, feeling both a firm force and warmth around her stomach… and a sharp, blade-like pressure against her neck.
Though she was shocked… and just as she was about to yell, she heard that cold, menacing voice. She had faced many enemies, many beasts… but this… this… this was the first time she had felt such an eerie chill and coldness in her heart. She hadn't even seen what was behind her, hadn't seen what he looked like or even what he was, but…
She knew.
She knew whatever was holding her hostage was dangerous.
Though her heart felt cold… and her heartbeat started racing, she calmed down. She clenched her fist and steadied herself. She knew from years of experience… in these situations, calmness is the only option. If she even made the slightest mistake, if she got afraid and yelled… she would die.
The thing behind her was not joking.
He was serious.
So, she started gathering mana in her hands, slowly, very slowly… If anybody saw her, they wouldn't even know she was manipulating mana right now. That's how adept she was at it.
As she was in Noir's grasp, and Noir was holding her from behind, he caught a scent… a fragrance.
A refreshing fragrance.
A soft touch brushed against his face… and it sent a chill down his spine. His body's hair stood on end.
His face was pressed against her beautiful, wet, platinum-blonde hair. Some droplets of water trickled onto Noir's face. He was smelling her raw, feminine scent—just after her youthful bath.