The next morning, Mart was sitting in his desk chair, because he didn't want to leave the room until after the weekend when he would tacitly announce the end of his successful seclusion, after which he would appear before the students as a demonic sorcerer at the midpoint of the fourth rank.
The door opened carefully and then closed.
Mart stood up and Menna ran towards him. He hugged Menna tightly and kissed her deeply.
"I see you've been practicing absorbing demonic energy. Mid-level of the first rank."
"I'm still weak." You have to protect me," Menna said in her relaxed and somewhat flirtatious tone.
"I'm fine with that. I'll protect you as long as I live," Mart said with a smile.
Mart walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, then Menna sat on Mart's lap.
"Mart, I just came to say hello. Besides, Iristel already told me what you want to do," Menna said with a mischievous smile.
Mart caressed Menna's cheek, kissed her, and said,
