Life of Magic With a Talkative Heart-Chapter 141: In Flagrante Delicto

Cyril grabbed his neck, the spot where two small puncture marks remained.
Luce's cheeks flashed deep red. On her pale face it was particularly visible.
"What... is this? Wow." White mist escaped her lips with each word.
Her eyes slowly focused, staring at him as an alcoholic would at the premium quality wine.
"Your blood is incredible! Is it the taste of a human noble?"
Cyril moved his arms, not a hint of damage on them. Though Luce didn't seem to notice his regeneration.
She simply stared at his face with a certain fanaticism.
"...I am sure Anna wouldn't mind if I took a sip from time to time. Friends should share with each other! My, what a good choice she made."
Luce walked closer, wiping the drool off her mouth. She moved with a single purpose, not using her overwhelming speed or any other ability.
As if not expecting an attack at all, she walked all the way up to him, scanning his body with a feverish hunger.
Cyril, casually, threw a punch right at the vampire's head.
Luce's body turned into a blur, effortlessly evading the attack.
It was worth a try...
He flatly observed as she distanced herself.
Luce rubbed her chin, staring at him with puzzlement.
"Another thing. How did you throw me off?" she asked, barely containing her urge. "How are you not turned yet?"
Cyril didn't reply, staring her down while attempting to think of something.
Was it you?
"Of course! I have to say vampires are fascinating monsters. She just injected a sort of virus into your body. I neutralized it, but there is so much data in there! I feel inspired!"
...Don't get too distracted.
"I'll try. But I feel there'll be something incredibly useful here."
Thinking of something, Cyril looked down at the rags he was wearing as his shirt, then grabbed them and tore them out completely.
"Oh!" Luce's red eyes gained infinitely more hunger as she wiped more drool from her mouth.
"What's this? Are you making an offering?"
He endured the frustration these words gave him and stretched his hand forward.
A red magic circle formed in front of him, its glow holding a peculiar sense of majesty.
It was followed by a flash of light covering Cyril's body. After which his body was dressed once again in the academy uniform.
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However, this one appeared somehow different. The stitching appeared to be made from a golden thread. Its fabric was the most luxurious silk the world had seen.
Just looking at this jacket filled you with a sense of confidence.
"...That's illusion magic, right?" Luce asked, weakly clapping a few times at the result.
Her face didn't look particularly impressed.
"I've asked Alvin about it. That castle you made for the children really surprised me. Apparently, I should be wary, lest you catch me in an illusion."
She scanned him from top to bottom, a mean smirk appearing on her face. Her eyes became even more confident of her victory now.
"But it seems all you can do is make clothes to save some face! Ahaha! Though I say you could've stayed without it. I liked it."
She raised her head a little higher, staring at him like he was below her on the hypothetical ladder of life.
"This bloodsucking bitch!"
Calm down. This is the intended effect.
"I'll give her something to suck soon enough. Just hold on for a little while."
...Okay.
Luce snapped her fingers, and a dark bat once again split from her.
Cyril glanced at his arm that no longer had a bracelet, brief worry appearing in his heart.
I no longer regenerate mana. Can't stall for too long.
Steeling himself, he cast another spell. This time he didn't release the magic circle just yet.
He held the spell just before activation, sending Luce a provocative glance.
"Ha! What else can you do? Let's not kid ourselves. A human brat like you has nothing against a truly superb being. Just give up!"
Luce helplessly spread her hands to the side, shaking her head with pity.
"Is that how members of the church behave? I guess the Empire is doing us all a favor by suppressing it," Cyril casually said, ignoring the infuriated screams of Rhamn in the background.
A vein popped on Luce's head. Her expression froze, soon twisting in more hatred. She stared at him like he killed her whole family.
Her body blurred, disappearing from place.
Cyril activated the spell, punching in the direction he foresaw.
In the split moment she appeared beside him, Luce smirked, her form becoming a dark cloud.
"…!"
But as his fist phased through her, that smile froze. His hand soon was enveloped by fire.
Another explosion rang out in the empty building.
Cyril took a few steps back, staring at his singed hand.
Soon the flesh around it regrew. All the damage soon disappeared.
Don't heal me anymore.
"…Okay. I'll be finished with my research soon."
The mana required to regenerate was high, and he couldn't afford to lose much.
Morpho soon landed at his shoulder, twitching her antennae with frustration. The bat that gave her so much trouble disappeared with the sound of the explosion.
Both of them stared at the vampire, her visage visible as the smoke cleared.
Luce's robe was burned in places, revealing her pale skin. She kneeled on the ground, her face twisted in pain.
Her hand and a part of her shoulder were burned black.
Luce quickly grabbed at her claws at the singed parts, scratching at them until blood started flowing.
In a mere moment that blood flooded her arm, then receded. What remained was a completely healed body.
"Tsk." Cyril clicked his tongue at the sight, too slow to act on the opening.
"Are you, perhaps, from Lapis? Or just suicidal?" Luce mockingly said as she got up.
Her red eyes regained their former vigilance. As if cleared from fog, she stared at him with renewed focus.
Then, her red eyes widened as she scanned his unharmed body.
"…How are you completely fine? And why is your hand not in pieces?"
You are fine, so why can I not be?
Today two hidden non-humans with regenerative powers met each other.
As they stared at each other with hostility, the door to this empty building was suddenly opened. Someone dashed in, looking around with urgency.
It was the bearded priest, Pete. At first alarmed, when he noticed Cyril, his face turned confused.
With the explosion, the illusion on his body vanished. Cyril stood there, not a wound on his body, his torso naked.
Pete then slowly glanced to the side.
"…!"
His confusion now turned to shock.
Luce stood there with an awkward face, her robe torn. Also not a single wound on her body. She managed to quickly change her hair back to black and retract her claws. Only there was no time to find her blindfold, so she simply closed her eyes.
"…"
But before any of them could say anything, another person ran in, intense worry on her face.
It was Anna, her worried face soon becoming blank.
With her arrival, Luce's face paled. For the first time, she showed panic.