"And you still remember?" I was honestly impressed.
"Well, how could you forget your savior?"
"I didn't save anyone." My gaze turned to the window. The cherry red tree looked a bit smaller than the one in front of my window. I looked back at him.
"How come I didn't see you during dining time?" Something about him was off.
"I'm not allowed to go out of my room." His voice was filled with sadness. Pathetic. I walked to the chair at the end of the room, grabbed it, and placed it near the boy's bed before sitting down.
"You know, it's not that nice outside." I leaned into the chair and looked up at the ceiling. It was painted—a garden filled with flowers and trees, butterflies flying under the sunlight.
"I doubt that."
"Are you doubting me, kiddo?"
"Of course not, Lilith. And I'm 15. I'm not a kiddo."
"15?" I was speechless. Even though he was the same age as me, he was smaller and looked weaker.
"Yeah." He looked out of the window again.
"I've always had a weak body." He answered the question I hadn't even asked.
"Do you want to become strong?"
"Yes, but it's impossible."
"Nothing is impossible. I will train you."
As he heard me say I would train him, his gaze turned to me. His silver eyes shone with excitement and happiness, unlike how they had been just seconds ago.
"But I'm warning you, I won't go easy on you, nor am I going to allow you to skip a day of training."
"I understand, Lilith." I poked his cheek.
"Call me 'master' from now on." I joked, knowing he would refuse.
"Yes, master." My eyes widened in shock as he called me "master."
"It was a joke! Just call me Lilith."
"Can I call you 'Master Lilith' then?"
"Of course not."
"Why, master?"
"Stop, it's weird." I looked at him with disgust.
"Aww, master is mean." I slapped his back, only to regret it for a few seconds after he acted like it had nearly killed him. Such a fox.
To be continued...