Chapter 71

"Are you all right, Milord?" She asked, her palm resting on his face. The fire had not burnt him as it should have, despite the fact that his skin was purple and blazing hot to the touch. He must have used magic to keep his body cool in the heat, and she watched as he gradually healed from his wounds.

"Don't worry, I'm OK." He shifted his focus to his forearms. Allow the witch to help herself if she so desires. The flames had burned his black clock sleeves up to his elbows, and the exposed flesh was freckled with fire blisters. Evidently, his abilities had not completely protected him from injury. If that fire had been allowed to burn for much longer, it may have killed him.

"Can you tell me how you accomplished that, milord? 'What do you want me to do?' The green-haired witch asked, his gold-red eyes staring at him with something else she couldn't quite put his way. She was on the verge of asking him to take her. Instead she added, "...The fact that you were able to accomplish