Chapter 51: SLAP not SPANK!

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"I see. You cannot. Your silence is the answer." Roy said, his lips drooping morosely. "Only if I was stronger, this wouldn't have come to pass. But then again, before today I didn't even know that there were monsters like you out there. How was I supposed to fight a monster? How was I supposed to save my family instead of just being a witness to this tragedy? It's not fair. It's not fair in the slightest."

Henry smiled mirthlessly at him before dropping the [Spirit Sword] on the floor.

"By being all powerful. You are a monster too now." He commented and teleported away, leaving his legendary blade in the hands of an ordinary 11 year old boy.

Roy with his eyes wide and hand trembling, picked up the luminous sword. He couldn't help, but laugh maniacally as power coursed through his veins like warm sunlight. He felt like he could take on the world. And maybe he would, who knows.

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Daphne Greengrass was many things, depressed and suicidal wasn't one of them. No sir, not even a little bit.

So, why was she standing on the ledge of the Astronomy Tower?

…Maybe she was a bit suicidal and a little depressed. BUT the main reason for her standing on the precipice between life and death was the overwhelming need to see Henry again. It had been almost half a year since she last saw him. And she couldn't go on a single more moment without knowing if the little boy she met on the train was even alive. The fear of him being dead somewhere in a ditch was gnawing at her heart.

But what if he really was dead? Then who would save her from the fall?

Daphne shrugged her shoulders at the internal question.

'It's not like I will miss anything. Life is overrated anyway.' Daphne thought somberly. Her lips quirked up in a humourless smile. Her pale face shone in the light of the full moon and her blonde hair gently blew along the soft gust of wind. Her deep blue eyes were filled with melancholy as she sighed wistfully.

"Why not be free?" she thought with a strange giddiness.

But what about Tracey?

At that sudden thought her body froze with indecision. Would she really do that to her girlfriend? Would she really leave a broken and miserable girl behind her?

"You know, I am almost tempted to push you off the ledge just to see you scream girlishly." A familiar voice startled her. She yelped and unintentionally moved forward. If not for the hand gripping the back of her robe, she might have fallen down.

Thankfully, she was still standing on the ledge and wasn't a red paste on the ground.

The hand which was steadying her, violently pulled her back. She stumbled back and landed on her arse.

"Ow! You could be gentle, you know. You don't have to be so rough all the time." Daphne couldn't help but comment as the black haired boy stepped from behind her and stood in front of her.

Did she feel proud at making that innuendo and making him sigh in exasperation? Yes, she did.

"I don't know what to do with you. A part of me wants to hug you tight and never let go while the other part wants to strangle you until you stop breathing." Henry mumbled, offering his hand.

Daphne grinned happily and clasped his hand with hers and let him pull her to her feet.

"I think you are still too young to try the strangling kink."

"Merlin! If I hear one more lewd joke, I will really slap you." Henry replied, narrowing his eyes. If possible, Daphne's grin grew wider.

"Oh, my baby brother wants to spank me. Should I get on my knees and elbows and pull down my knickers? You would like that, won't you?" Daphne asked huskily, linking her arms around his neck.

"I said SLAP not SPANK, you bloody pervert!" Henry exploded. Daphne burst out laughing and pulled him in her embrace. The humorous atmosphere disappeared soon as she desperately clung to him. Henry gently rubbed her back and she relaxed a bit.

"I am really interested to see the drama when I tell Tracey you were going to jump to your death." Henry commented nonchalantly as they pulled back, his gleaming eyes showing his obvious displeasure at her drastic action. Daphne paled and looked at him pleadingly.

"Please don't."

Henry let her squirm for a bit before nodding.

"Fine! But on one condition." Henry interrupted before she could start celebrating.

"Sure, sure. I will have sex with you." Daphne said with a straight face, unbuttoning her robe.

"You know, I am amazed that you can still joke when you are in so much trouble. Let me see you joking when Tracey hears about this." Henry glared at her in annoyance, his gaze not dropping down to her bra clad boobs. Daphne pouted and covered herself again before sighing.

"Fiiiine. I will keep my mouth shut." she grumbled and crossed her arms under her chest provocatively, making the curves of her breasts pop out more in front of his eyes. But unfortunately for her, Henry wasn't interested in the female form yet and easily resisted her.

"Good girl. Now you can start by telling me why you were so ready to accept death." Henry said, grabbing her arm and pulling her down on a comfy sofa which definitely wasn't there a moment ago.

"Did you just conjure a fucking sofa?" she asked in amazement as they sat side by side with his arms around her. She unconsciously leaned against him which was funny since he was a head shorter than her. He huffed before flicking her on the earlobe.

"I asked a question. And when someone asks you a question, you answer them and not respond with a question."

"Ow! You can use your fingers in a far…" she stopped short at his murderous glare.

"I dare you, I dare you to finish that sentence." he said tartly.

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