Freaking Name

[Ailith's pov ]

Sitting beside this humanoid creature, I could sense the complexity of its internal thoughts.

It seemed as he was trying to find answers, questioning the reality of his surroundings.

As a newborn with the intelligence of an adult, it was understandable for him to feel this way.

This creature found itself in a strange and unfamiliar world, and I didn't even know its name. Witnessing his birth from an egg, he utilized a living human to complete his incubation period.

The methods involved were disturbing and depraved, even for me.

Allowing him to roam freely would be dangerous. Although it was just an infant, its mentality was that of an adult, and it possessed a unique ability I needed to cure my sister's curse.

I can't risk giving it to the greedy government of humans who would exploit it as an experimental subject.

They would manipulate his minds, using it as part of their elite team. I couldn't let that happen.

Insteat of that I would guide and assist him on his journey. But before we could proceed, introductions were in order.

"I am Ailith, a witch," I revealed.

Upon hearing the word "witch," a wave of emotions and thoughts overwhelmed the creature, igniting its imagination.

It appeared excited like a child upon discovering something new. This excitement would undoubtedly lead us to surprises and adventures.

Continuing my introduction, I disclosed that I was a princess of the Witch Empire.

The creature, taken aback, became restless and began searching for something. I wasn't sure what it was seeking, so I allowed it to explore. However, after finding nothing, his red predatory eyes fixated upon my hand.

I sensed danger, but not to my life. It was a danger to my skin. I couldn't fathom how my skin could be perceived as a threat, but before I could fully comprehend the situation, the creature grabbed my hand. Its nail pressed against my skin, seemingly poised to break through and scratch deeply into the underlying layers.

A hint of redness appeared on my face, my face turning red like a tomato.

It was uncomfortable being touched by him but wait, he's not a man — he is a newborn baby.

How could I have such thoughts?

Nevertheless, the feeling of shyness remained, so I hesitated to free my hand, fearing he might throw a tantrum,

I suddenly felt his finger poking me. It felt as if he was trying to make a hole in my skin. Fortunately, his nails were short and he didn't exert too much force.

His fingers continued to move on my skin, his touch of rough hand made me feel uneasy but pleasant sensation.

I forcefully pulled back my hand, but his grip was surprisingly strong.

The feeling on my skin increas the loger his finger remain in touch with it , causing me to wonder about the reason of this euphoric feeling.

Does being touched by a man feel like this?

No, it wasn't that.

There is something else into it.

Despite feeling uncomfortable, I tried to find the reason.

his finger gently moved along my skin, as if writing something.

it created an oddly pleasurable sensation. A blush appeared on my face as his touch seemed to absorb my magical energy, refine it, purify it, and return it to my skin's nerves.

In response to that The blood flow in my hand improved, as well as muscle temperature causing me to relaxed my hand, alleviating tension. This exchange of pure energy increased my bliss.

"Ah," I instinctively moaned, enjoying the moment. All my discomfort vanished, and I desired more.

Unconsciously, I moved my other hand towards him, silently requesting the same treatment.

However, his hand abruptly stopped, and he looked at me with concern and anticipation, as if waiting for me to understand what he had written.

Realizing the situation I was in, I answered . "Sorry, can you do it again?" I asked, blushing at the realization of what I had spoken. "I mean, can you write on this hand? I didn't understand what you wanted to know."

Then a thought bloomed within me.

How did this creature learn to write? Did he absorb Ashborn's memories? No, that didn't seem right, otherwise, he would have known about witches. So, how did he learn? Maybe he absorbed Ashborn's memories of when he learned how to write. That must be the only explanation.

Unaware of when he had grabbed my other hand, he began writing on it.

This time, despite fighting against my euphoric feelings, I managed to read correctly what he wanted to know. He asked me to explain about this planet, this world.

As I came to this realization, another thought emerged — Ashborn had been pursuing me, trying to woo me. But surely this creature wouldn't continue it , right?

Should I ask him? No, what am I thinking? Dismissing my useless worries, I gazed into his eyes and gave him a sweet smile, fully aware of how I appeared with my blushing face and gentle smile.

"Do you have a name?" I asked, momentarily forgetting that he was just born and wouldn't have a name. To my surprise, he wrote a name on my hand.

His expression was as emotionless and confident as always, exuding an overwhelming and intimidating aura. He carried himself as if he were superior to me, but his intentions felt ordinary.

Unconsciously, he acted with a sense of superiority and wrote his name — a name as peculiar as this situation: "ONVER."