The Legend of Seven Days and Seven Nights 1/2

In the early morning, dappled golden sunlight streamed through the windowpanes into the room, and Samael slowly opened his eyes.

Across from her, her flowing hair, like emerald leaves, cascaded over her shoulders, and faint red marks stained her fair skin, a testament to the lingering effects of the previous night.

The muscles pressing against her arm provided a supple and full touch. The huntress lay quietly on her side, like a graceful lioness taking a nap in her territory.

The smooth back, the taut muscles, and the fragrance of grass in the air made Samael's mind wander even as soon as he moved.

Noticing the subtle movement around her, Atalanta turned her body slightly and glanced indifferently at the claws that were touching her chest.

Samael's face stiffened, and he coughed and forced a smile.

"Cough cough, you're awake?"

"Um..."

"Shall we get up?"

Atalanta looked up at the sun rising halfway in the sky outside the window, then lowered her eyelids.

"It seems like it's still early..."

"Then, shall I sleep a little longer?"

"Good!"

The lioness readily agreed, then licked her cherry lips and, without further ado, rolled over and got up, instantly creating an ambiguous atmosphere in the room, her intentions self-evident.

At noon, the two figures looked at each other.

The humanoid prey, who had been pinned down by the lioness, decided to fight back in order to demonstrate the will of humankind. He fought hard and overthrew the feline beast, ultimately achieving a great victory and showcasing humankind's subjugation of felines.

Not long after, the lioness, not to be outdone, regained control, and the fierce beast's power remained undiminished.

As night fell, the two figures, now quiet, entered the bathroom and soaked together in the large bathtub, letting the water wash over their skin.

An awkward atmosphere filled the air, and a stalemate formed between them.

Samael grimaced as he touched the bruises on his body, noticing the throbbing pain from the scratches on his back, and broke the silence with a dry cough.

"This isn't right. We haven't even eaten all day."

"Yeah, I didn't even go out to say hello to everyone..."

Atalanta emitted a muffled nasal sound, as if reflecting on her own lapse in composure.

As time passed, the water in the pool rippled slightly, and the two figures unknowingly leaned together. Samael looked at the full moon outside the window, his eyes wandering.

"But it's already evening, isn't it?"

"That's true..."

"Then we..."

"One more time..."

"Just once, it's a deal..."

As night deepened and the stars outside the window faded into darkness, the battle reignited amidst the splashing water in the steamy bathtub inside.

On the third day, I woke up to find the sun high in the sky.

Atalanta arrived at the door, glanced out the window, and saw the blazing sun shining warmly on her skin. She turned around and murmured to herself.

"It's already noon, and it seems a bit hot outside. Are you hungry?"

"I'm not hungry, how about you?"

"Me too..."

"Then, during the lunch break?"

"That's true, let's go back to sleep..."

Immediately, the door, which had just been pulled open a crack, was closed again, and the window shook violently, as if it were a railing being repeatedly rammed by some ferocious beast.

As the sun sets and the moon rises, night falls, and the lamp on the table inside the house illuminates the shadows of two people who have unknowingly approached.

"It's so late again? Everyone's asleep, so what should we do..."

"Smack!"

The lamps, which had only been lit for ten minutes, seemed to have been blown out and knocked over by something, leaving behind a trail of sounds of chaos.

Day 4.

"I didn't sleep well last night, I need to catch up on sleep tomorrow..."

"Yes, to catch up on sleep."

Day .

"Heaven..."

"Together?"

The sixth day.

"Heaven..."

"Bang!"

The seventh day.

"..."

"..."

After seven days of in-depth communication, the two understood each other perfectly with just a glance and naturally grew closer.

"Bang!"

However, just as the distance was about to become negative, a dull rumble and an angry roar came from the stone wall.

"You two! Are you ever going to stop?! Can't a person get some sleep?! Can't a person get some sleep?!"

At this moment, one of the victims living next door had bloodshot eyes and was in a state of manic depression, wishing he could immediately pick up a spear and rush to the other side to chop people up.

"Caenis, it can't be that bad, it can't be that bad..."

Circe rushed over in a panic, grabbed her roommate's leg by the door, and offered advice with a pained expression.

"Seven days! A full seven days! Do you know what I've been through these seven days? Not a moment's peace, not a single moment's peace!"

"Isn't there soundproofing Magecraft?"

"You even said that the noise was so loud that even soundproofing Magecraft couldn't withstand it! Let me go!"

"Don't be angry, don't be angry, I'll add another layer, another layer."

"I'm so irritable right now, I can't sleep!"

"Then, shall I mix some sleeping Magic Potion?"

"They've all thrown up! No, I can't take it anymore, I have to go and find out what happened tonight! I..."

"Bang!"

With a dull thud, the frenzied Caenis, who had just burst open the door with her spear in hand, abruptly stopped, her eyes rolled back, and she swayed and collapsed.

At that moment, the door to the next room creaked open, and Samael peeked out furtively. When he saw the prosecutor lying face down on the ground with his buttocks sticking out and a large bump on his head, the defendant was taken aback.

Immediately, Circe, with her fierce little face, hurriedly dropped the Nether Moon Staff, which had been her murder weapon, with a clang. Surprisingly, a look of relief at surviving the ordeal appeared in her colorful eyes.

Samael coughed and touched the bridge of his nose, his gaze wandering.

"Um, are you alright?"

"It's okay, it's okay, she'll be fine after a nap, you guys continue, you guys continue."

Startled Circe, Circe quickly waved her hand, and while speaking, she pulled her roommate by the leg and dragged her into the room with difficulty.

Because it was dark and the Witch had limited physical strength, Caenis, who was being pulled along, inevitably stumbled and bumped around.

The head first slammed into the threshold, then the tables, chairs, and floor inside the room scraped together with a loud thud, and ornaments and miscellaneous items made a series of crackling noises, countless of them hitting the victim.

Even Samael instinctively covered his face, unable to bear to look.

Upon hearing the creaking sound of the door closing next door, Circe, who was huddled in the corner of the room, finally breathed a sigh of relief and patted her chest with a look of relief.

Thank goodness, I'm safe and sound. Otherwise, if I had angered that guy, I would have been eaten!

Immediately, the Great Witch glanced at Caenis, who was lying on the bed with a bruised and swollen face, and hurriedly put soundproofing Magecraft on the two guest rooms, layer upon layer, and did not forget to add a suppression spell and two binding spells to her irritable roommate.

Even for safety reasons, Circe crouch in front of the bed, staring intently at the unconscious victim.

After a while, the Great Witch thought about it and felt it was still a bit too risky, so she simply placed her Nether Moon Staff on her roommate's head, ready to knock him unconscious at any moment.

Meanwhile, Samael and Atalanta sat on the bed, looking at each other awkwardly.

"Good night, get some sleep..."

"Yeah, get some sleep..."

Immediately, the two breathed a sigh of relief. One used Magecraft to clean the bedding, while the other squatted down and made a makeshift bed on the floor.

After a few moments of activity, Samael and Atalanta each lay down in their blankets, glanced at each other subconsciously, then looked away guiltily, turned their backs to each other, and closed their eyes.