"Mm."
With a light, satisfied sigh, the strange calls and tugs in the Scarlet Witch's mind finally faded away amid a rare moment of peace. She swayed her hair comfortably, cheeks flushed, then bent down and left a moist kiss on Murphy's forehead.
She then started to get up to wash, but Murphy reached out and caught her by the wrist. A gentle tug drew Grand Duchess Triss down beside him. She shed her usual aloofness and solemnity, curling up like a docile cat.
The two of them simply held each other, enjoying the peace and warmth that followed their fierce battle.
The bedroom that had once belonged to Salokdar was now a complete mess, ample proof of how terrifying the Scarlet Witch could be in her frenzied state. It was truly impressive that Lord Murphy had managed to fight her to a draw.
"Can you still hear that voice?"
Murphy asked softly.
He lay on his side, propping his head up with his left hand while his right gently traced the scars on Triss's back. It had become a habit of his, or perhaps a fixation. Triss used to resist, since the scars represented a painful chapter she found hard to bear. But Murphy never learned his lesson, so in the end, she had no choice but to let him.
"I can. Not only can I hear it, it's even clearer now."
Triss's eyes were half-closed. A little dazed, as if tipsy, she murmured in puzzlement:
"Only at times like this can I try to analyze what those voices mean without being disturbed. But honestly, I can't understand how it works.
"You said you have the Omega Program, which can suppress the power of the Warp. That's a normal case of one energy countering another. But why does what