The final service was a head massage. The beautiful elf had her guest rest his head on her thighs and slowly pressed his head with both hands.
The wind over the grass sounded like a gentle melody, while the fragrant flowers around him were like fine wine. All these "suggestions" allowed his soul to relax.
To enhance the restful effect, Kallen had even deliberately hypnotized himself, making the illusion's deception feel as real as possible.
In the end, however, it still left something to be desired. The illusion was simply too low-level, its presentation too deliberate, making it feel rather like giving himself eye exercises.
It was not even as good as the experience of lying injured in bed while Blanche carefully treated him.
At least then, he had been completely relaxed in both body and mind. As Blanche used special tweezers to remove pieces of charred skin from his body, it had felt as though she were cleaning his ears.
Hm?
Kallen shook his head gently. Why had he thought of that, as though being injured were something enjoyable?
He rested his fingertips lightly against his forehead. After everything he had experienced, his mind had developed calluses; continuing to maintain fresh, sensitive perceptions in reality had become rather difficult.
His other hand unconsciously made a few stroking motions. He began to miss the sensation of stroking Puer's back after she jumped into this spot.
When the mind became detached from reality, it always needed a hook to pull the two back together and stitch them up again.
Perhaps that was also why he had been too unmotivated to go home when Puer and the others had been away a while ago.
These slight movements puzzled the Abyss Goddess Cleric. She had "served" many guests, and even after a "relaxation