Isekai Journey Of The Magic Archer

There was nothing much in those black and white, colorless days aside from a crimson presence of regular blood.

That darkness inside has almost faded away with the love and affection I have received from the awesome people I have met in this life but, grandma knew and she tried her best to erase that darkness.

She is the reason I am a better human being now, even though I don\'t like calling myself one.

It still exists, in the deep dark corner of this warm heart, suppressed by her teachings. My desire to protect my family, and now... maybe also to be with this foolish witch.

I want to tell her everything about the past life I had, even though I know she has no interest in the past after hearing that warm reply after I told her about me being a reincarnation.

She had no particularly different reaction to that fact and she just continued to play with my hair as she had been on that bench.

She didn\'t care about others\' pasts. Her own was no good thing to talk about.

But she has already told me most of the things there are about her long, more than a hundred and twenty years of life in this small time we have been together.

She knew I knew most of the things about her, as well as the fact that she knew only small parts of just this life of mine.

She knew about me the most, after Lucy, Zoe, and Celes, of course.

But still, she didn\'t know the fact that I was in a forbidden forest, the fact that I have been nearly killed by a demonic beast in this life, the fact that my master was a divine beast, a high phoenix no less.

She had seen the bow-like mark on my soul, but she never questioned what it was. She was curious, and she knew my grandpa knew what this was, but still, she had no idea about what a [[( Soul Armament )]] was.

Well, there was no way she would know when she wasn\'t even able to separate her soul from the physical body yet.

She also didn\'t know the fact that Zoe was a young phoenix, nor the fact that I was a successor of a high phoenix. Or that... I was a stigma holder of a higher divine beast.

I was also someone who currently possessed numerous treasures that can create or destroy a prominent kingdom.

I knew secrets that maybe only some divine beasts with the permission of nature herself were permitted to know.

And despite knowing practically nothing about me... that foolish old witch loved me unconditionally.

She knew there were many things I didn\'t tell her, and she was fine with that.

She was happy with just being with me... and just this much was some of the happiest things that could happen to me.

I had many restrictions on \'us\'. I had many barriers around this heart, which she had barged in without even a knock.

She has already become a part of that shielded heart and I had given her the keys to this house already.

It\'s not even been that long since we met but, as if the world wanted us together, nature had done her best to the point we were right now. And…

She is here now, at this open entrance to this terrace, with a smile on her pretty face, wearing her normal black tight pants and that big white shirt.

This was the appearance she mostly had, and it was good, not that I wanted to see her in that spectacularly marvelous gorgeous hot dress from the tea party.

She was smiling happily. The hesitation her steps carried had also vanished now.

The yellow light was making her perfect skin look more yellowish, her beautiful pink eyes looking somewhat dull, but even then... she was as beautiful as the divine swan of slaughter.

Her outer appearance is beautiful, her persona is charming, her soul is gorgeous, and her craziness, shyness, purity, and weirdness are something I cannot help but fall for.

She isn\'t perfect, no one can be, and her endless imperfectness makes her a real person.

\'Why am I praising her this much like this? Has the night cast a spell on me or have I been spellbound by her?\'

"You look mesmerized, hmm? It\'s your birthday, not mine darling~."

"Haaa... did you put a spell on me?"

The sudden weird question confused her, but she didn\'t take long to understand this one. And from the helpless, happy look in my eyes, it was too easy for her to understand what was going on in my calm mind.

She smiled helplessly and walked up to me.

"A spell..." she mumbled, sitting down on her chair and never breaking this eye contact.

Her piercing pink eyes, the ones that will be able to see through the very truth of the world someday, locked with mine, saying nothing but... just staring at them.

"Maybe I did put a spell on you."

There was a lovely smirk on her face… so she did understand what I meant.

But then she just lightly shook her head before I could say anything and continued…

"A spell that was unintentional.

A spell far more powerful than any witchcraft in this world.

A spell you will never be able to understand.

An unparalleled, unfathomable, powerful like no other. And one with no remedy.

The same spell... that you put on me."

My eyes widened in surprise as the cloud blocking the moon cleared up and our special eyes glistened in the soothing blue moonlight.

I now knew she definitely had the good talent and qualities to become a great poet or something like that.

It couldn\'t be just by chance that she says these amazing things so easily, right?

Like damn... even I doubt I can say something like that while looking straight in her eyes while being this calm.

There was just a simple smile on her face after saying this but the one who those words were for, the poor little me, was on the verge of loosing myself...