Translation by Jessinthedungeons.
Chapter 15 - Dare to approach, pay the price
Dean had sent me a text message, warning me that training on Friday had been bombarded by reporters wanting information about Severus's alleged revoked apparition record. And I didn't even understand their obsession with that. Everyone in the wizarding world knew that half-blood wizards no longer had enough magic to apparate. So why do people care about something he supposedly couldn't even be doing?
I was annoyed with Severus because, in addition to being a jerk to me when Draco poured his soul into my kitchen, I noticed that my advisor has been hiding a lot from me. During each of the days I stayed at home I let myself be absorbed by the nuances of Draco's story and the way Severus had treated me in the car.
You're just a girl. You are not in a position to tell me what is important and what is not, nor how I should deal with it.
Of course, this statement angered me. Our age gap was an undeniable reality, but he didn't have to be an asshole about something I couldn't control. And not even insinuate with this statement that I do not know anything about life, just because I am young.
To top it off, not even an apology, although I wouldn't expect one, because I definitely know I wouldn't have it. There was no message or phone call, let alone an owl-mail, nothing.
Maybe I wouldn't have been so bothered by the overabundance of media in the castle gardens, if Severus hadn't been rude when I was just trying to be a good friend.
— Miss Granger! What do you have to say about the annulment of your advisor's apparition record? — One screamed. — How it feels…
I waved and kept walking towards the Quidditch field. — I'm sorry! I need to go to training!
What was true, I needed to go to practice. After four days off, with my ribs still hurting and my stomach with purple bruises, I had to go back to the middle of the action. I was in possession of a lot of new information that could change the course of things. I needed to rummage through everything I knew about magic in children and put together a plan of action. I couldn't stay resting at home.
— You're back! — Sarah greeted me as I walked past her. — Are you feeling better?
If a manticore had not attacked me, I would have been better. Unfortunately, that was not what I could say to her.
— Much better. I hope your family time went well. My condolences, again.
She gave me an emotional nod of her head and went back to stretching.
Most of the other team members greeted me as I walked past them, until arms came from behind me and wrapped me in an embrace, as he kissed me on the right cheek.
— I'm so glad you're back. — Dean said in my ear, giving me a squeeze that froze me in place.
— Me too. — I held his forearms before turning to him and hugging him hard.
Dean hugged me again for almost a full minute before walking away and turning his head towards the reporters in the gardens.
— That's kind of crazy, huh?
No, Dean, crazy is the fact that I had warned Severus about this coverage. And another even worse fact is that only Neville and Draco had any idea that I was spending time with my old potion teacher. I wasn't the type to keep secrets and it made me feel bad. I was lying to Dean, to Cho, to Harry and it wasn't like I could stop it.
I was supposed to tell Dean what was going on. But all I did was nod.
— Yes. I don't see what the problem is.
— Me neither. — Dean shrugged, reached out his hand to entwine it there with mine and lowered his voice to a whisper. — He's been in a horrible mood ever since. — He paused, as if he was really thinking about what came out of his mouth. — I mean, in the worst mood. I heard him tell Minerva that she should retire.
My eyes widened. Dean just confirmed it with his head. And his rudeness with Minerva stayed in my mind for possibly another five seconds, until I kicked Severus out of my head. I had better things to do and think about, including a lovely little boy I was looking forward to seeing again.
— Help me with stretching? It's all bad around here. — I told him.
Dean put a hand on my shoulder and squeezed. It took everything inside me so as not to bend my knees and go away from him. Seriously, I would still ask Ivan, even with those muscles of his, how he had the courage to let his boyfriend get close to his private parts. I was in the middle of remembering that Ginny could know something about it too, when I spotted Minerva and Severus walking towards the field together.
Whether they were talking or not, I don't know, but my teeth gritted in response to the sight of the tall, impassive man. If he had apologized the next day about the rudeness in the car, I would have forgiven him just by giving him a minimal amount of shit on that subject. It's not like he was the first person to make a dumb comment to me about my life, and there was no way he was the last. Ron had said very bad things to me, at one point or another, and I always forgave him. The thought of Ron only reminded me of my next visit to the Potters for James's birthday.
— Your leg, here, come! — Commanded Dean, tearing me out of my thoughts, fortunately.
I needed focus.
I squeezed my eyes closed, falling back against the lawn to try to catch my breath after performing two difficult Transfigurations and testing combat spells with Dean. My back ached, my lungs felt like they were shrinking by the minute and I would love the fresh relief of an ice pack over my ribs.
Saint Merlin.
A shadow came over me, followed by a soft voice.
— You have two more opponents to knock down. Get up.
I kept my eyes closed. The temptation to ignore him was overwhelming, but here at Hogwarts, I couldn't do that. Pretending he wasn't there would only give him more power to peel me off in front of others.
— I'll get up in a second. — I answered, exhaling.
My personal eclipse did not move, despite the fact that I had at least answered him. I didn't even bother to open my eyes as I finished taking a breath. His shadow shifted to the right.
— Are you well enough to duel today? — Severus's voice sounded much lower now.
His question made me open my eyes and look up at the gray-blue sky that covered the entire horizon.
— No.
Severus continued standing next to me, his hands behind his back as he looked at me from above. I glanced at him for a second, then rolled over to sit gently and finally stand. Sparing him another look, I gave Severus a cold smile, which I was not feeling the slightest desire to give.
— I need to go back.
And that's exactly what I did.
At eight o'clock that night, my cell phone received a text message. From my seat on the couch while binge-watching my favorite series and trying not to think about how much the sarcastic and dry protagonist looked like someone, I took a look at the phone screen and saw "Severus" emerge. I went back to my episode. If it was a case of life or death he would call.
At five in the afternoon the next day, my phone received another message from him. For a second, I thought about picking him up and possibly reading the message, as I had already ignored him a day before and during today's workout, in which he gave me a huge amount of hell during spell displays. Except, basically, Severus was acting like nothing was wrong, texting me like he hadn't been an idiot days before. Two more came in a row.
— Did the reporters get your phone number? — Neville asked from his table.
I turned my phone screen down and denied it with my head.
Neville was one of the people who knew the most about my closeness to Severus. And he also knew about the insanity in the castle, with the insistent reporters and the Ministry's avoidance of talking about Severus's apparition record. My assistant had warned me that it was only a matter of time before someone was desperate enough to call me, especially since Dean and I were the only members of Hogwarts team to have had pictures with Severus spread across the wizarding newspapers.
— No. — I smiled at my longtime friend, inventing a lie. — Wrong number.
— Did you finish?
I pulled my backpack over my opposite shoulder.
— I have to go to work. — I answered, trying to be indifferent to him.
His lips cracked in disgust as he ran a hand through his hair. I raised my eyebrows, forcing a smile on my face and turned around to start walking. Severus's hand closed on my wrist, stopping me in place.
— Hermione. — He whispered, turning me to face him.
I took a deep breath before looking him in the eye.
— Snape, I need to work.
— Snape? Really?
— That's your last name, isn't it? — I pulled my wrist up and out of his control, keeping my gaze in the black eyes that today seemed lighter than usual, but he did not let go of me. — I really need to go to work. I have patients who value my worth as a healer, even though I am young. — My smile at the end of the sentence was ironic, but there was a twinge of sadness behind, if I were sincere with myself.
— You shouldn't give me the power to annoy you. — He answered, still staring at me.
— What I should not do is waste my time with someone who has a terrible attitude problem.
His Adam's apple swayed, his gaze intensified upon me as he took his time to answer me.
— I'm older, you don't...
This was not helping at all, my eye twitched.
— Yes, you are much older, I know this and could care less about it. Don't be an idiot. — If the look on his face said anything, it is that he was not used to being called an idiot, but at that point I could not have cared less. — I fought in the same war as you, I graduated Healer and I am here doing this training to unleash the magic. Just because I'm not the same age as yours, it doesn't make me any less worthy.
Severus denied it with his head. — I never said you were.
— Well, you certainly made it seem like I was the moment you asked me how old I was, followed by "immaculate heroine".
— Hermione... — He grumbled my name.
I raised an eyebrow at him. — I turned twenty-three in September. Since you asked me. Sorry, but I do not regret that I am young and cannot reach you in your prejudices.
— My prejudices?
— Yes. Can't I give you advice, because I'm too young? Or maybe is it because I'm a war orphaned? Wait, it's because I'm a woman, is that it?
— Why are you so stubborn about it, Hermione? That's not what I meant.
It made me let out a sharp laugh. — If our roles were reversed, and I said I didn't want to hear advice from you because you are old, would you be treating me well? Really?
By his silence, he knew it was the truth. I gently pulled my arm away from him, and he finally let me go at that moment.
— I don't want to talk to you now. You can't take your anger out on me and expect me to get over it, like nothing happened. The fact is, I would never say what you told me to anyone. I thought we were friends and that was my mistake. I don't want to be friends with someone who looks at me like a brat. And I really need to go to work. — I took a few steps back and offered him a smile that I was not feeling. — I'll talk to you later.
I have no idea if or what he answered because I turned around and left.
I looked at the pictures in the newspaper.
— Is that you?
If it was me in the pictures? Yes, it was. Shaking my damp hands, I settled them between my legs.
I would appear in the distance in the photographs that had been taken outside the building of my private healer. The first picture they had shown me, I was walking next to Severus with my head down. On the second I was waiting to get into his car and on the third I was getting in, while he was a little further back, but too close. And it was definitely me, there was no denying it; anyone could recognize who it was.
The fact that Minerva, Vector and Robards called me to a meeting to talk about it, got me close to the edge.
Is it you? Robards asked just before Vector swiped the newspaper at me. It was a shitty irony and I didn't like it. It was great for him that I wasn't a liar and had nothing to hide. Regardless, he was in advantage, after all, he was the boss. I looked at the wizard sitting next to me and confirmed it.
— Yeah, it's me.
None of them looked at me with surprise. It is obvious that Robards knew who was in the photographs; he just wanted to hear me confess a lie. Wiping the sweat from my hands on my legs, I shrugged to them.
— He went with me to healer Hugh's office, when I was not feeling well. — I answered as vaguely as possible, so that it was not a total lie. Keeping my face neutral, I kept my gaze steady on the Ministry representative. — I didn't do anything wrong.
The short wizard settled better on the seat and leaned closer to me. — "I wasn't feeling well" is a bit subjective, don't you think, Miss Granger?
— Yes. But not telling you my medical history does not violate any terms of my work at Hogwarts. I didn't do anything I wouldn't be honest about.
A knock on the door prevented any of us from saying anything else. Minerva instructed the person to enter, and I could not say that I was shocked to see Severus. His eyes landed on mine as he settled into the seat closest to mine. His face was expressionless. He leaned against his chair, crossing his arms and looked straight at Robards.
— What is going on?
The elder wizard took the newspaper from Minerva's desk and passed it on to my co-advisor. — These images were published yesterday.
Severus looked at the paper for a second and none more, before returning the copy of The Daily Prophet with an impatient look.
— What's wrong with them?
— These are photos of you and one of the team members, in the most popular tabloid in the Wizarding World. — Robards explained in a calm, timid voice, masking his dissatisfaction with what he was seeing.
I wondered if our boss remembered that Severus spied on Voldemort himself in the not too distant past. Since Robards thought that with a simple change in tone of voice would deceive a spy of this size, it was beyond my imagination. Confirming my assertion, one of the most surreal moments of my life began.
— What I see is a picture of a friend going to the healer.
— Your friend? — Robards asked disbelieving.
— That's exactly what I said. — Severus spat back. His tone was still low, but there was no mistaking his irritation with the conversation.
Robards turned to me, as if I could possibly have been manipulated by Severus Snape by being called his personal friend in front of my superiors.
— Are you friends?
I did not lose my tone much more disbelieving with me than when I had spoken to Severus. He was again treating me like a child, as he did a little over a month ago in his ministry office. With teeth grinding from the anger inside me, I agreed.
— Yes. — After all, emotions confused by Severus's statement aside, we were friends. At least when he wasn't getting on my nerves.
— Friend. — Robards said absentmindedly. — What kind of friends?
I wanted to curse him. My face dyed red as I tried to convince myself not to say something that could only further sour the already troubled relationship I had with my boss. I knew what he was trying to do, and I'm sure he wasn't going to let this man who worked in an office make me look like he didn't take seriously what we did at Hogwarts.
— We are the kind of friends who have several things in common. — I answered.
And before I could add anything more logical, Severus cut me off with his answer. — The best kind. I still want to understand why this is a problem, Robards.
If I were a faint person, I would have, but instead I let my brain react to his comment instead of my heart.
— There's no problem or reason for us to be here. — Severus continued in a way that left little room for discussion. — Everyone here was aware that my return to Hogwarts would attract media coverage and you wanted me there anyway. No one can choose what is published. Unless you want to suggest to the Minister of Magic himself that he act like a dictator.
Vector let out a laugh. — Severus, it doesn't look good...
— You will not tell me with whom I can or cannot have a friendship, Septima. — He cut her. — It doesn't really matter to a paparazzi if a thing isn't what it seems.
With no arguments to counter Severus, Vector turned her attention to me, her face slightly flushed.
— Hermione, considering your story with Chloe...
This bitch really went there. I needed to cut her.
— I didn't do anything wrong in that case. If I had, I would have no problem accepting responsibility for my actions. Severus is my friend and there is nothing inappropriate about our friendship. I have nothing to be ashamed of.
The sting of guilt about the fact that I hadn't told anyone that we were friends, was there, but I had only kept it to myself, because we're both averse to that kind of attention. There were some things that people didn't understand, and obviously that was one of them.
Severus uncrossed his arms and leaned forward, his elbows on his knees.
— This would not be a problem if it were not for my refusal and the Ministry to confirm the suspension of my apparition registration. There's nothing here that's worth having a conversation about. Miss Granger is my best friend.
I fired a look out of the corner of my eye, reminding him of our fight in the car. Was that the way best friends treat each other? Apparently, he saw my facial expression and didn't mind that I wasn't feeling particularly friendly with him the last few days.
— Nothing you say will change that. End of the story. If you want to discuss this again, I suggest you call on Kingsley to terminate my employment contract. — He concluded.
— Hermione? — Vector asked.
I was torn between panicking that they were doing such a big deal about this and debating whether or not it was worth defending myself again. I know that with my wizarding status I could act like a "diva" and send Vector and Robards to hell. But I was better than that.
— It's just pictures of the two of us getting into his car. — I argued indifferent.
— Miss. Granger, I think you have made it clear that your abilities of making decision in cases like this are not at all conf... — Robards began to speak.
Severus stood up at the same time and my eyes widened to his threatening posture, wand in laughter.
— I will warn you now, Robards, that you do not want to finish this sentence. — He growled.
Minerva choked. — There's no reason for anyone to be heated. I believe you, Hermione, if you say you and Severus are friends, that's what you are. You never gave me a reason not to trust you. I think we all agree that we want to do work that brings the best result, the return of magic. And Severus came here to add, media attention should be the last thing we're discussing.
— It's my fault and I take responsibility for negative attention, but I won't let you blame her for being my friend. — Said Severus. — Hermione did nothing wrong.
I didn't have time to react to the sound of his voice referring to me with my first name in front of other people, because Vector was the next to speak.
— I don't think you two understand. This doesn't look good. — She spliced quickly, before someone cut her. — You think you could... I don't know, Severus, to talk to someone and do something publicly to fend off rumors of... Of that... friendship?
— Go on a date? — Robards reinforced.
Severus did not even hesitate. — No.
— But...
— No. — He repeated it...
Vector's desperate eyes looked at mine. — Hermione, dear, what do you think? Could you go on a date? Let yourself be photographed in…
— No.
I definitely didn't answer. It was Severus, pure anger emanating from his posture. I let him continue.
— Hermione...
— No, Septima. — Severus repeated. — Absolutely not.
— But...
— Stop asking! — He screamed. — I won't do that and she won't either.
— Vector, I have already done everything you request from me. This is not something I want to do. I have too many things on my hands. — I explained. Cautiously, trying to alleviate the hostility radiating from the man next to me.
Robards had the audacity to laugh.
The spell fired so fast from Severus's wand that it immobilized the laughter of the International Coordinator of the Magical Training Programs in his face, before his body collapsed to the side, stiff as a rock.
Minerva sighed. — I didn't want to have to obliviate him. Severus, can't you really contain your dog temperament?
Severus did not answer, his wand and menacing over Vector, who was the one who, in fact, suggested this nonsense about encounters.
— Hermione, dear, can you wait outside for a moment? I need a meeting with the staff, okay? — Minerva asked me kindly. I could feel all the fatigue in her voice.
I waved and left the office. I waited for ten minutes in the hallway below the spiral staircase. Robards came out first, walking past without looking at me. Severus came down immediately afterwards and Vector stayed in the office to discuss something with Minerva. What else could it be besides me or Severus?
— There's nothing to worry about. — His deep voice assured me.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath trying to expel all the frustration I felt in the conversation that had just ended. An unpleasant uncomfortable feeling resided in my belly. The conversation ended when Severus jinxed Robards, that wasn't good on any level and honestly, I was worried about the newspapers digging in and about to find all the shit that was published about me in France, just like Vector had just tried to do.
His hand grazed my elbow.
— Stop worrying! — He ordered it.
I blinked my eyes, staring at him and didn't even think about my elbow pulling away. He had called me his best friend; he gave her half credit for it... But he was still an idiot.
— I can't. — I whispered to him as we approached the stairs. — Robards doesn't joke. And he's not a fan of mine.
— Robards is like all aristocrats in the Ministry. He thinks he is a new version of Merlin, but he's not. — Again, he held my elbow. — You have nothing to worry about.
My stomach and my boss said otherwise. Nervousness began to devour my intellect.
— I do not want to leave, I need to research about the magic of children. I just met Scorpius... I promised Draco…
I was at the beginning of a panic attack, to confess in this way to Severus that I had met Draco again. I don't want to have a panic attack. My hands trembled and sweated and I squeezed each other, willing to try to calm down.
— Hermione. — Severus stood right in front of me. — Nothing is going to happen. I won't let Robards make it happen, alright?
My knees started shaking the same way they do when I'm in front of a camera. Oh God, I'll throw up. At some point in the last two minutes, I also started sweating.
— Hermione. — Severus's normally soft voice grew louder and more determined and his hands landed on my shoulders. — No one will force you to do anything you do not want to do. — He forced his tone of voice to return to a soft, comforting cadence. — I promise.
It was the "I promise" that finally made me look at him; I felt a huge ugly knot of dread crawl to the center of my chest.
— I like Hogwarts.
His eyes seemed to be even closer to mine.
— Do you remember who the Minister of Magic is?
The desire to give him a bratty answer to such an idiotic question, was there, but instead, I agreed.
— What about him?
— I can influence him.
— Will you curse him? — I coughed.
— If necessary.
My panic attack, if possible, escalated. — No, please. I just... I just want to stay here.
— I know. — Severus spoke and shook my shoulders. — Only if we have to, we will worry about it. — He continued. — You are the best witch on the team. They will not get rid of you.
Another shot in my heart. The best witch at Hogwarts. Although I was fully aware of this fact, I felt greedy to keep this wonderful phrase sounding in Severus's mouth to remind him of it when he called my spells slow, or even for one day, when I was older, that this phrase would be a sweet memory; I could think back and remember the day that Severus Snape told me I was the best witch in the castle.
He printed more force to the grip on my arm. — Yes?
I agreed, still a little insecure. — Yes.
Severus nodded and let out a tired sigh. From our proximity, I was able to notice that there were dark circles under his eyes, and he stared at me with a confusion of feelings expressed in them.
— When I get angry, I have difficulty controlling what I say. — He confessed.
I blinked.
— Oh, I know. Trust me. — I replied, too tired to argue with him about it. — Or not.
He let out an exaggerated sigh. — You're my best friend.
I started stamping my expression of disbelief, something like, "Yeah, right. Me? Your best friend?". I agreed to this inside Minerva's office, because I was so nervous about that interrogation and those photos, that the title seemed to me just a lifeline that would get me out of trouble. But... So, when I started playing the unbeliever, I stopped. Severus was not a man who used his words in vain, so really, I wanted to believe that he had been sincere inside.
— You have a horrible way of demonstrating.
— I know. — He agreed, but did not apologize. — I have done a lot of things that I regret and it is difficult for me to deal with them.
My eyes narrowed, curiosity stinging me. Maybe I never got a chance to meet an apologetic Severus Snape again and I took a quick look around to make sure there was no other person within listening distance.
— Is it because of them that you were so drunk that night in September?
He lowered his chin, agreeing.
I was sure he still blamed himself for being who he was. Nobody forgets the past overnight. And we are talking about a man who made a mistake that cost the death of a family. I was sure that no hero title or Order of Merlin, first class, would make up for it in his head. I blamed myself to this day for all the people we lost in that war, and I always chose the right side. I can't imagine the burden that must be on him, who chose the wrong side, and had to carry out terrible orders while spying. I would also indulge in an addiction. I understood him, he had been devastated and out of his mind when I rescued him from that bar months ago. People make mistakes all the time. And he had the right to drown his own at the bottom of a glass.
— Okay. — I just told him. — Thanks for telling me.
His gaze flickered and passed from one of my eyes to the other, before he took a deep breath and his Adam's apple swung with force.
— I was in a bad moment, after I survived. — He explained in a low voice. — I was angry that I didn't deserve that chance. And the drink... — he paused, searching for the right words. — it became a bad habit, I'm not proud.
I nodded slowly, looking around us again, to make sure no one was around.
— Do you need help? — I whispered.
Severus denied it with his head.
— The last episode was over a year ago. — I raised my eyebrows at him. His deadline was debatable. — Except for that day, I have no problem with drinking. But seeing the castle… — Severus rubbed his brow bone in a clear sign that this was a difficult thing to admit.
Who wanted to admit their flaws? Not me, and definitely not him either.
— I know that there are people who expect better things from me. There will be no other situation like this in my future, anyway. I'd rather stay in my house. — He touched my wrist. — Or yours.
Yes, I was a total idiot, forgiving him very easily. My facial expression must have said that, or he used his legilimence on me, because he increased the grip on my forearm.
— You and I will argue, it is our nature. You need to get used to the idea. — The corners of his mouth rose in a half-smile, until he became serious again. — Are we okay now?
Were we? I knew it was the right thing to say, but I wasn't a liar. At least not normally.
— I still think you are an asshole for what you told me, but I will forgive you, because I know that you were upset and it is normal for some people to say things that they do not feel, in the heat of the moment. So as long as you don't repeat something like this, I can live with it this time, Severus.
The look he gave me was blank for so long, I wasn't expecting him to react the way he did. I thought he would discuss a little more about how I needed to end this anger at him. But he slid his thumb, making circles on my wrist, the warmth of his fingers emitting a hot sensation that slid under my skin and hit right in my heart.
— I also need to ask you something, Severus, and I need you to be honest with me.
He pulled out his wand and I heard him mutter spells of privacy around us. His eyes turned to me. — Go ahead.
— Can you apparate? — I whispered.
— No. — He answered, without elaborating.
— For a physical, magical or registration cause? — I insisted.
Answering the question wasn't as easy as I hoped it would be, but with a big swallow, Severus finally confirmed to me what I thought I had seen.
— Purely by registration. It has been annulled, I'll be tracked down if I apparate.
Fine... It wasn't exactly shocking to me. I was sure to have seen him apparate the day we discussed about the happy hour of Justin and the girls. The shocking thing was that he was a half-blood wizard and got enough magic for it.
— And the night you saved me there in my room, you sent a Patronus to Neville, asking if I was allergic to some kind of potion.
It wasn't a question, but he confirmed it with his head anyway. I knew what that meant. I saw all the signs. Severus knows I'm smart and sooner or later would connect the dots and push him for an answer. But perhaps, for him, it was too early to trust anyone. But it was time for him to prove to me that I was his best friend. Now I understood that the whole situation with Robards was what brought us here, at that moment where I would receive, or not, his trust.
My eyes rose to his face. How long have I been looking at him? I gathered all my courage and finally asked him:
— What is your magic level, Severus?
We faced each other. Severus seemed unsure that I should know this information, but I felt in his gaze how true his statement in Minerva's office was. He certainly had reasons for not wanting to answer me, and none of them had to do with his level of trust in me. Almost a minute after I finished speaking, he brandished his wand and I could see the corporeal shape of his Patronus passing between us and the glow of his spell made his orbs shine even brighter, Severus took a step closer to me, and I needed to raise my neck to keep our eyes connected. His warm fingers, which still circled my wrist, slipped to my own digits and he entwined his fingers in mine as threads of the silvery mist broke loose from his glowing animal and wrapped our connected hands. He answered me with a single word. And it changed everything I thought I knew about this man.
— Twelve.
Final Notes
Who here ever expected all this power from our protagonist?
And what will be Hermione's reaction, huh?
I left a riddle in our WhatsApp group about a clue from this chapter. In one of Chiasan guesses she got it right: the agent was a Paparazzi. (Hello, Gaga)
This chapter has an official fanart made by Chiasan, which can be found in the link: survianafics. carrd. co
mrenata19 read these lines before everyone and said they were approved! I hope you enjoy it too! Thanks for the help, my friend, and the emergency beta reading. I love you.
Translation by Jessinthedungeons.
