Chapter 16- As much a burden as it is a connection

Sunlight creeped behind the large blackout curtains in the guestroom, dust shimmering in the ray as if it were stars in the milky way. The mana of an ancient and powerful spell lingered in the air and magical runes- much like those found in the heart kingdom had manifested on the entirety of the floor, encircling the bed. Anastasia stared at the tattoo of the ring on her finger, a small smile playing on her lips. Her mate snuggled closer to her as he spooned her frame, sleeping soundly.

'...because you're going to be my wife…'

He had only just claimed her as his girlfriend, and now she was bound to him. The binding felt similar to the Synastry she has with her brother. She was elated yet terrified of the unknown. Whatever challenges that would present themselves would surely test their relationship. All that she knew for certain was that the love between them was mutual and real. She turned towards him to retreat into his chest but instead quietly shrieked, covering her mouth to the sight that startled her.

'H-HE'S SLEEPING WITH HIS EYES HALF OPEN!? HE DIDN'T DO THIS BEFORE!'

This would mark the day when she actually feared him. He resembled a corpse although his body would rise and fall, resonant with his breathing. Zombies were her biggest fear, something that broke the delicate boundary of life and death. She watched him, in fear but also in adoration. This was the man she decided to spend her life with, accepting him for his entirety. She watched his makeup slowly morph from its smudged appearance back to its typical. She tenderly caressed him, tracing the darkness of his eyes, down to his lips. His eyes suddenly closed, and he stirred, groggily grasping her hand and planting a kiss in her palm, then trapping her in a tight embrace. Blushing at his closeness, she snuggled in, flashbacks playing in her mind.

Gordon held her hand, closely examining the ring as he sat cross-legged on the bed in front of her, only black boxers for cover up. She watched him, examining his face as she noticed it had morphed, smudging back towards his hair in wicked waves.

"Any idea what happened?" The cosmos mage asked, hesitant to break the look of concentration he showed but anxious for an answer.

With their new bond, she would share his anxiety, casting nervous glances at Anastasia. Fear and guilt swirled inside of him as he knew exactly what happened. He came across something like this in his studies. His throat felt dry, not only from his raspy vocals he performed during their lovemaking, but from the weight of this confession.

"Anastasia… I think I cursed you…" He swallowed hard "That's why I look like this… Remember? This happened when I cursed Canis Minor."

Her eyes widened, a mixture of concern and curiosity reflected in their depths. But more than that, she felt his guilt and fear as if they were her own, a much stronger pull than with Synastry. She moved closer, her hand now resting over his heart, feeling its frantic pace.

"Gordon…" She whispered, her voice trembling.

"The Curse of Eternal Bond…" he began to murmur, "It's a magical binding. Rare and…. specific"

The cosmos mage listened quietly as he explained, hanging on every word.

"One partner would submit their heart and soul while the other claims it to be cherished. In order for it to appear- let alone work, their emotions would have to be unwavering and mutual." A slight blush rose on his face as he looked into her eyes and laid his hand over hers. "The two parties' fates will be intertwined, separation will be difficult- almost impossible, even by distance and they will be able to share and amplify each other's mana…"

Her face warmed with her heart, following his emotion "W-well that…doesn't sound so bad…"

"But…"

The fear of her reaction nearly paralyzed him. Anastasia, sharing his fear, silently beckoned him to take deep breaths with her. As they steadied themselves, he continued to speak, voice even lower and breaking.

"There is a cost." He wove his fingers within hers "If one of us gets hurt, the other will feel their pain. Since you are the one with the ring…I'm afraid you may bear the brunt of our pain."

The cosmos mage took a slow, long deep breath, absorbing the shock of his words hitting her like a wave. Her mind wandered back to when her Synastry broke upon Julius' death. She remembered the raw torrent of searing pain and emotion that came with his last moments. It was something she would never wish to experience again, but as she pondered the nature of the bond, she also realized; No physical pain could possibly be worse than losing someone she loved.

"I-I'm sorry Anase…" Gordon continued "This is such a burden. I didn't mean-"

He was cut off by her lips latching onto his, enveloping him in a passionate kiss. Their anxieties melted away, reassured by each other's comfort and devotion. The battle within him quieted, converted into gratitude for her constant understanding and patience. She pulled back from him, placed her forehead on his, and looked at him with tender loving care.

"I love you, Gordon" She whispered, "Whatever this is, we are in this together."

For a moment, the world seemed to stand still. The words he had longed to hear, yet never dared to hope for, echoed in his mind. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, his heart bursting with a joy he had never known.

The first light of dawn filtered softly behind the blackout curtains, casting a gentle glow over the room. Gordon lay awake, his head propped on one hand as he watched Anastasia sleep beside him. Her face was serene, the faintest hint of a smile gracing her lips, as if even in her dreams she was at peace. The sight filled Gordon with a warmth he couldn't describe a love so profound that it seemed to resonate through every fiber of his being. He had never felt so close to someone before, never imagined that anyone could love him as unconditionally as Anastasia did. But alongside that love was the gnawing sense of guilt that twisted in his chest. It was that very love that both comforted and tormented him now. The curse he had unintentionally placed on her was meant to bind them together, to share their lives and their souls in a way that few could ever understand. Yet, it was Anastasia who would bear the weight of its darker side- the pain, the suffering, the sacrifices. He hadn't meant for this to happen, hadn't wanted to bring her any harm. And yet, here they were, eternally bound, for better or for wanted to protect her from everything, to shield her from the consequences of their bond. But he knew he couldn't, this was a curse neither of them could escape, no matter how much he wished it otherwise. Still, he couldn't bring himself to regret what they had. The thought of her enduring pain because of him was unbearable, but the idea of not having her in his life at all was far worse. He loved her with a depth that defied words, and he knew that she felt the same.

As if sensing his turmoil, Anastasia stirred beside him, her eyelashes fluttering as she slowly woke. Gordon's breath hitched in his throat as she opened her eyes, those beautiful orbs still hazy with sleep but filled with that same unconditional love that had captivated him from the start. She blinked up at him, her smile widening as she fully awakened.

"Good morning," she murmured, her voice soft and full of warmth. There was no hint of resentment or fear in her expression- only love and the quiet strength that defined her.

"Good morning," Gordon replied, his deep voice thick with emotion. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face, his touch lingering as if to reassure himself that she was really there.

She gazed at him for a long moment, her eyes searching his as if trying to read the thoughts he hadn't spoken. Then, as if understanding the unspoken conflict within him, she placed her hand over his, squeezing gently.

"I'm looking forward to today," she said, her tone light and hopeful. "Working with your father… it's going to be interesting."

Gordon swallowed hard, trying to push down the guilt that still threatened to overwhelm him. How could she be so calm, so positive, after everything that had happened? But then again, that was just who she was- strong, resilient, always finding the light even in the darkest of times.

"I am too," he finally said, managing a smile that was small but genuine. "We'll figure everything out together."

Her smile broadened, and she leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "We will," she agreed, her voice a comforting balm to his troubled mind. "No matter what."

As they began to dress, the room filled with a comforting silence that spoke volumes. There was no need for words between them; the shared glances and gentle smiles conveyed everything they felt. It was a moment of simple, unspoken contentment- a kind of peace that Gordon had never thought possible for himself. The cosmos mage moved with a lightness that seemed almost otherworldly, her joy palpable in the way she carried herself. She selected her clothes- a flowing white robe from the Healing Tower, its fabric soft and ethereal. As she fastened it, the stars in her eyes shimmered with the light of the cosmos she commanded, tiny constellations reflecting her inner radiance. Every gesture, every movement, was filled with the quiet grace and happiness that came from being wholly in the moment.

Gordon couldn't help but steal glances at her as he dressed in his own clothing. His attire was as it usually was- the black and dark-grey fabric, a stark contrast to Anastasia's white. But today, it felt different. As he pulled on his clothes, he realized just how much had changed. The loneliness that had once consumed him, the isolation he had known for so long, seemed like a distant memory in her presence. For years, he had been shunned, his ghastly appearance and poison-curse magic feared and despised by others. He had resigned himself to a life of solitude, believing that no one could ever see past the darkness that surrounded him. Yet here he was, sharing this quiet morning with the woman who had not only seen beyond his exterior but had embraced him wholly, flaws and all. As he finished dressing, he glanced over at Anastasia once more, his heart swelling with a warmth that was becoming more familiar with each passing day.

Unable to resist the pull of her warmth, Gordon moved closer to her. As he did, their eyes met, and the world seemed to still around them. His scarlet eyes, framed by the permanent black markings that gave him his intense, haunting gaze, locked onto the violet cosmos in hers. There was a depth in her eyes, a universe of love and understanding that took his breath away. It was as if, in that moment, they could see into each other's souls. For a long moment, they simply stood there, gazing into each other's eyes, the silence between them rich with unspoken emotion. Then, like two stars drawn together by the force of gravity, they moved closer, their faces inching toward each other until their lips met in a slow, tender kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of everything they felt- the love that had grown between them, the devotion that bound them together, the promise that no matter what, they would face the future side by side. The world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them in that perfect, timeless moment. When they finally pulled away, their foreheads rested gently against one another, their breaths mingling as they remained close. Anastasia's smile was soft and full of affection, and Gordon found himself smiling back, the guilt and worry that had plagued him earlier melting away in the warmth of her presence.

The two mages made their way to the kitchen, hand in hand, the echoes of their tender moment lingering between them like a sweet memory. The morning sun filtered through the windows, its rays casting a dim yet gentle glow over the room from behind the thick curtains as they prepared for a light went straight for the coffee, pouring herself a steaming cup before grabbing a small loaf of bread. The simple pleasure of the morning routine brought a soft smile to her face as she sat down at the table. Gordon, on the other hand, opted for a cup of black tea, its comforting warmth a perfect complement to the strawberry shortcake he had been secretly looking forward to since Anastasia brought it for the family yesterday. As they settled in, they were greeted by Roxanne, who had just entered the kitchen.

"Good morning," she said shyly, offering them a small smile.

Anastasia returned the greeting warmly, her gaze softening as she noticed the small bull terrier, following Roxanne into the room. Nunally, with her round eyes and slim tail wagging enthusiastically, made a beeline for her. The cosmos mage's face lit up as she knelt down to greet the eager pup.

"Well, good morning to you too, Nunally," she cooed, rubbing the terrier's face with enthusiasm.

Nunally responded by rolling over, her short legs kicking in delight as Anastasia's fingers found just the right spots. Gordon watched the scene with a fond smile, feeling a warmth in his chest as he observed the easy connection between his beloved and the family dog. It was a sight he hadn't imagined he'd ever witness, yet here it was- his life intertwined with hers in ways that brought him both joy and a sense of peace. As Nunally continued to bask in the attention, the cosmos mage traced the constellation of Canis Minor in the air and summoned her own companion. In an instant, a shimmering form appeared beside Nunally- a perfect double of the little terrier, but with fur that whisped and flowed like clouds of nebulae, softly glowing with starlight. Canis Minor's presence seemed to fill the room with a gentle, otherworldly energy, the celestial fur shimmering as if alive with the breath of the cosmos. Roxanne's eyes widened with fascination; her earlier shyness forgotten as she giggled in delight.

"She looks just like Nunally!" she exclaimed, watching as the two dogs began to play together, chasing each other around the kitchen in joyful circles.

The sight was enchanting, the contrast between the earthly terrier and her celestial counterpart, a marvel that captivated Roxanne completely. Anastasia smiled, pleased by the reaction. She looked over at Gordon, who was also watching the playful scene with a look of quiet contentment. The trio eventually settled at the table, Roxanne still giggling as she watched the dogs play. As the trio continued their breakfast, the playful antics of Nunally and Canis Minor filled the room with an infectious energy. Roxanne couldn't stop giggling, while Gordon quietly savored his strawberry shortcake, the contentment in his eyes clear.

It wasn't long before Jonna emerged from the kitchen, balancing a tray laden with sandwiches. The food was a sight to behold- each sandwich was topped with ghoulish-looking eggs that oozed slightly, their surfaces dotted with specks of herbs and something dendritic peeking out from the sides. The combination was both fascinating and, to Anastasia, slightly unsettling.

"Good morning, everyone," Jonna greeted, her tone warm yet reserved, as she set the tray on the table.

The sandwiches seemed to emanate an unusual aroma that filled the room, a blend of spices and something faintly metallic. Anastasia's eyes widened slightly as she looked at the sandwiches, trying to mask her mixed emotions.

"Good morning, Jonna," Anastasia replied with a smile, though her curiosity couldn't fully eclipse the unease creeping up her spine.

She remembered last night's dinner vividly—how the flavors had surprised her, strange yet undeniably delicious. Perhaps this meal would be another culinary adventure, albeit one that required a leap of faith.

Jonna noticed Anastasia's subtle reaction and chuckled softly. "It's an old family recipe," she explained, her gaze softening as she looked at the cosmos mage. "The eggs are from a rare breed of birds that thrive in poisonous environments. They're safe to eat, I promise. And those are wormroot, a plant that adds a bit of texture."

Anastasia nodded, her smile growing a little more genuine. "I'm sure it's wonderful. Last night's dinner was certainly an experience."

Before the conversation could continue, Nathan entered the kitchen, his gaze immediately drawn to the lively scene. He smiled as he watched the two dogs—one earthly, the other celestial—chasing each other in a delightful blur of fur and stardust.

"Now that's something you don't see every day," he commented with a chuckle, moving to join them at the table.

He settled into a chair beside Jonna, still observing the spectacle. "Is that your magic, Anastasia?" Nathan asked, his voice tinged with genuine admiration. "I've seen many things in my life, but summoning a celestial companion that plays with the family pet? That's intriguing."

Anastasia blushed slightly at the praise, dipping her head in acknowledgment. "Thank you, Mr. Agrippa. Canis Minor has always been a close companion of mine. It was my very first spell. I'm glad to share a bit of my magic with your family."

Nathan nodded appreciatively, then turned his attention to the table, his expression shifting to one of anticipation. "Please, call me Nathan. I'm looking forward to working with you both in the workshop today," he said, addressing the couple. "The research I've been doing with curses, poison, and their applications in medical treatments could benefit greatly from your insights, Anastasia. My son has mentioned that you work at the Healing Tower in the capital."

"Yes," she responded, her eyes brightening. "I'm eager to see how your research is progressing. Healing is my life's work, and I believe there's so much potential in finding new ways to use magic for medical purposes."

Gordon, who had been quietly listening, felt a swell of pride as he glanced between his father and Anastasia. The idea of working alongside her in the workshop, combining their magic for something greater, filled him with a sense of purpose.

The room buzzed with quiet excitement as they all began their breakfast. Despite the unusual appearance of the sandwiches, Anastasia found herself taking a cautious bite. The flavors, once again, surprised her—a complex mix of rich and savory, with a hint of something unfamiliar but oddly pleasant. She smiled inwardly, reminded that in this household, nothing was quite what it seemed, and perhaps that was a good thing. As the breakfast continued, Nathan leaned forward, his curiosity clearly piqued by the earlier discussion.

"Anastasia, I'd love to hear more about yourself and your magic," he said, his tone respectful but eager. "You mentioned Canis Minor earlier, but surely there's much more to your abilities."

Anastasia didn't hesitate, feeling comfortable in the company of Gordon's family. She set down her cup of coffee and nodded, ready to share her story. "Of course. I don't often speak about it, but I'm happy to share it with you all."

She reached for her grimoire and presented it on the table. The room seemed to brighten slightly, the grimoire's pristine white cover shimmering softly in the morning light. The book was adorned with intricate designs in shimmering blue lining—stars, sacred geometry, and at the center, a constellation forming the shape of a heart. It was a beautiful and powerful artifact, clearly different from any other grimoire they had seen.

"I'm originally from the Heart Kingdom," Anastasia began, her voice gentle yet steady. "A place rich in natural mana and closely tied to the elements of the earth. Most mages in my kingdom specialize in using the natural mana from the world around them, drawing power from the four great elements, and other natural elements such as lightning, Ice and even Metal. We also use ancient runes in way to direct our mana in a specific way."

Gordon listened intently, his attention fully on her. Though he had known her for some time, this was the first time he was hearing of her origins, and he was eager to learn more.

"But I was born with a magic attribute that extends beyond the earth," Anastasia continued, her violet eyes shimmering with the starlight within. "My magic is Cosmos Magic, connected to the stars and the celestial bodies. It's not a common attribute, even in the Heart Kingdom despite it still being considered natural. Because of this, I'm considered an arcane stage mage—one whose power doesn't fit within the conventional stages of magic."

Nathan's eyes widened slightly, impressed. "Cosmos Magic… That's incredible. It sounds like your connection to mana is far-reaching, beyond what most of us can even imagine."

Anastasia smiled softly. "It is a unique gift, and one I've worked hard to master. My magic is primarily used for healing, amplification, and defense. I can call upon celestial summons like Canis Minor and Ursa Minor to aid me in battle or protect those in need. But my magic also allows me to cast Zodiac Infusion spells, which I can use as weapons or for body reinforcement."

As she spoke, Anastasia opened her grimoire, revealing pages filled with beautiful and complex magical symbols. She traced her fingers over a constellation depicted on one of the pages, the stars glowing faintly as if in response to her touch.

"In the Heart Kingdom," she continued, her voice taking on a more introspective tone, "I'm known by a different name. There, I am Anastasia Estrella—a name given to me because of my connection to the stars. But here, in the Clover Kingdom, I am known as Anastasia Novachrono."

Gordon's breath caught slightly at the revelation. He had never heard her Heart Kingdom name before, and it added another layer to the woman he had come to love. 'Anastasia Estrella…' It was a name that suited her perfectly, he thought, reflecting the celestial power that she wielded with such grace.

Nathan was silent for a moment, absorbing everything she had shared. Finally, he nodded, clearly impressed. "You've had quite the journey, Anastasia. Your magic is truly extraordinary, and it's clear that you're someone who has used her gifts to help others. I'm honored that you're here with us."

Jonna, who had been quietly listening as she busied herself with tidying up, glanced over with a rare smile, her reservations slowly easing as she witnessed the openness and sincerity with which the cosmos mage shared her story.

Gordon reached out and gently placed his hand on Anastasia's, squeezing it lightly as he met her gaze. "Anastasia Estrella," he murmured, the name rolling off his tongue with reverence. "It's beautiful. Just like you."

Anastasia blushed, the warmth of his words and the admiration in his eyes filling her with a deep sense of belonging. She squeezed his hand back, grateful for the acceptance she felt from his family, and especially from him.

"Novachrono… isn't that the last name of the Wizard King of Clover?" Roxanne asked, her voice tinged with curiosity. "Are you related to him?"

All eyes turned back to Anastasia, who smiled warmly at Roxanne's question. "Yes, Julius Novachrono is my adoptive brother," she confirmed. "We're not related by blood, but we've always been very close. He took me in when I was young, and we've shared a bond ever since."

Roxanne's eyes widened slightly. "So, you're the sister of the Wizard King… That's amazing!"

Anastasia chuckled softly, shaking her head modestly. "He's really annoying when you get to know him." She jested "But also, he's the one with the incredible responsibility, managing the politics and protecting the kingdom. But we do share the same care and goal for the Clover Kingdom. While Julius is focused on leading and making the big decisions, I've dedicated myself to the medical field and my goal is to make sure everyone gets the proper care that they need, regardless of status."

Nathan, who had been listening intently, leaned in with a thoughtful expression. "And that's what brings you here, isn't it? You're interested in exploring unconventional methods to advance medical treatment—like what I've been working on."

Anastasia nodded, her eyes shining with determination. "Exactly. My work at the Healing Tower in the capital has given me a strong foundation in traditional healing, but I believe there's so much more we can do, especially when it comes to treating chronic and difficult cases. Your research, Nathan, has the potential to change the way we approach medicine, and I'm eager to learn from you and contribute in any way I can."

Jonna, who had been setting out the last of the food, glanced up at Anastasia, her previous reservations slowly giving way to a sense of respect. "It's not every day you meet someone willing to challenge the norms for the greater good," she commented quietly.

Gordon's chest swelled with pride as he listened to Anastasia speak with such conviction. He had always admired her dedication and compassion and hearing her express her goals so openly only deepened his love for her.

Roxanne, still processing the revelation about Anastasia's connection to the Wizard King, smiled softly. "It's comforting to know that someone like you is looking out for the people of the Clover Kingdom."

Anastasia's heart warmed at Roxanne's words, and she reached out to gently squeeze the young girl's hand. "Thank you, Roxanne. I'll do my best to make a difference, just like Julius."

Nathan nodded approvingly, the respect evident in his eyes. "I have no doubt you will."

Anastasia paused, glancing at Gordon with a tender smile before continuing. "It's not just your research that draws me here, Sir. It's also Gordon." She looked at his family, her voice soft but filled with emotion. "He means the world to me, and I wanted to meet the family who shaped the man I love."

The poison-curse mage's heart swelled with emotion at her words, color painting his face as he found it hard to contain the affection he felt for her in that moment. His parents exchanged a glance, absorbing the depth of Anastasia's feelings for their son.

The cosmos mage continued, "There's something else too—a phenomenon we encountered when Gordon and I were training together. Our magic… it mingled in a way I've never experienced before. It created a new kind of summon- a cursed version of Canis Minor. It was unlike anything I've seen- a delicate balance of life and death, something both beautiful and eerie."

Roxanne, who had been listening with wide eyes, leaned in with growing curiosity. "A cursed Canis Minor?"

Anastasia nodded, her gaze shifting to Nathan. "It made me wonder if we could harness that power, that balance, in different ways. Imagine the possibilities—using the delicate interplay of life and death to heal, to protect, or to create something entirely new. That's another reason I wanted to come here. I believe there's so much we can learn together, and I want to explore that."

Nathan's expression grew thoughtful, clearly intrigued by what she had described. "A cursed Canis Minor… That's extraordinary. The idea of harnessing such a balance is fascinating, and it's true that there's untapped potential in the intersection of life and death."

Gordon, who had been silently watching Anastasia speak, felt a surge of pride and gratitude. She wasn't just interested in him—she wanted to embrace every aspect of his life, including the complexities of his magic. It made him feel seen, understood, and deeply loved in a way he had never thought possible.

Jonna, still reserved but clearly moved by her sincerity, nodded slightly as she passed more food around the table. "It's clear you care deeply for Gordon, and for that, I'm grateful. It's rare to find someone who sees past the surface, especially when it comes to the kind of magic our family wields."

The cosmos mage smiled warmly, accepting the plate from Jonna. "Gordon's magic is a part of him, just like mine is a part of me. I wouldn't want it any other way."

Gordon felt a surge of emotion at Anastasia's words. The sincerity and love in her voice overwhelmed him, and before he could stop himself, he leaned over and planted a soft kiss on her cheek in front of everyone.

Anastasia's eyes widened in surprise, and a deep blush spread across her cheeks. Her heart fluttered as she quickly looked down, fidgeting with her fingers in an attempt to regain her previous composure.

"Ooh, someone is in love!" Roxanne teased, a playful grin spreading across her face.

Nathan chuckled, the sound warm and full of affection. He glanced over at Jonna, his eyes softening with nostalgia as he remembered the early days of their love. Their eyes met, and for a moment, it was as if they were the only two people in the room. Jonna felt her own cheeks heat up, a tender smile gracing her lips as she looked back at her husband, the love between them as strong as ever.

After breakfast, the group moved on to Nathan's workshop. Upon entering, Anastasia is met with a sight that is both fascinating and unnerving. Various grotesqueries and oddities are scattered across the large workstation at the center of the room. Strange, preserved specimens float in jars along the shelves, while peculiar artifacts are strewn about haphazardly. Old tomes, their spines cracked and weathered, are stacked on the other stations pushed into the far corners. To one side, a series of concoctions bubble ominously, their colors shifting in ways that defy natural logic. On the opposite side, a scale teeters under the weight of something unknown, shrouded in cloth.

Anastasia's eyes widened slightly as she took in the unsettling atmosphere. "This is… certainly different from the Healing Tower," she murmured with a wry smile, trying to mask her initial discomfort. However, the excitement of what she was about to learn overshadowed any lingering unease. "But I'm eager to see what knowledge this place holds."

Nathan, ever the scientist, immediately began setting up for the day's work. "Before we dive into anything too complex," he said, summoning his grimoire—a tome with a rare and ominous five-leaf clover etched into its cover, signifying the presence of a devil, "I want to measure your vital signs and mana levels."

Anastasia nodded, watching with curiosity as Nathan's grimoire floated before him. Suddenly, dark energy swirled around the room as he cast his spell.

"Black Oil Creation Magic: Curse-Filled Nails."

Before Anastasia could react, the black, oil-like nails materialized and flew straight at her, sinking into her neck. She gasped, her eyes widening in shock as she instinctively raised her hand to her throat.

"Ah!" she shouted in surprise, her voice echoing slightly in the room.

The sensation was strange—there was no pain, but she could feel the nails, cold and foreign, piercing her skin. As quickly as the nails had embedded themselves, they began to liquify, retreating from her neck and morphing into a dark script that floated in front of Nathan's eyes. He studied the script closely, his browbones furrowing as he deciphered the information it provided.

"Well, you're in excellent health and possess an enormous amount of mana," he said, his tone one of impressed approval. But as he continued reading, he noticed something that made him pause. His eyes flicked over the text again, making sure he hadn't missed anything. A smirk slowly spread across Nathan's face as he realized what he was seeing.

"Hmph," he chuckled, turning to look at Gordon, who was watching intently from the side. "I see you've placed quite the curse on her, son. An eternal bond… impressive. I didn't even do that to my own wife!"

Gordon's face instantly turned beet red, his usual stoic demeanor faltering as embarrassment washed over him. He glanced at Anastasia, who looked equally flustered, her cheeks flushed as she nervously fidgeted with the hem of her sleeve.

"Nathan!" Jonna chided lightly, though there was an amused glint in her eye. "Don't tease them."

Anastasia tried to regain her composure, clearing her throat softly. "W-W-Well… it was accidental, actually," she admitted, glancing shyly at Gordon. "B-b-b-but we're committed to making it work."

Nathan laughed heartily at that, shaking his head in good-natured amusement. "Accidental or not, it's a bond that's not easily broken. You two are quite the pair."

Gordon let out a nervous chuckle, scratching the back of his head as he avoided eye contact, while Anastasia could only nod, her earlier confidence momentarily eclipsed by the embarrassing revelation.

Nathan's expression turns more serious as he continues to study the curse. "This curse is rare, Gordon. It's not something to take lightly," he begins, his voice firm and measured. "It's more than just a connection—it's a profound bond that carries deep responsibilities. Much like marriage itself."

He turns to both of them, his gaze steady. "You need to take care of yourselves and each other, especially you, Gordon. If you neglect yourself, Anastasia will suffer greatly. This curse ties your well-being together. If you bleed, she bleeds. But if she's hurt, you'll feel the sensation and know something is wrong, yet your symptoms won't be as intense as hers."

Gordon's face tightens with concern, his earlier embarrassment fading as the weight of Nathan's words sinks in.

Nathan continues, "You also have a greater capacity to draw upon her mana than she can of yours. And the two of you cannot be easily separated be it by distance, circumstance, or otherwise. It's a bond that is as much a burden as it is a connection."

Anastasia listens intently, her expression calm and composed. When Nathan finishes, she nods. "I understand," she says softly. "But I'm okay with this. I've experienced something similar before with my brother, Julius. It's called Synastry. The terms are much more equal where both parties share everything equally, including pain, mana, and emotions."

Gordon's troubled gaze shifts to Anastasia. "I wish we could have Synastry instead… so I could share your pain equally. It doesn't seem right that you should bear more of it than me."

Anastasia smiles gently at him, shaking her head. "Synastry requires consent from all parties, Gordon. If you were to join, Julius would need to agree, and I doubt he would. Besides, this curse is what it is—we'll find a way to manage it."

Gordon remains quiet, his thoughts racing. The idea of Anastasia enduring more pain because of him gnawed at his conscience.

Sensing his unease, Anastasia reaches out and takes his hand, squeezing it reassuringly. "Physical pain is nothing to me," she says, her voice filled with quiet strength. "That's why being a healer is useful. I can manage it. But there's one thing I need from you."

Gordon looks up, meeting her gaze. "What is it?"

Her violet eyes, filled with the depth of her love and resolve, lock onto his scarlet ones. "Don't die," she says simply, her tone firm yet tender. "I can't lose you—not just because of this bond, but because I love you so much. You're too important to me, Gordon. Promise me that you'll stay with me."

Gordon's heart clenched at her words. The idea of leaving her alone, of causing her any more suffering than she's already prepared to endure, is unbearable. He squeezed her hand back, his expression softening with determination.

"I promise," he says, his voice filled with a quiet resolve. "I won't leave you. Not now, not ever."

"Then that's all I need," she whispers with a smile, her voice breaking slightly with emotion.

Nathan watches the exchange, his stern expression softening slightly. "You two are stronger together," he says, his tone gentle now. "This bond, as difficult as it may be, can also be your greatest strength. But remember, it will require constant care and attention. Don't let it become a burden—make it a source of power."

With those words, the gravity of the situation settled over the room, but so too did a sense of unity and understanding between Anastasia and Gordon.

"That being said," Nathan begins "Let's begin."

Nathan stepped back slightly, giving the bound mages space as they prepare to show him their combined magic. The room felt charged with anticipation; the air thick with the energy that pulsed between them.

Still holding hands, Anastasia and Gordon exchange a knowing look, their bond evident in the silent communication that passes between them. With a shared nod, they both summon their grimoires. Anastasia's brilliant white grimoire hovers beside her, while Gordon's darker, more ominous grimoire floats by his side. Magic begins to flow between them, effortlessly, as if their bond was always meant to be. Anastasia's celestial magic shimmers like the night sky, filled with twinkling stars and swirling constellations. Gordon's magic, dark and foreboding, weaves through it like shadows cast by moonlight, a mix of poison and curse magic that radiates an unsettling yet mesmerizing aura. In one hand, their fingers intertwine, and their bodies move in perfect harmony, as if guided by something deeper than conscious thought. On the other hand, they focus their mana, guiding the swirling mana around them as it intensifies, coalescing into a single point between them. The energy builds, forming into a shape that begins to take form on the workbench in front of them.

The creature that emerges is unlike anything Nathan has ever seen. The Cursed Canis Minor materializes, a creature that within it, harbors the delicate energies that balance life and death. Its body is a blend of a badger's muscular, compact form and a wolf's agile, predatory grace. Celestial poise radiates from it, yet there is a palpable intensity in the way it moves, a poisonous edge to its presence. The constellation of Canis Minor glimmers within its form, stars flickering across its body as its fur pulsates with a nebula-like, wisping quality. It is both beautiful and terrifying, a perfect manifestation of the union of their magic. The beast flexed its limbs on the workbench, testing its new form with a quiet, predatory grace. Its movements are fluid and precise, embodying the balance of life-giving energies and death-bearing decay. As it settles, the Cursed Canis Minor turns its gaze toward Gordon, its eyes glowing with an inner light. There is a moment of recognition, a silent acknowledgment of its summoner, before it lowers its head slightly, waiting for its first command.

Nathan, who had been observing in awe, finally speaks, his voice filled with a mix of admiration and wonder. "Incredible… truly incredible. The balance, the harmony—it's unlike anything I've ever seen before."

He steps closer, examining the creature with a critical eye, though his awe is unmistakable. "It's truly a delicate balance of creation and destruction. A manifestation of your bond… and of the potential that lies within both of you."

Gordon met his father's gaze, his scarlet eyes filled with determination. "This is what we can do together," he says quietly, yet with a confidence that speaks volumes.

Anastasia, still holding his hand, smiles softly. "And there's so much more we can learn."

Nathan nods, his mind already racing with the possibilities. "Yes… and I can't wait to see where this takes us. The potential here is limitless."

The Cursed Canis Minor, sensing the approval of its creators, lets out a soft, almost ethereal growl, its form glowing faintly with celestial light. Nathan watches the Cursed Canis Minor with a critical eye, still marveling at the creature's existence. Without warning, he summons his grimoire again, and from it, his curse-filled nails spring forth. They fly toward the beast with precision, sinking into its ethereal form, as Nathan begins his examination. Roxanne, having caught sight of the magical spectacle from a distance, peered around the entrance to the workshop. She's curious, yet cautious, slightly hiding as she takes in the scene. The celestial, cursed creature before her is unlike anything she's ever seen, and she's both mesmerized and wary.

As Nathan's nails begin to extract the information he seeks, the Cursed Canis Minor lets out a low growl, its celestial eyes narrowing. Suddenly, with surprising speed, it lunges at Nathan, sinking its jaws into his arm. Nathan yelps completely caught off guard, as he feels a rush of Gordon's poison seeping into his bloodstream. Gordon gasps, shocked by the creature's actions. In a silent but urgent command, he mentally orders the beast to neutralize the poison. The bond between him and the creature reacts instinctively to his will, though he's unsure if it's the creature itself or something within him that makes it obey.

Anastasia, her heart racing, shouts, "Canis, no!" Her celestial mana flares, intensifying within the beast. The Cursed Canis Minor's celestial fur glows brighter, and in response to Anastasia's magic, it begins to heal the very wound it inflicted on Nathan. The creature's jaws remain connected to Nathan's arm as the healing magic works, mending the flesh even as the poison is neutralized.

Finally, the beast slowly releases Nathan, stepping back with an almost regretful expression, its celestial eyes flicking between its summoners as if waiting for their reaction. Nathan, still slightly in shock, inspects his arm, amazed at the seamless healing and the faint tingling sensation left behind by the neutralized poison.

"This… this is most fascinating," Nathan said, his voice tinged with awe despite the pain he had just endured. He gazed at the healed wound on his arm, the skin smooth and unmarred where it had been torn moments before. "The poison seemed to neutralize almost instantly, and the wound healed with a speed that matches the very moment my skin was broken."

Anastasia, her breathing finally returning to a steadier rhythm, stepped closer, her eyes reflecting both curiosity and concern. "It could be the synergy between our magics," she mused, her voice soft but full of wonder. "Or perhaps there's something within you, Gordon—something latent we haven't yet fully understood."

Gordon looked at her, puzzled, and she continued, her voice soft but resonant with memory. "Do you remember the time in the Forest of Poisonous Beasts when I found you injured? You were bleeding from a nasty wound, and as I was healing you, I noticed something strange. There was poison in the wound, but your body… it wasn't affected by it. It was as if you had passively rendered it inert, without even realizing it."

Nathan's browbones furrow in thought, his interest piqued further. "That's… remarkable," he said slowly, his gaze shifting between the two. "It suggests that your body not only produces poison but might also have a natural resistance or even control over it—a trait that's incredibly rare, if not entirely unique."

Anastasia nodded, her expression a mix of concern and fascination. "It's possible that your magic has always had this potential, Gordon, but it's been lying dormant, waiting for the right circumstances to awaken. This could be something similar."

Nathan rubbed his arm thoughtfully, the gears in his mind turning. "We need to explore this further," he said, the excitement in his voice barely contained. "If you can learn to control your poison like that, Gordon, it could lead to breakthroughs in medical treatments—perhaps even beyond what we can currently imagine."

Gordon's eyes met Anastasia's, a flicker of hope and determination lighting up within them. The pain and uncertainty of the moment were still fresh, but the prospect of discovering something groundbreaking, something that could redefine his understanding of his powers, filled him with a new sense of purpose. Nathan's words echoed in his mind, and Anastasia's steady gaze reassured him that he wasn't alone in this journey. The tension in the room begins to dissipate, replaced by a shared sense of wonder and curiosity. The Cursed Canis Minor, now calm, sits back on its haunches, its celestial form pulsating softly with the energy of both life and death, ready to explore the limits of its creators' magic. As the group regains their composure, the incident only strengthens their resolve to understand the depths of this new magic, pushing the boundaries of what they once thought possible.

Anastasia, still reflecting on the recent events, shifts her gaze from the Cursed Canis Minor to Nathan. "You know, your research has already had a profound impact on my work," she begins, her voice steady but tinged with admiration. "I recently treated a patient who had overdosed on a herb that, in moderation, is quite beneficial. But in excess, it nearly caused heart failure. The situation was dire, and conventional methods weren't enough."

Nathan listens intently, intrigued by her story.

"It was from Venomous Medicine" Anastasia continues, "The publication about the intricate balance between poisons and cures, how even the most dangerous substances can become life-saving treatments in the right hands. That's when I thought of using foxglove roots to create a concoction to counteract the overdose. It was a delicate process, and I couldn't afford any mistakes."

She pauses, her fingers gently brushing against the edge of her grimoire, as if drawing strength from the memory. "As I was preparing the extract, I focused on the mana flowing through me, but this time, I imagined Gordon's mana alongside mine, like he was there guiding my hand. It was strange, almost as if I could feel his presence with me, helping to refine the process, even though he wasn't physically there."

Gordon's eyes widen slightly at her words, a mixture of surprise and admiration flickering across his face. Anastasia meets his gaze briefly, a soft smile playing on her lips before she continues.

"The extract worked perfectly. I was able to stabilize the patient and reverse the effects of the overdose. It was a close call, but we saved him."

Nathan's expression shifts from one of curiosity to respect. "That's remarkable, Anastasia. It sounds like you've already begun to integrate the principles from my research into your healing practices. And to think, you did it with the support of Gordon's mana, even without him being there… That's a testament to the connection you two share."

Anastasia nods, the memory still vivid in her mind. "It made me realize just how much our magic can complement each other, even in the most unexpected ways. And it also showed me the potential for what we can achieve together—both in healing and beyond."

Gordon, still processing her words, felt a swell of pride and gratitude. Her success, her ability to draw upon his essence even in his absence, speaks volumes about the bond they've formed.

"That's incredible, Anase," he finally says, his voice filled with emotion. "I'm glad I could help, even if it was just through your memory of me."

Nathan nods in agreement, clearly impressed. "You two have something special. If we can harness that connection, who knows what kinds of breakthroughs we could make in the medical field."

The room fell into a contemplative silence, the weight of Anastasia's story lingering in the air. It's clear that the journey they've embarked on is one filled with possibilities, where the lines between life and death, healing and harm, are not so rigid—and where the strength of their bond can guide them through the most challenging of trials.