Yoon Yong-Il fell asleep despite my yelling, and I couldn't move much, and in the end, Cho Myeong-Suk came in and carried Yoon Yong-Il back to her room, and the next day I received Yoon Yong-Il's cold.
"You unlucky fool."
A girl holding a staff in her arms said while reading a book using telekinesis, she would glare at me from time to time, but in the end, she was just worried about my health.
"Zei, don't curse me like that."
"What I said is only the truth, to believe you caught a disease for using a dark type magic that's not even yours."
It was the truth, Cho Myeong-Suk said that my cold wasn't normal, and it was because of the influx of mana that is returning to my body because of Yoon Yong-Il's breath being imbued with the dark element, it wasn't the cold that Yoon Yong-Il brought, but I guess it was her fault as well.
"Sorry."