"The Seductress’s Game-Arc"

The Forbidden Teleportation Patterns

The warmth of the meal lingered as Kaito leaned back against the silken cushions of the tent, his cursed aura simmering low and calm. Across from him sat Lyla, her silver hair falling like a curtain over her shoulders, her body still cloaked in the flowing black robe of the Lust Empire’s former ritualist.

He spoke, his voice quiet but edged with thought.

“Lyla.”

She looked up instantly. “Yes, my lord?”

His eyes narrowed, a memory dancing in the depths of his gaze.

“When I first came here and met you… I saw sketches. Teleportation patterns — dozens of them. I want to see them again. I need to find a way to go back to my world.”

Lyla nodded, a flicker of hesitation in her eyes, but she didn’t question him.

“As you command, my lord. I will bring them here shortly.”

She rose gracefully and turned toward the tent's exit, her footsteps soft on the woven floor.