Lust after Power

As Raphael promised, later that day, he and Lillian stood in the training fields of the rose school together. It was late that night, so they had the place to themselves. The moon provided them with a faint light.

Lillian wore an all-black jumpsuit that clung tightly to her skin, making the slight curves of her body stand out. Her green hair was tied into a high bun, and she didn't wear her glasses.

Raphael had brought her sword with him, which he chucked over to her. The woman caught it with one hand, a surprised expression growing on her face.

"Y-you're giving it back to me?" She asked, trying her best to hide her happiness. It was evident that she loved the sword. Raphael didn't blame her.

The sword was incredible, it just failed to meet his standards.

"I felt bad," Raphael responded with a shrug of his shoulders. "You deserve it anyway, after your performance last night."