Elion could do nothing but watch as Celeste dragged him off to who knows where. Of course, he wasn't bored; his eyes were more than preoccupied with watching the sway of her ample hips as she led him through the quiet street.
There was a high chance he could regain control of his body by circulating mana and breaking whatever spell this was.
It didn't feel that complex. But he didn't try. If he forced his way out of her hold, she might only get angrier at him. And judging by how easily she had restrained him, that wouldn't end well.
So he simply floated after her while she walked ahead without looking back.
After a few blocks, they stopped in front of a very popular, very expensive-looking restaurant.
Before he could properly take it in, the tension around his body vanished.
And then—
He was dropped hard onto the ground. Right onto his backside.
"Ouch," he complained, rubbing it as he got up awkwardly with a wry smile. "Be gentler, will you?"
"Follow."
