After walking for nearly five minutes in this impossibly large mansion, we turn and enter what looks to be a conference or living room.
Before I'm able to react or say anything, Teresa points at me and chants faster than I can listen, and suddenly, I'm face first slammed into the ground.
I can feel that I'm able to cast, yet I'm unable to move my body much, and I feel as if resisting would just make it worse. I'd rather just cycle healing magic through everywhere but my arms and try to weather the storm.
"A FEMALE ASSASSIN? ARE YOU TRYING TO BUILD A HAREM OR SOME SHIT!" Teresa yelled, delivering a kick to my side with a little more emotion than I was expecting. "YOU'RE GONNA BE MY KNIGHT NOT SOME CHEAP ADVENTURER!"
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"So, am I fired?" I ask sheepishly after around thirty minutes of berating from Teresa.
With a deep sigh, Teresa sits and releases me from my gravitational prison. I never knew that magic could be so scary.