“What? Wait, then why would you ask me to attack you? Oh my god, what if I had actually taken your head off? Are you trying to make me a murderer?” I screeched.
“I would not have let that happen,” Kyle said evenly. “There are two possibilities that I can think of right now. First, assuming that your claim that you’re not Eleanora is true—”
“It is,” I interrupted.
“When you can provide evidence or witnesses, I will believe you completely,” Kyle finished as if my interruption didn’t even occur. “If what you are saying is indeed true, then you might be the cause of all of this. It is conceivable that since you are not the true owner of that body, your presence might be rejecting magic from external sources.”
