Transmigrating from a zombie world to become the mecha kings wife

Chapter 149 The Danger Of Flames

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She had asked her father to have those old style Romanian baths included in the castle plans. Now she had the modern bathroom which had a voice activated system and she could say "shower head on or off, warm water, cold or hot." And she had the old style bath which she could fill with oils and flowers with warm water and just relax just as she was doing now.

Maybe it was a side effect of life on the zombie apocalypse but Scarlet liked it when there was a little bit of noise wherever she was. She didn't like the silence, too much silence was never a good thing. It would make her heart race uneasily, it was what happened before all hell broke lose. For this reason there was a television on the bathroom wall too, right now BSTV was showing the evening news which she was barely paying attention to. Severus had dropped some kind of heat cooling pill in the water which she was absorbing with her green flame. Scarlet was playing with the flame, using her fingers like matches with small green frames.

"It's beautiful." She smiled. "Look, I can make them appear and disappear with the will of my mind."

"You are learning how to control it." Severus nodded. "But keep in mind that the small stuff is easy, it's the big stuff which will be harder. If you do not control it you will burn your family or that little child of yours. Basically no one around you is safe right now, not even me."

"Saying such words to me will not boost my confidence." She reminded him. Making her doubt and fear the flame would only make her anxious and afraid. The flame was now part of her and she had accepted it, denying reality was not how she did things. This thing saved from that soul eater and brought her to level three in an instant, it was precious to her.

"I am just cautioning you, too much arrogance and confidence is not always a good thing. A lesson I earned painfully as a young hound."

"How old are you Severus?" She extinguished the flame and looked at him curiously.

"I can't die so thousands or millions of years, I don't know."

"Does it ever get boring, living forever? At some point you have to have wondered what it would be like to just let it all go. I wanted that so many times in the zombie apocalypse, I used to pray for it even. I wanted to close my eyes, go to sleep and never wake up, I was tired of everything, there was so much pain, desperation, fear, hatred and death." She closed her eyes and brought forth the memories of those dark days. "But it never happened, everyday I woke up and did the same thing, tried my best to survive hoping for a better future."

"And then you died, you got your wish or your prayer was answered after all." He reminded her.

"No, my prayer was to pass away peacefully in my sleep but the deity of life or Buddha that I worshipped did something else and instead I was betrayed by someone I loved, shot and feasted on by zombies while I was still alive. I could feel the pain of every bite and every rip into my body by those sharp teeth." Her voice was becoming intense and the heat in the bathroom started rising. Severus noticed that the water had started bubbling and Scarlet's body was covered in green flames. It would have been beautiful if she was not about to set them on fire or suck his blood dry judging by the the way it was jiggling in his body.

"Snap out of it." He yelled at her. "Your husband is coming." It didn't work, the frown on her face intensified and he could not approach her because the flames had created a boundary between them.

Severus picked up the slipper on the floor and used his power to hurl it at her cheek. She opened her eyes instantly and touched it.

"Aww." She said.

 "No time, extinguish your flames now." He yelled at her.

If he was not so serious she would have stopped to laugh at the way he was blowing air persistently on the flames as if he was putting out a fire and yet the wind made no dent on the flame.

She waved her hand and the flame retreated with ease, "That was easy." She said.

"No, that was dangerous. We are also going to include lessons in how to manage your anger before you end up in Lythia's enforcement hall for killing innocent humans. I thought this betrayal by that man from your former world did not bother you, was I wrong? Never mind, we will discuss this later."

The doors slid open and in walked Esong who started taking of his clothes. Then he entered the big bath and walked toward her.

"I was told that I would find you in here." He said with a smile. "I have to say that I have never seen a bath like this one. I don't know if I should commend you on your creativity or chastise you for wasting water."

"This planet has plenty of water." She replied. "And the water treatment plant has a way of filtering out all the dirt and unnecessary organisms from the water and sending it back into recirculation."

"Wait a minute, are we going to be cooking with the same water we use to bathe. Pardon me but I might throw up in my mouth." He frowned and gagged.

"The water from baths goes to a different treatment plant, so does the one from the kitchens and the one from the toilets. Apparently Bell found a way to turn that one into fertilizer. Unless you plan to give up on food, get on board with the program."

She was just finished speaking when he spun her around and looked at her back. With his fingers, he started tracing something, all the way to the top of her neck. "I saw you this morning and you did not have a tattoo. When did you decide to suddenly get one?"

Scarlet was confused because she was quite certain that she had not tattoos on her body. She had always been weirdly afraid of needles, why would she ink her body in that case?

"I..." She was about to ask him which tattoo and deny its existence when a voice cut her off.

"It's the flame on your back, the imprint looks like a tattoo." Severus said in her mind.

"I am not saying that it's not beautiful." Esong continued to trace his hands over it. "I like it, I am wondering where the inspiration came from?"

"I like flames." She blurted.

"I have seen red flames and slightly yellowish flames but never a green one. The artist did a great job with the detail, maybe I should get one too. On my shoulder, to match yours."

"Sure," she replied, "Do as you wish, it could be cool having matching tattoos." She said the last words in a whisper because he was kissing the tattoo gently.

The doors slid open again and in walked a young woman, her hands were humbly folded in front of her chest and she stood in one place, at the small steps which led down into the bath.