ITYVA 34🔐

Chapter 34

I let out a long breath, brushing my hair back.

“Haa… this bastard’s nonsense is really driving me insane.”

“B-bastard…?”

“What? You’re saying this all happened because you pushed me away? That buying medicine was the same as spending money on me? That if I marry you and bear three kids, you’ll release As?”

The more I repeated his words in my head, the more the fury rose, until it felt like my brain was being bleached out.

Just how lowly does he think of me? And how little does he think of As, to spew garbage like that?

“I warned you, didn’t I.”

I suddenly reached out and grabbed Millen by the collar.

“I told you not to give me another reason to blush in anger again.”

I yanked him toward the window without hesitation.

Thanks to Silavie’s power, our forms were hidden, so I didn’t have to worry about prying eyes.

Of course, Millen panicked and struggled desperately, but there was no way he could shake off the strength I had under the spirit’s blessing.

“L-let go! Let me go right now, do you hear me?!”

He screamed, but his voice couldn’t pierce through the thick layers of air created by the Silavies.

Outside the window, Hisha—summoned by me—was quietly waiting.

I effortlessly subdued the thrashing Millen, threw him onto Hisha, and headed straight for a desolate hill.

It didn’t take long to get there.

Perhaps the shock of flying through the sky rattled him even more, because Millen’s frenzy was worse than before.

I kicked him down from Hisha, letting him crash into the ground, then walked slowly toward him.

“Y-you think you’ll get away with this?!”

Covered in dirt, he seemed to spout any words that came to mind.

I smirked at him, raising one hand.

“Oh, I think I’ll get away with it just fine.”

At that instant, the ground trembled with a rumbling sound.

I clenched my fist as though grasping at the air, and from the earth, rope-like coils of soil suddenly shot up and bound Millen.

“Wha—what the hell?!”

The earthen ropes wrapped around him tightly, dragging him helplessly to the ground.

With a heavy thud, Millen fell backward.

“Aaagh!”

His scream rang out, pained and pathetic.

I walked up to him, raising my right hand slowly.

“Stop straining. I’m saying this for your own good.”

“What? What are you—gaaagh!”

As I clenched my hand in the air, massive boulders surged from the earth, pressing down one by one on his limbs.

Millen thrashed like a madman, but his arms and legs were already tied tight by the earthen ropes. He couldn’t move an inch.

Every time I pressed more weight onto the stones, his shrill, unpleasant screams split the air.

“You crazy bitch! If you’re going to go mad, at least do it gracefully—!”

Clearly, my gentle warning had gone in one ear and out the other. He kept struggling, pouring every ounce of strength into resisting.

His flushed face was smeared with spit and sweat.

I gave him a once-over and shrugged.

“Well, if they break, at least you won’t be kidnapping anyone again. I’ll just go ahead and break them.”

I loosened the soil ropes slightly.

The moment the restraining force eased, Millen’s shoulders—straining to rise—snapped upward with inertia.

And collided perfectly with my foot.

Of course, I’d coated my foot in hard ice just before, so the impact’s force transferred wholly into his shoulder.

“Ugh… Aaaaagh!”

This scream was on a different level altogether—raw and desperate.

His shoulder must’ve snapped.

“See? If you’d listened, good things would’ve come your way. But ignoring your senior’s words? That’s what you get.”

While I clicked my tongue, Millen writhed in agony before shouting hoarsely:

“T-that brat! Don’t you want to save that damn brat?!”

“Hm?”

“I’m the only one who knows where that brat is! Release me—release me right now, and I’ll generously overlook this incident—!”

“What a laughable fool.”

I snorted and crouched down in front of him.

With our eyes on the same level, Millen glared daggers at me.

I tilted my head, tapping his cheek lightly.

“You sure you graduated from the Atlanta Academy? Why’s your brain so slow?”

“W-what…?!”

“As’s location? Yeah, don’t you dare tell me.”

My eyes narrowed, cold and sharp.

“Because I don’t need your so-called mercy.”

With that, I rose to my feet and swept my hand through the air.

Behind me, Silavies blossomed like silver wings.

“Guys, find As!”

Countless silver butterflies flapped their wings and scattered into the air.

“Wh-what the hell is this…?”

Even forgetting his pain, Millen stared blankly at them.

I sighed, giving him a light kick with my foot.

“Hey, be honest. You didn’t really graduate from Atlanta Academy, did you? How can you not even recognize spirits?”

“W-what? You ignorant wench—don’t insult my—aaagh!”

“Funny, isn’t it? You call yourself educated, yet you keep calling me ‘wench’ like an idiot. Why’s that, huh?”

I was just about to stomp down hard when suddenly, one Silavie fluttered toward me.

It must’ve found As.

Ignoring the groaning Millen, I asked,

“You found As? Take me there.”

The Silavie fluttered twice in affirmation before flying ahead.

Leaving Millen bound on the ground, I quickly followed the spirit.

Whether he got torn apart by wild beasts or managed to survive by luck—it wasn’t my concern.

The Silavie led me to a desolate alley, far from the bustling streets.

The place was deserted and dim, light barely reaching in, lined with abandoned warehouses that gave off an eerie air.

“That damn Millen…”

I muttered darkly and trailed the Silavie without hesitation as it passed one shabby door after another.

Finally, deep into the alley, the Silavie stopped before a particular door.

“So this is it.”

It flapped its wings as if to confirm.

I twisted the rusted doorknob, but it rattled uselessly—it was locked.

“Guys, break the door!”

I had no time to think of other methods.

At my request, the faithful spirits obeyed once again.

With a loud crash, the door shattered.

As the cloud of dust settled, my eyes fell on a large sack against the far wall of the empty warehouse.

“As—!”

I rushed forward and tore the sack open.

Inside, drenched in cold sweat and unconscious, was As.

“Ha… Akes…”

I should never have left you alone.

For some reason, tears welled up.

From the Grand Duke Baharman to Millen—why is everyone so obsessed with tormenting you?

My trembling hands reached out, pulling As into my arms.

Thankfully, aside from fainting, there were no serious injuries.

The moment I confirmed he was safe, tears spilled down my cheeks.

I immediately poured healing magic into him.

Brilliant light bloomed around his body, suffusing into every inch before fading.

Finished, I carefully readjusted him in my arms and stood up.

“Hisha, let’s go.”

I didn’t want to stay in this cursed place another second.

At my command, Hisha launched into the sky with a powerful leap.

“…”

The cool wind brushed my cheek, and my hair rippled like waves behind me.

I hugged As’s body tighter against my chest, silent.

My heart was restless.

My stomach churned, as if I might throw up.

So if I hadn’t had the power of spirits, I would’ve lost As without a chance…

The terror I hadn’t registered earlier—smothered by rage—began to bloom inside me.

If As hadn’t been kidnapped, then I would’ve been.

And I would’ve been forced into a marriage I never wanted.

“…That vile bastard…”

I muttered through gritted teeth, shuddering.