I'm Not Your Husband, You Evil Dragon!

"That is how Chief Sara helped change this world," Fiona said as they continued walking toward the agency headquarters.

"She founded this city in Anaya’s name so the child who changed her heart would never be forgotten. From then on, Anaya quietly protected humanity from the shadows while Chief Sara dedicated the rest of her life to preventing tragedies like Anaya’s from ever happening again."

Erza listened in silence, but the more she heard, the more dissatisfied she became.

Her expression remained calm, yet countless questions raced through her mind. Fiona accepted the story without doubt because she was human and had never understood the true nature of vampires.

Erza, however, was different.

She had lived among the Scarlet Dynasty her entire life.

She knew how prideful vampires were.

They considered humans nothing more than prey, insignificant creatures beneath them. Everything Fiona described completely contradicted everything Erza knew.

"Wait," Erza suddenly said, her voice interrupting Fiona’s explanation.

"That is not the full story."

Fiona turned toward her with a puzzled look.

"What do you mean?"

Erza’s violet eyes narrowed slightly as she continued walking.

"What happened after the execution?" she asked.

"You skipped the most important part."

Fiona blinked before answering.

"After that... Chief Sara devoted herself to humanity. She shared knowledge that was centuries ahead of its time and introduced scientific thinking wherever she traveled. Many of the old superstitions gradually disappeared because of her guidance. Countless innocent children throughout medieval Europe who would have been branded as cursed were saved because people slowly began abandoning those beliefs."

Erza immediately frowned.

"Are you kidding me?" she asked, genuine disbelief filling her voice.

"I am not asking what she accomplished afterward."

She looked directly at Fiona.

"I want to know what she did to the villagers or Jester demon."

Her voice became firmer.

"I want to know what happened after they burned Anaya alive."

Fiona’s footsteps slowed until she eventually stopped walking altogether.

She remained silent for several moments before letting out a quiet sigh.

"...We don’t know."

Erza’s brows knitted together.

"What do you mean you don’t know?"

Fiona let out a quiet sigh before replying.

"The truth is... we simply do not know. Everything related to that day was kept secret because Chief Sara never revealed it to anyone. She never spoke about what happened after Anaya died, nor did she ever explain what she did after losing her.

The only thing history remembers is that she founded Umbra and spent the rest of her life guiding humanity. She shared knowledge, advanced science, and gave humans a clear direction so they would stop killing each other over ignorance and superstition. But what truly happened after the execution..."

Fiona shook her head.

"...Chief Sara took that answer with her."

Erza fell silent.

None of it made sense. She instinctively placed Yuuta in Anaya’s position and imagined herself standing where Sara had once stood.

The answer came to her almost immediately. She would have slaughtered every demon responsible. Every villager who had participated.

Every person who had stood there and watched. If necessary, she would have erased entire kingdoms until nothing remained. She knew herself well enough to admit that much.

That was why the story disturbed her.

It did not fit. Either Sara had been the weakest vampire to ever exist... or she had never loved Anaya as deeply as everyone claimed. Yet that explanation collapsed the moment Erza remembered the execution itself.

Sara had stood beneath the morning sun while embracing Anaya’s burning body.

An ordinary vampire would have perished within moments under that sunlight.

Yet Sara survived. She had endured the pain without retreating, proving she possessed overwhelming strength far beyond any ordinary vampire.

Then... what had stopped her? Why had she not destroyed the world?

Erza continued walking, her thoughts becoming darker with every step. Was it merely another game played by higher beings?

Those who lived for thousands of years often entertained themselves by moving civilizations like pieces across a chessboard.

Had Anaya been nothing more than a single piece in some eternal game? Had Sara simply accepted the loss and continued playing?

No. Even that answer failed to satisfy her.

For the first time in many years, Erza encountered a mystery she could not solve through logic alone.

As they approached Anaya’s headquarters, her gaze slowly lifted toward the enormous tower rising above the city.

The structure had been forged from a rare black metal unlike anything found in the human world. Ancient runes covered its surface, and even from this distance she could feel an overwhelming presence watching over the entire building.

Her violet eyes narrowed.

Chief Sara was there.

Only Sara knew the truth.

Only she knew what had truly happened after Anaya’s execution... and why, instead of erasing humanity from existence, she had chosen to dedicate the rest of her immortal life to saving it.

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(Yuuta’s Apartment – Garden)

The afternoon sun hung heavy over the apartment garden, its golden rays filtering through the leaves of the old oak tree, casting dappled shadows across the grass.

Yuuta sat on the ground, his legs crossed, his shoulders slumped, his head bowed. He had been trying for hours, days, it felt like, to reach the soul realm, to touch the essence of who he was, to unlock the power that slept within him.

And he had failed.

Again and again and again.

Each time he thought he was close, each time he felt the silence deepen, the world fade, the presence of something ancient and vast waiting just beyond his reach, something would pull him back.

A sound.

A thought.

The crushing weight of his own doubt.

His hand rested on his palm, his fingers spread wide, his eyes fixed on the lines that crossed his skin. They were ordinary hands. Human hands.

The hands of a cook, a father, a man who had never been anything more than ordinary.

Why do I keep failing...? he wondered. No matter how hard I try, it’s never enough. Is it because I’m human... or because I’m just worthless?

Isvarn stood nearby, silently observing his student.

After watching Yuuta fail for the same reason again and again,

Isvarn stood a few feet away, his arms crossed, his ancient eyes fixed on the mortal before him. He had been watching Yuuta struggle for hours.

He had seen hope flicker in his eyes, only to slowly fade away. He had watched determination crumble into doubt.

Why can’t he reach that level? Isvarn wondered.

His growth has been astonishingly fast... yet every time he gets close, something stops him. Was my teaching flawed? Or is there another reason?

His gaze shifted, falling upon a notebook lying beside Yuuta.

the old dragon finally reached for the notebook Yuuta had been carrying throughout his lessons. It contained every explanation Erza had written about aura before she had left him.

Isvarn slowly turned each page, carefully studying every sentence, every diagram, and every note. As he continued reading, confusion gradually appeared on his aged face.

The explanations themselves were not incorrect. In fact, they were astonishingly accurate. However, Erza had intentionally written them in an overly complicated manner, exaggerating concepts that should have been simple.

It was almost as though she had deliberately made the final stage difficult to comprehend, ensuring that anyone following her notes would struggle to reach the deepest realm of the soul.

Closing the notebook, Isvarn shifted his gaze toward Yuuta, who was still trying to steady his breathing.

The old dragon let out a quiet sigh as understanding slowly settled within him. The problem had never been Yuuta’s talent. It was his identity.

Every time Yuuta entered the Silent Realm and approached the point where he had to acknowledge his own soul, he instinctively believed he was nothing more than an ordinary human.

That single belief created a contradiction.

His soul rejected the lie his mind accepted, causing the aura to recoil violently and inflict severe pain upon him before forcing him out of the realm.

That realization placed Isvarn in an impossible position.

He now understood exactly why Yuuta could not advance, yet solving the problem was another matter entirely.

He needed to teach Yuuta how to embrace the truth of his own existence without actually revealing what that truth was.

If he directly told Yuuta that he was a chimera, the ancient seal placed upon his memories would almost certainly begin to unravel.

Isvarn possessed immense knowledge of aura and dragons, but he did not possess Zani, the forgotten power Erza had used to weave the seal in the first place.

If those memories resurfaced prematurely, there would be no way to restore them.

The old dragon folded his arms, his violet eyes narrowing as he looked toward the exhausted young man sitting in the grass.

For perhaps the first time in centuries, Isvarn found himself facing a problem that strength alone could not solve.

Teaching Yuuta aura had never been the difficult part. Teaching him to accept himself without awakening the past... that was the true challenge.

Isvarn wanted to see it.

He wanted to witness the monster sleeping inside Yuuta.

If the instincts he had honed over countless centuries were correct, then the young man sitting before him possessed potential that could rival dragons themselves... perhaps even surpass them.

The old dragon had trained queens, dragon warriors, and countless prodigies throughout his lifetime, yet none of them had ever given him the same feeling Yuuta did.

It was as though an ancient existence slumbered beneath an ordinary human shell, held back by something neither of them could touch.

The seal.

That was the only thing standing in the way. It did not merely suppress Yuuta’s memories. It suppressed his very perception of himself.

As long as Yuuta believed he was nothing more than an ordinary human, his soul would continue rejecting him, preventing him from ever reaching the final realm of aura.

Several meters away, Yuuta lowered his head. His shoulders slumped in defeat as he stared silently at the palm of his hand.

The cuts across his fingers had already begun clotting, yet the sting remained. He slowly clenched his fist before opening it again, a bitter smile appearing on his face.

"So this is my limit..." he murmured to himself.

He had genuinely believed he could learn aura.

He had believed that if even a legendary dragon like Isvarn personally trained him, he would eventually succeed. Yet after hours of repeated failures, that confidence had begun to crumble. Every attempt ended the same way.

He could enter the Silent Realm. He could sense the flow of aura. He could follow every instruction perfectly.

But the final step... it was impossible.

Every single time he reached for his soul, it felt as though an invisible wall stood before him. No matter how hard he pushed, no matter how desperately he reached forward, something always rejected him and threw him back into reality with agonizing pain.

Maybe... maybe he simply was not meant to wield aura.

The thought settled heavily inside his chest.

Isvarn silently observed him from where he stood. The old dragon’s expression became unusually serious. He had trained warriors for centuries.

He had watched gifted students fail and ordinary students become legends. Experience had taught him one lesson above all others.

The moment a student truly believed they could not succeed... that was the moment they stopped growing.

Technique could be taught. Strength could be built. Talent could be refined. But once hope disappeared, even the greatest teacher in existence would struggle to lead their student any further.

"I cannot allow him to give up," Isvarn thought quietly.

Yet he was trapped. He could not reveal Yuuta’s true identity. He could not break the seal. He could not even hint that Yuuta was anything other than human.

The old dragon folded his arms, searching for a solution.

His voliet eyes wandered across the apartment garden until something caught his attention. High upon one of the tree branches hung a small cocoon, swaying gently with the afternoon breeze.

A butterfly cocoon.

Isvarn stared at it for several moments. Then... his ancient eyes slowly widened. The corners of his mouth lifted into a faint smile.

"I see..."

At that moment... the old dragon finally found a way.

A way to guide Yuuta toward his soul... without ever telling him who he truly was.

To be continued...

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