I'm Not Your Husband, You Evil Dragon!

Yuuta’s crimson eyes widened.

Crown of Wrath...

The name echoed inside his mind, circling back on itself like something he should have recognized but couldn’t quite reach. He never got the chance to finish the thought.

The monster’s twin axes were already descending, tearing through the air with terrifying force and casting enormous shadows that swallowed the last of the light inside the ancient temple.

Every instinct in his body screamed at him to move, to run, to do anything at all to survive. yet his legs stayed rooted to the shattered floor, refusing to obey, as death came rushing toward him once again in the same shape it always did.

All he could do was watch.

Then something inside his chest stirred.

A faint crimson light began seeping through his torn body, so weak at first that it could have passed for a trick of his own failing vision, some hallucination born from blood loss and exhaustion.

But within a single heartbeat it grew brighter, pulsing beneath his skin in a steady, deliberate rhythm and it didn’t beat in time with his own heart.

It was something else entirely.

Older.

Heavier.

As though a second heart had just woken up somewhere deep inside his soul, one that had been sleeping there his whole life without his knowledge.

The strange light spread slowly across his chest, illuminating the blood already soaked into his skin, and for the briefest instant, countless unfamiliar symbols flickered into existence beneath the surface before vanishing again just as quickly.

The monster saw it.

For the first time since Yuuta had entered the Nightmare Trial, the giant octopus warrior hesitated, its crimson eyes narrowing on the glow.

The amusement that had lived there since the beginning drained away, and so did the disappointment that had followed it.

In their place, for the first time, Yuuta saw something he hadn’t expected to ever find in those eyes.

Caution.

But the axes kept falling anyway. Whatever caution had crept into the creature, it clearly wasn’t enough to make it stop it simply decided, in that same unhurried way it decided everything, that killing him now was safer than waiting to see what might wake up inside him.

The blades reached him.

BOOOOOOOM!!

The explosion that followed wasn’t the axes. It was Yuuta himself.

Crimson and black energy tore outward with overwhelming violence, swallowing the altar beneath him as the shockwave ripped through the ancient chamber.

Stone pillars shattered on impact, enormous cracks split across the floor in every direction, and fragments of broken rock blasted through the temple like loosed arrows.

Yuuta never even had time to scream before the force tore through him, his torso disappearing inside the eruption of light, his head thrown clear across the temple, spinning violently before it struck one of the massive stone pillars still standing.

CRACK!!

His skull hit the wall hard enough to end the spin instantly, and he dropped to the blood-soaked floor below in a heap. His vision blurred almost at once, blood pouring into both eyes, but somehow barely, impossibly. he was still conscious.

Through one half-open eye, he forced himself to look toward the center of the explosion as the smoke slowly began to drift away.

The monster was still standing there.

Not a single wound marked its enormous body. It hadn’t been pushed back so much as an inch. It hadn’t even flinched.

Yuuta’s broken lips trembled.

...A monster, he thought, the words barely holding together in his fading mind.

No.

Not just a monster.

The monster of monsters.

Whatever hope had flickered to life inside him only moments earlier collapsed completely under the weight of that realization. Even that explosion. something powerful enough to obliterate his own body in the process hadn’t managed to leave so much as a mark on the thing standing over him.

Then, from the very center of the blast, something rose.

It didn’t step out from the smoke or emerge from some hidden corner of the temple it simply unfolded upward out of the crater where Yuuta’s own chest had been, as though the explosion itself had given birth to it.

A figure cloaked entirely in darkness rose slowly to its full height, and for one horrifying instant Yuuta couldn’t tell if it had come from somewhere else entirely or if it had been living inside him this whole time, curled somewhere beneath his ribs, waiting for exactly this moment to finally climb free.

He couldn’t make out a face beneath the darkness. He couldn’t even tell if it was a man or a woman standing there, or whether either word even applied to something that had just crawled out of his own body.

It was nothing more than a human-shaped silhouette carved from absolute black, and yet it stood before the monster that had slaughtered him more times than he could count without the slightest trace of fear.

Something shifted in response.

The monster straightened. Its massive frame went rigid, its posture changing in a way Yuuta had never seen it change before no longer the loose, unhurried stance of a predator watching prey, but something closer to attention. Something that almost looked like respect.

Yuuta forced his one remaining eye to stay open.

Who... are...

His thought dissolved before he could finish it.

His consciousness was slipping now, the darkness around him growing heavier by the second, his hearing beginning to fade in and out like a radio losing signal.

Still, through all of it, two voices reached him from somewhere close by.

"So," the first voice said.

It was calm.

Ancient. Impossible to place, layered with something Yuuta couldn’t identify even if his mind had been working properly.

"How is he?"

The monster answered without hesitation, its deep voice rolling through the darkness like something felt more than heard.

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"He is still far too weak," it said. "I do not believe he can kill me."

"So that’s how it’s going," the shadow figure said, its voice betraying nothing beyond mild curiosity.

"Yes," the monster answered. "Will he ever even succeed?" the monster asked.

Silence followed.

Then the cloaked figure spoke again, quiet and certain in a way that made the words feel heavier than they should have.

"He will."

The certainty in those two words sent a chill through what little consciousness Yuuta had left.

"He will return," the figure continued, "after he loses everything."

Everything.

The word echoed over and over inside Yuuta’s dying mind, refusing to fade even as everything else around him began to.

Everything? What does that mean?

He tried to ask.

His lips never moved.

The voices faded further, swallowed whole by the darkness pressing in from every side, and the last fragment of his consciousness slipped away as he sank deeper into the abyss waiting beneath him.

Once again, death welcomed him home.

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Location: Libeus Agency

Place: Interrogation Room

Sara let out a long, exhausted breath, and her legs finally gave out beneath her.

She collapsed onto the cold floor, one hand clutching her chest while the other braced against the cracked tiles, cold sweat rolling down her forehead as she forced herself to breathe evenly again. Only after confirming that every trace of Erza’s presence had genuinely vanished from the agency did she allow herself to relax even slightly.

She hadn’t tried to stop her. She hadn’t even considered it.

After everything she’d witnessed inside that room, she had no idea what a being like that was capable of doing to anyone foolish enough to stand in her way.

A few moments later, quiet footsteps echoed through the ruined chamber as Fiona stepped inside. Her amber eyes moved slowly across the destruction.

the shattered walls, the broken chains still swaying faintly from the ceiling, the cracked interrogation table split clean down the middle. before finally settling on Sara, sitting helpless on the floor. Nothing about today made sense to her.

The Salesman Demon had trembled. The Demon King himself had sounded afraid through the communication ritual, his voice cracking in a way Fiona had never once imagined possible. But what unsettled her most wasn’t any of that.

It was Sara.

The strongest woman Fiona had ever known was sitting on the ground, and for the first time in the years she’d served under her, Sara looked genuinely, unmistakably frightened.

"Chief..." Fiona said quietly.

Sara raised one trembling hand, closing her eyes as she spoke.

"Just..... give me a moment, Fiona." She inhaled deeply, trying to steady the wild rhythm of her own heartbeat while wiping the sweat from her face.

"The greatest threat on this planet has finally left this room. Let me regain my sanity first."

Fiona shook her head.

"No."

Her voice stayed low, but the confusion behind it had already begun curdling into something sharper. She took a step closer, her eyes never leaving Sara’s face.

"Answer me chief. Slowly." Another step. "Who is she? And why is she so strong?"

Sara said nothing.

Fiona’s breathing grew heavier as every moment from the interrogation replayed itself behind her eyes Erza’s casual, almost bored dismantling of the entire room, the Demon King’s voice shaking through the ritual, the Salesman Demon’s complete and total despair.

None of it matched anything Fiona thought she understood about power, about danger, about the woman standing at the center of it all.

"Chief," she said again, her voice cracking this time. "Who is she?"

Still, Sara didn’t answer.

The silence stretched too long, and something inside Fiona finally broke.

"WHO IS SHE?!" Her voice tore through the ruined room, echoing off broken stone. "WHY WAS EVERYONE AFRAID OF HER? The Salesman Demon. The Demon King. Even you, Chief!"

Her voice cracked further, rising to something close to desperation. "WHYY?!"

Across the room, Captain Lily froze mid-step. The elite agents exchanged uneasy glances, and the silence that followed felt heavier than the scream that had caused it.

Slowly, Sara lifted her head, and Fiona noticed something that unsettled her far more than anything she’d witnessed so far.

Sara was trembling.

Not from exhaustion.

From fear.

Sara pushed herself up off the floor and crossed the distance between them until only a single step separated her from Fiona. Her eyes, usually steady with the kind of confidence that had led this agency through seven centuries of war, held nothing of the sort now.

What Fiona saw there instead was something she’d never once seen in her chief’s expression before.

"You asked me," Sara said, her voice unsteady,

"why we fear her."

Fiona nodded silently, not trusting herself to speak.

Sara glanced toward the doorway Erza had disappeared through only minutes earlier before she continued.

"If I refused to submit to her," she said quietly, "do you know what would happen?"

Fiona swallowed, her throat suddenly dry. "No," she said. "I don’t know."

Sara’s voice, when it came again, had turned cold, threaded through with something close to fear.

"I would die," she said. "For not honoring a divine being."

She paused, and the silence that followed lasted long enough that Fiona almost said something just to fill it. Then Sara slowly shook her head.

"No. It wouldn’t end with just me."

She swallowed hard, and something crossed her face for a moment, some memory Fiona couldn’t see, couldn’t reach, but could tell was heavier than anything Sara had carried in front of her before.

"This entire world," Sara said, "would be slaughtered beneath her blade."

The words landed like lightning striking the room.

Captain Lily’s eyes went wide, her whole body going rigid where she stood. The elite agents near the back wall froze completely, none of them daring to so much as shift their weight.

"W-what?" The word barely made it past her lips, thin and disbelieving.

Sara closed her eyes before she answered, as if she needed the darkness behind her own eyelids to get the rest of the sentence out.

"I mean exactly what I said."

Her voice, when it came, had lost every trace of hesitation. It was quiet now. Absolute.

"She is the walking death," Sara said. "She is the Blade of Atlantis. The monster who doesn’t even fear the gods."

Her trembling deepened as the name finally rose to her lips, the name that every kingdom scattered across Nova had learned, over centuries, to speak with equal parts reverence and terror.

"She is Erza Vely Dragomir," Sara said. "The Queen of Atlantis."

She lowered her head as the words left her, as though the simple act of saying that name out loud had cost her something she couldn’t easily get back.

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"The living calamity," Sara said softly. "The walking embodiment of destruction."

Silence consumed the interrogation room.

Nobody spoke.

Nobody even dared to shift their footing.

Every elite agent, every researcher, and even Captain Lily remained frozen where they stood as the weight of those words settled over them like a physical thing.

"...The living calamity..."

Fiona repeated the title almost without meaning to, her voice barely above a whisper, her Amber eyes clouded with disbelief as she stared at Sara.

Some part of her wanted to deny it, wanted to believe her chief was exaggerating out of shock or exhaustion.

But after everything she’d witnessed inside this room today, she could no longer convince herself that such a thing was impossible.

Sara turned toward her slowly and let out a long breath. Whatever fear had settled into her eyes hadn’t faded in the slightest. if anything, simply speaking about Erza seemed to deepen it further, drawing the memory closer to the surface than she wanted it to be.

"Yes," she said. "She’s the living nightmare of Nova." Sara paused for a moment, choosing her next words with visible care.

"She doesn’t believe in justice. She doesn’t believe in good. She doesn’t even believe in evil, not really not the way the rest of us think about it."

She let that settle before continuing, her expression growing unusually serious.

"She only believes in herself. Whatever she decides is right becomes truth the instant she decides it absolute, unquestionable truth. And if someone is foolish enough to stand against that truth..." Sara’s gaze dropped toward the floor.

"...they simply disappear."

Her eyes drifted slowly toward the entrance of the interrogation room, where Erza had vanished only minutes earlier.

"Do you remember our early training?" she asked. "The Story I told you about Nova?"

Fiona nodded immediately. "Yes, Chief."

"You told me it was a terrifying world," Fiona added quietly. "That countless monsters lived there."

Sara gave a bitter smile and shook her head.

"Forget every one of those story. The creatures I warned you about, the monsters I described, the beings capable of leveling entire kingdoms..." she exhaled slowly, "they all stand beneath her. Every single one of them."

Her voice stayed calm even as the words themselves carried a weight that made Fiona’s stomach turn.

"She stands above every nightmare Nova has ever produced," Sara continued.

"It’s far wiser to submit to her than to provoke her, foolishly or otherwise. Either way" She sighed, the sound heavier than any words could have been.

"that unbelievably powerful existence has somehow chosen to help humanity. I still don’t understand why. Someone like her shouldn’t care about us. She shouldn’t care about Earth at all."

She shook her head slightly, as if still trying to make sense of it herself.

"And yet she chose to interfere anyway."

Another long breath escaped her.

"If she truly enters this war," Sara said,

"I honestly don’t think humanity will need to fight very much of it. She’ll end things herself, long before the rest of us get the chance."

Fiona said nothing for a long moment.

Her thoughts had already drifted toward Yuuta, toward the promise Erza had made, toward the terrifying certainty she’d seen behind the Dragon Queen’s eyes the entire time she’d spoken.

Only now did she fully understand what that certainty had actually meant.

Erza hadn’t been making empty promises.

She would see every single one of them through, whatever the cost, whoever stood in her way. And if Fiona herself somehow became an obstacle to that if she ever tried to stand between Erza and whatever she’d decided was hers to protect. she understood now, with total clarity, that she wouldn’t survive the attempt.

She couldn’t refusing Yuuta now. Not anymore. Not after learning exactly who Erza truly was.

Sara finally turned away from her and faced the rest of the personnel still standing frozen throughout the room.

Her commanding presence returned almost instantly, settling back over her like a coat she’d simply set aside for a moment and was now putting back on. the composure expected of the Director of the Libeus Agency.

"Elite Team," she said.

Every agent straightened their backs at once.

"Take the Salesman Demon’s corpse to the research division. I want every possible piece of information extracted before decomposition sets in. Study his mana. Study his blood. Study whatever remains of his soul." Her voice sharpened. "I want answers."

The agents lowered their heads in unison. "Yes, Chief."

Sara turned her attention to Captain Lily next.

"Pass an emergency classified order through the entire agency. Every department. Every operative. Every researcher."

Captain Lily saluted immediately. "Yes, Chief."

Sara’s expression hardened further, something final settling into her voice.

"From this moment onward," she said, "the entire Libeus Agency operates under the authority of the Queen of Atlantis."

A heavy silence spread through the room once more. Nobody questioned the order. Nobody objected. After everything they’d witnessed today, doing either would have been nothing short of madness.

"And one more thing," Sara added, her eyes sweeping slowly across every person still standing in the room.

"If any member of this agency dares to disrespect Her Majesty arrest them immediately. If they continue.." her voice dropped lower, colder, "execute them before the rumors have a chance to spread."

Captain Lily nodded without a moment’s hesitation. "As you command, Chief."

The elite agents answered together, their voices perfectly synchronized. "Yes, Chief."

Without conquering a single nation, without raising an army, without shedding so much as another drop of blood, the Queen of Atlantis had just brought the entire Libeus Agency beneath her authority.

Meanwhile... Erza

Erza shot across the evening sky like a crimson comet, her body slicing through the air with such terrifying speed that shockwaves rippled behind her.

Buildings blurred into meaningless streaks beneath her feet while the wind screamed against her face, unable to slow her down even in the slightest. Every second felt unbearably long. Every heartbeat only made the uneasiness growing inside her chest stronger.

Her thoughts refused to settle.

For the first time in a very long while...

The Dragon Queen was afraid.

Her violet eyes narrowed as countless possibilities flashed through her mind one after another. None of them made sense, yet every instinct she possessed was screaming that something had happened to Yuuta.

What is it...?

What happened...?

She clenched her jaw so tightly that the surrounding air began trembling from the pressure leaking out of her body.

Then...

A horrifying possibility crossed her mind.

Her pupils shrank.

"No..."

She whispered.

"...It can’t be."

Her speed increased even further.

Did my Yuuta... fall into a nightmare?

The thought alone made her heart skip a beat.

Her mind immediately rejected it.

Impossible.

Without mana...

Without aura...

The Crown Seal shouldn’t activate.

It can’t happen.

It shouldn’t happen.

Yet no matter how many times she denied it...

That suffocating feeling inside her chest refused to disappear.

Instead...

It became stronger.

Then the faint voice echoed through her soul once again.

"...Save me..."

It was weak.

Broken.

So distant that anyone else would have mistaken it for an illusion.

But Erza knew that voice.

She would recognize it even if the entire universe fell silent.

Yuuta.

Her breathing became uneven.

Fear slowly crept across her beautiful face.

"No..."

She whispered again, this time with desperation.

"Please..."

"Please don’t let me be too late..."

She gritted her teeth as Voliet aura erupted around her body, tearing apart the clouds above the city. Windows below rattled violently while birds fled in every direction, sensing the terrifying existence rushing overhead.

The Dragon Queen no longer cared who saw her.

She no longer cared about hiding her strength.

She only cared about reaching him.

"Yuuta..."

Her voice trembled for the very first time.

"I’m coming."

"Just hold on..."

"I’m coming to you."

With another deafening sonic boom, Erza vanished into the horizon, racing toward Yuuta’s apartment with every ounce of speed she possessed, praying that she wasn’t already too late.

To Be Continued...

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