I'm Not Your Husband, You Evil Dragon!

Location: Liebus Agency

Place: Command Room

The command room had fallen unusually quiet.

Sara remained kneeling on the floor before Erza, her usual commanding presence nowhere to be seen. Across from her, Erza sat comfortably in the commander’s chair, one leg crossed over the other as her violet eyes rested on the vampire before her.

There was no hostility in the Dragon Queen’s expression this time. What she carried instead was curiosity.

Ever since learning about Sara’s past, one question had continued bothering her.

The Blood Dynasty was infamous even among ancient races. They were not known for compassion toward humans. To them, humanity had once been little more than livestock creatures whose blood could be taken whenever necessary. Yet the woman kneeling before Erza now had been willing to sacrifice her own life to protect hundreds of human soldiers.

Even stranger was what happened after Anaya’s death.

Humans had executed the person Sara treasured most.

And yet Sara hadn’t exterminated them.

Erza wanted to know why.

Sara took a slow breath before finally raising her head.

"My Queen... what I am about to tell you is rather long. I hope I will not bore Your Majesty."

Erza gave a small nod.

"Don’t worry about that. Continue."

Sara inhaled deeply, preparing herself for memories she hadn’t spoken about properly in centuries.

"It began in the year 1326 CE, nearly seven hundred years ago, in a small village..."

"Wait."

Sara immediately stopped.

Erza stared at her.

"Are you telling me the entire story from the beginning?"

Sara blinked.

"...Yes, my Queen."

"No." Erza waved one hand dismissively. "Fiona already told me most of that. Skip ahead and tell me what happened after Anaya’s execution."

Sara’s eyes widened slightly.

Fiona...?

Her fingers tightened against her dress.

How dare that woman steal the shining part of my story? That was supposed to be my moment.

Erza narrowed her eyes after noticing the strange silence.

"What happened?"

Sara immediately snapped back to reality.

"Nothing, my Queen."

She quickly lowered her head again.

"I will continue from there."

Erza watched her suspiciously for another second before allowing the matter to pass.

Sara’s expression gradually changed. The brief irritation disappeared, replaced by something much heavier as memories from seven centuries ago began resurfacing.

"Your Majesty already knows most of what happened before Anaya’s execution. However... there are things even Fiona couldn’t possibly know."

Her voice became quieter.

"Because she wasn’t there."

Erza’s expression grew slightly more serious.

Sara lowered her eyes toward the floor.

"After they executed Anaya... I held her body in my arms."

Even after seven hundred years, those words were difficult to speak.

"Everyone was watching me. The villagers, the priests, the people who had condemned her... all of them simply stood there while I held what remained of the person I loved."

Sara’s hands slowly curled into fists.

"Anaya was terrified of fire."

Erza remained silent.

"After everything she had suffered, I spent years teaching her not to fear it. Whenever she became frightened, I would stay beside her and tell her that fire couldn’t hurt her anymore. I told her she was safe."

A bitter smile appeared on Sara’s face.

"And in the end..."

Her voice weakened.

"...she died in those very flames."

For the first time since Sara began speaking, Erza’s indifferent expression softened slightly.

Sara continued before the memories could overwhelm her.

"I couldn’t even properly mourn her. The sun was already rising, and my body had begun burning beneath it."

Sara could still remember it.

Anaya’s lifeless body against her chest.

The unbearable heat of the morning sun touching her skin.

Smoke rising from her own flesh while she refused to release the woman in her arms.

Every instinct within Sara’s vampiric body had screamed at her to find shelter, but the physical pain had felt insignificant compared to what was happening inside her.

"I knew the sunlight was killing me," Sara said quietly. "But I didn’t care anymore."

Her eyes became distant.

"I had already lost the only person I wanted to live for."

Erza’s violet eyes remained fixed on her.

There was something strange about hearing those words now. Erza didn’t interrupt this time. Perhaps because, for reasons she didn’t want to examine too closely, she understood that particular kind of pain far better than she would have yesterday.

Sara’s jaw tightened.

"The people who killed her were standing right in front of me. I could see them. I could hear them. I knew exactly who had taken her from me."

Her fingernails pressed against her palms.

"And I could do nothing."

The humiliation had remained with her for centuries.

"I was supposed to be a survivor of the Blood Dynasty. Yet there I was, kneeling in the dirt like some pathetic fool, burning beneath the sun while the humans responsible for Anaya’s death watched me suffer."

Sara slowly raised her head.

Something in her eyes had changed.

"But then..."

Her voice became darker.

"...Heaven heard me."

The words made Erza’s eyes narrow with interest.

Sara could still remember that moment perfectly. The sunlight that had been mercilessly burning her skin suddenly began to weaken, and at first she believed her senses were failing because she was close to death.

However, when she finally lifted her head toward the sky, she realized the sun itself was disappearing behind something enormous.

"Black clouds began gathering above the village. They came from every direction so quickly that nobody understood what was happening. Within minutes, they had swallowed the entire sky, covering the sun and casting the whole town into darkness."

Sara slowly closed her eyes as the seven-hundred-year-old memory became painfully vivid again.

"The sunlight stopped burning me and the villagers who had been watching Anaya’s execution began looking toward the sky in confusion, while I remained there holding her body. At that moment, I didn’t know what those clouds meant or why they had suddenly appeared."

Sara opened her crimson eyes again and looked directly at Erza.

"All I knew was that for the first time since Anaya died... the sun could no longer stop me."

Erza’s violet eyes widened slightly as Sara continued her story.

"Once the sun disappeared, there was nothing left to stop me," Sara said quietly. "My body healed, my strength returned... and after that, I went on a rampage."

Erza didn’t interrupt. She already understood what that meant. A vampire from the Blood Dynasty had just watched someone she treasured burn to death, and the only thing preventing her from taking revenge had suddenly vanished. If anything, what happened next was exactly what Erza would expect from Sara’s kind.

Sara lowered her eyes as memories from seven hundred years ago slowly became clearer.

"I killed the executioner first. Then the guards who restrained Anaya, the village chief who ordered her execution, and everyone else standing nearby. But I didn’t stop with them. I turned toward the villagers who had gathered to watch her die, and in my mind, every single one of them was guilty."

Her fingers slowly curled against her clothes.

"I didn’t care whether they were men or women. I didn’t care whether they begged me or tried to explain themselves. They had stood there while Anaya screamed inside those flames, and some of them had even celebrated when she died. So I wanted them to experience the same fear she had experienced."

The village had quickly descended into chaos. People who had gathered only minutes earlier to witness an execution were now desperately running through the streets, hiding inside their homes or trying to escape toward the surrounding forest. Sara hunted them without mercy, and every person she killed only pushed her further into the rage consuming her.

"Before long, the streets were covered in blood," Sara continued, her crimson eyes lowered as the memory returned with uncomfortable clarity. "I remember believing that eventually I would feel satisfied. I thought that if I killed enough of them, perhaps the pain inside me would finally disappear."

A bitter expression crossed her face as she slowly shook her head.

"But it didn’t."

No matter how many people died, Anaya remained dead. Every scream only reminded Sara of the scream she had been unable to stop, and every corpse lying across the village only reminded her of the one body she desperately wished she could bring back. Yet rage had already consumed her too deeply, and by the time it finally began to fade, nearly a hundred people had died by her hands.

"When everything became quiet, I found myself standing alone in the middle of what I had done," Sara said. "There was blood everywhere. Bodies across the streets, houses destroyed, families dead... and I simply stood there holding my sword."

Her fingers slowly tightened against her clothes.

"I couldn’t even move anymore. Not because I was exhausted, but because I suddenly realized I had nothing left to live for. Anaya was gone and the Revenge hadn’t brought her back, and killing those people hadn’t made me feel any better. For the first time, I truly didn’t know what I was supposed to do next."

Erza had remained silent until then, but there was one part of Sara’s story that still didn’t make sense. The woman sitting before her had once slaughtered humans without hesitation, yet seven hundred years later, that same vampire had somehow become the Chief of an organization dedicated to protecting humanity.

"Then why did you decide to help humanity?" Erza finally asked.

Sara’s expression changed.

For several seconds, she didn’t answer. Then she slowly raised her crimson eyes toward the Dragon Queen.

"Because of him."

Erza’s violet eyes narrowed.

"Him?"

Sara nodded, but something unusual appeared in her eyes. It wasn’t the grief she showed whenever she spoke about Anaya, nor was it the guilt she carried over the villagers she had slaughtered.

It was fear.

"After the massacre, when I thought everything was finally over, demons began appearing around the village. One after another, they emerged from the darkness until there were nearly a thousand of them surrounding me."

Sara’s expression remained calm as she spoke. Being surrounded hadn’t frightened her that night. She had just slaughtered nearly an entire village while consumed by grief, and with Anaya already dead, there was very little left that could make her care about her own life.

"But the number of demons wasn’t what shocked me, my Queen. It was the one who appeared among them."

Erza remained silent, watching as Sara’s crimson eyes gradually darkened.

"The Jester Demon."

Sara’s hand tightened against her clothes as merely remembering the creature brought back the hatred she had carried for centuries.

"The same demon that had been playing with me from the beginning. The one who kept distracting me whenever I came close to the truth. The one who manipulated everything from behind the shadows..."

Her voice became heavier.

"...and the one responsible for Anaya’s death."

Sara took a slow breath, forcing herself to continue despite the anger rising inside her.

"By then, I finally understood that the Jester Demons were behind what happened to Anaya. They had spread the rumors, fed the villagers’ fear and manipulated everyone until Anaya became the perfect target for their hatred."

Sara’s crimson eyes narrowed.

"So when I saw that Jester standing among those demons, I didn’t hesitate anymore. I was ready to kill every last one of them, but especially him."

For the first time since Anaya’s execution, Sara finally felt that her hatred had somewhere to go. She no longer needed to blindly slaughter humans while wondering who deserved her revenge. The creatures responsible for turning Anaya’s life into hell were standing directly before her.

"If they were the ones who had manipulated everything from the shadows, then I finally had the real enemy in front of me."

Sara’s voice dropped coldly.

"But before I could attack the jester demon, I felt it."

Sara’s voice became quieter.

"A superior demonic aura."

Her fingers tightened.

"I had encountered demons before, Your Majesty. I knew what their presence felt like. But that aura was different. Even while I was still lost in rage, I could feel something horribly wrong approaching."

Sara’s crimson eyes became distant as she remembered that moment.

"It was filled with the most disgusting concentration of sin I had ever felt. Pride, cruelty, bloodlust... things I couldn’t even properly separate from one another. It was as though every horrible instinct a living creature could possess had been gathered into a single presence."

Erza’s expression became more serious, but she didn’t interrupt.

Sara swallowed before continuing.

"Then, before I could use my Blood Art, a sound echoed through the village."

Clap.

Sara had stopped.

For the first time, the demons surrounding her didn’t matter.

Clap... clap... clap...

The sound was slow and deliberate, carrying through streets still wet with blood. Sara remembered turning toward it with her sword raised, expecting another demon preparing to attack her, but none of the creatures surrounding her moved.

That was the first thing that unsettled her.

Nearly a thousand demons had surrounded her moments earlier, yet now every single one of them stood completely still.

Then a man’s voice reached her.

"Splendid. Splendid."

Sara’s crimson eyes immediately narrowed.

"What a pleasant sight you’ve created."

The demons ahead slowly moved aside, creating a path through their ranks. A lone man emerged from between them, walking through the ruined village as casually as though the corpses scattered around his feet were nothing more than decorations.

His gaze moved across the destruction before settling on Sara.

"Being from Nova, I never imagined I would come here and witness something this entertaining."

A faint smile appeared on his face.

"You really killed all of them."

Sara’s exhaustion disappeared beneath a fresh surge of rage. Her blood sword immediately rose, its edge pointing directly toward the stranger as she glared at him.

"Who are you, demon?"

The man showed no reaction to the weapon pointed at him. If anything, Sara remembered him looking amused by the question.

"Ah..."

He made a small, theatrical gesture.

"Where are my manners?"

The stranger placed one hand against his chest before giving her a slight bow.

"Allow me to introduce myself."

Back in the command room, Sara went quiet for several seconds. Erza noticed that even after seven centuries, merely remembering that encounter was enough to make Sara’s expression unusually tense.

"He told me his name was Allen."

Erza’s violet eyes sharpened at the unfamiliar name, but Sara wasn’t finished.

"And then he told me something else."

Seven hundred years earlier, Allen had slowly straightened from his bow. Hundreds of demons remained completely motionless behind him, and the faint smile on his face never disappeared.

"The humans of this world have given me many names."

His golden eyes settled directly upon Sara.

"But the one they seem to enjoy most..."

The smile on Allen’s face widened.

"...is the Demon King."

The command room became quiet again. Erza’s violet eyes narrowed slightly as she studied Sara. There was something about the way Sara spoke of Allen that caught her attention. Sara had described losing Anaya with grief and slaughtering the villagers with guilt, but whenever she spoke about Allen, something else entered her voice.

"So you fought him?"

Sara remained silent for a moment before slowly nodding.

"Yes, my Queen."

Erza leaned back slightly in the chair.

"Did you win?"

Sara’s expression darkened immediately.

"...No."

Erza stared at her for several seconds before lifting one hand.

"Then don’t explain the battle to me."

Sara blinked, momentarily confused by the order.

"Your Majesty?"

"I want to see it myself." Erza’s expression became serious. "Give me the combat memory."

Sara immediately understood. There was no point trying to describe every movement of a battle that had happened seven hundred years ago when the Dragon Queen could simply witness it through her memories.

"As Your Majesty wishes."

Sara lowered her head and closed her eyes, allowing her mind to relax. Erza rose from the chair and stepped closer before placing her palm gently against Sara’s head. A faint violet glow appeared beneath her fingers as her consciousness entered the enormous collection of memories buried within the vampire’s mind.

Seven hundred years of life opened before her.

Erza saw countless fragments flashing past her awareness. She saw the early foundations of Liebus, primitive settlements gradually becoming cities, wars between humans, changing nations and generations of people disappearing almost as quickly as they appeared. Sara’s memories stretched across centuries, far too many for Erza to examine individually, but none of them were what she wanted.

She continued searching.

Deeper.

Further back.

Until finally, she found it.

The ruined village.

Thousands of demons.

Blood covering the streets.

And standing among them...

Allen.

Erza’s attention immediately focused on the memory.

She watched everything.

Sara charging into the demonic army. Blood Arts tearing through the creatures surrounding her. Demons falling one after another as the vampire fought without concern for her own survival. Then she saw Allen enter the battle himself.

The memory continued until the night gradually began losing its darkness.

Morning arrived.

The clouds that had protected Sara began breaking apart, allowing the first rays of sunlight to reach the village. The moment sunlight touched her body, the balance of the battle changed. Her vampiric regeneration weakened, her movements slowed, and wounds that would normally have healed instantly began remaining on her body.

Yet Sara continued fighting.

Erza watched until the end.

Then her violet eyes opened.

Her hand slowly moved away from Sara’s head.

"Interesting."

Sara opened her eyes and looked toward her Queen.

Erza returned to her chair, but her expression had changed. She had entered Sara’s memories expecting to find another powerful demon who had taken advantage of a weakened vampire.

Instead, Allen had genuinely caught her attention.

"I wasn’t expecting much from your description," Erza admitted. "But he was the real deal."

Sara’s expression immediately tightened.

"I apologize for my failure, Your Highness. Had the battle remained beneath the night, I would have killed him."

Erza sighed.

She couldn’t entirely blame Sara for believing that. The memory clearly showed how drastically sunlight had affected her. Sara had already slaughtered many of the demons surrounding Allen, and before sunrise, she had been capable of continuing the battle.

But Erza had noticed something Sara hadn’t.

"No."

Sara looked up.

"My Queen?"

"You did nothing wrong."

Erza rested her cheek lightly against one hand, her violet eyes becoming thoughtful.

"Your greatest disadvantage was certainly the sunrise. Once the sunlight reached you, your strength fell rapidly. You were already injured, your regeneration weakened, and the battle turned against you."

Sara lowered her gaze, remembering the humiliation.

"But that’s not why I’m saying you did nothing wrong."

Sara looked at her again.

Erza’s expression became more serious.

"Because even if the sun had never risen..."

She paused.

"...you wouldn’t have defeated him."

Sara’s crimson eyes widened.

"Pardon me, my Queen?"

Erza had seen enough within the memory to reach that conclusion. Allen had possessed opportunities to finish Sara after sunlight weakened her. Yet he hadn’t done so. He had deliberately spared her, fully aware that allowing someone like Sara to survive meant she would eventually return for revenge.

That wasn’t the behavior of someone who had barely escaped death.

Allen had been confident.

Far too confident.

"You thought the sunrise saved him from you," Erza said. "But from what I saw, Sara, you misunderstood that battle."

Sara’s fingers tightened.

Erza’s violet eyes narrowed as she recalled Allen’s presence from the interogation.

"The truth is, Sara..." She paused, her expression growing unusually serious. "He wasn’t an ordinary demon. Nor was he an Arch Demon, as your Agency believes."

Sara frowned.

"Then... what was he?"

Erza looked directly at Sara, her expression far more serious than it had been moments earlier.

"A Nefraion."

Sara’s entire expression froze. For several seconds, she simply stared at Erza as though she wasn’t certain she had heard correctly.

"...Nefraion?"

"Yes." Erza leaned back slightly. "One of the sacred branches of the demon bloodlines that once served the God of Shadows, Zareth."

The name alone caused Sara’s crimson eyes to widen. She had lived for more than seven hundred years and had encountered countless demons during that time, but Nefraions belonged to an entirely different category. Even among ancient records, they weren’t spoken of like ordinary demons.

And now Erza was telling her that the creature she had fought seven hundred years ago had been one of them.

"A Nefraion... here on Earth?"

Sara’s voice trembled slightly as memories of that battle returned. For centuries, she had convinced herself that her defeat came from the sunrise weakening her vampiric body. She had believed that if the battle had continued beneath the darkness, the outcome might have been different.

But if Allen truly possessed that bloodline...

Suddenly, her defeat didn’t feel nearly as simple.

Erza watched the realization spread across Sara’s face before continuing.

"However, there is something strange."

Sara immediately focused on her.

"What is it, my Queen?"

Erza’s fingers lightly tapped against the armrest as she recalled what she had seen inside Sara’s combat memory.

"At the time you fought him, I don’t think he had received his title yet."

Sara frowned.

"Title?"

"Yes."

Erza’s violet eyes narrowed.

"That is probably why he was hunting humanity so aggressively."

Sara’s expression changed.

She had spent centuries believing Allen’s actions were simply another demonic attempt to spread chaos and collect sin. But Erza’s words suggested something much larger had been happening behind everything.

"My Queen... are you saying all those deaths, the manipulation, even what happened to Anaya..."

Her voice gradually became quieter.

"...were connected to him obtaining a title?"

Erza didn’t immediately answer. She was still considering the memories she had witnessed and what Allen had been doing during that period. Whatever his exact purpose had been, one thing was now obvious.

Sara had never truly understood the enemy she encountered that day.

Before either woman could continue, Erza’s expression suddenly changed.

Her eyes shifted toward the command-room entrance.

Sara noticed immediately.

"My Queen?"

Erza didn’t respond at first.

Someone was standing outside.

She could sense the presence clearly through the reinforced door, and unlike the countless humans throughout the Agency, this aura didn’t disappear into the background. It was controlled and remarkably peaceful, yet there was enough power beneath that calmness to catch Erza’s attention.

"Someone powerful is outside."

Sara immediately turned toward the entrance. She hadn’t sensed anything, which only made Erza’s words more concerning.

Erza remained seated.

"Monday."

The artificial intelligence responded immediately through the command room.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Open the door."

"Understood."

A mechanical sound echoed through the room as the reinforced locks disengaged one after another. Sara rose slightly from her position, her crimson eyes remaining fixed on the entrance while the heavy doors slowly separated.

Then she saw who was standing on the other side.

Sara froze.

For a moment, even the conversation about Allen disappeared from her mind.

Her eyes widened in disbelief.

There was no possibility she could mistake that presence.

"...Holy Saint?"

To Be Continued.

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