I'm Not Your Husband, You Evil Dragon!

Isvarn finally stood from the bench. The moment his feet touched the ground, the earth beneath them trembled as his aura spread throughout the park like an approaching calamity. The nearby trees shook violently, leaves tearing free from their branches, while the wooden bench behind him began vibrating against the ground.

His glowing violet eyes remained fixed entirely upon Yuuta.

"Human... do you even realize what you just did to her?"

Yuuta opened his mouth instinctively, but nothing came out. His throat had gone completely dry beneath the pressure surrounding him, and for the first time since becoming Isvarn’s disciple, he genuinely felt that the old dragon standing before him might kill him.

But there was something else that frightened him.

Human.

Isvarn hadn’t called him boy.

That familiar word was gone.

Isvarn slowly stretched one hand outward, and his sword immediately answered his call. The weapon flew across the air and landed firmly within his grasp, while his fingers slowly tightened around its handle.

"I knew you were reckless. I knew you were a fool who acted before thinking about the consequences, and I tolerated it because I believed that sooner or later, you would learn."

His voice remained controlled, yet Yuuta could hear the disappointment beneath every word.

"But this much...?"

Isvarn’s violet eyes narrowed.

"Even I never thought you could be this foolish."

Yuuta’s fingers tightened around the Eternal Flower Ring. He couldn’t defend himself, nor did he even want to. Everything Isvarn was saying only dragged him back toward the image of Erza standing before him last night with tears running down her face.

Isvarn took another slow step toward him.

"Do you seriously believe all you did was break her heart?"

Yuuta remained completely silent.

"You attacked the very thing that woman protected inside herself for years. You questioned whether her love was even real, and when she tried to tell you that it was..."

Isvarn’s grip around his sword tightened.

"...you called it the instinct of an animal."

Yuuta’s shoulders trembled.

He could hear his own voice from that night again. He could remember exactly how Erza had looked at him after those words left his mouth, and now there was no anger left inside him to hide behind.

Only shame remained.

Isvarn took another step toward him.

"And do you understand how fortunate you were from the very beginning? You became intimate with a female dragon whose strength was so far beyond yours that one rejection from her body could have torn you apart. Yet you survived because Erza accepted you."

Yuuta’s eyes slowly widened.

"She accepted you, carried your child, protected that child when even I stood against her, remembered you for years and somehow continued loving you through all of it."

Isvarn’s voice carried something Yuuta had rarely heard from him before genuine disappointment.

"And after everything she gave you, you looked into her eyes and insulted that love."

Yuuta wanted to defend himself, to explain that he hadn’t known any of this when the argument happened, but the words never reached his mouth.

Because that was exactly the problem.

He hadn’t known.

The ring trembled between Yuuta’s fingers as his breathing became increasingly difficult. Isvarn didn’t need Yuuta to answer anymore; the human’s expression already showed that every word was reaching him.

But Isvarn wasn’t finished.

"Do you even know what she lost because of you?"

Yuuta remained silent.

Isvarn waited for several seconds, watching him closely. When Yuuta couldn’t bring himself to produce even a whisper, the old dragon’s expression became colder.

"Of course you don’t."

There was no mockery in his voice.

Only disappointment.

"You didn’t know what she faced while carrying Elena. You didn’t know her own kingdom turned against her. You didn’t know how many enemies were waiting for the moment she became vulnerable."

Isvarn’s violet eyes remained locked upon him.

"And you certainly don’t know what she gave up before Elena was even born."

Yuuta’s crimson eyes slowly lifted toward him. He still couldn’t speak, but Isvarn saw the fear behind them and understood that Yuuta was listening to every word.

"Tell me, human. Have you ever wondered why Erza calls you mortal?"

Yuuta froze slightly.

"Have you ever wondered why she speaks to almost everyone that way? Why a woman who isn’t immortal herself looks upon others and calls them mortals as though she were already standing somewhere above them?"

Yuuta’s lips moved slightly, but his voice refused to come.

Isvarn didn’t wait for it.

"Because that was what she was supposed to become."

The anger within Isvarn’s voice changed into something heavier as memories from decades ago returned to him.

"Erza spent decades walking toward godhood. She trained, cultivated and prepared herself for ascension until that future became part of who she was. Even the way she spoke gradually changed. She had already begun carrying herself like a goddess speaking to those beneath her."

Yuuta stared at him without blinking.

Isvarn’s fist slowly tightened.

"Decades, human."

A faint cracking sound came from beneath his fingers.

"Many Decades of her life."

Yuuta’s heart seemed to sink further with every word. He had already learned so much about Erza today that he could barely endure it, yet Isvarn’s expression told him there was still something worse coming.

"She was close."

Isvarn’s voice became painfully calm.

"Then suddenly she became pregnant."

Yuuta stopped breathing for a moment.

"When the gods learned she was carrying a child, they rejected her."

The Eternal Flower Ring almost slipped from Yuuta’s fingers.

Isvarn watched his face carefully.

"Her path to godhood ended because she chose to carry Elena."

Yuuta’s crimson eyes slowly widened, but still no sound escaped him. His mind immediately returned to everything Isvarn had told him only minutes earlier Erza sitting upon her throne with enemies surrounding Atlantis, Isvarn himself demanding that she give up the child, and Erza refusing without hesitation.

Now there had been another price.

A price Yuuta had never known existed.

Isvarn stepped closer.

"Do you understand what that means, human?"

Yuuta couldn’t answer.

"She had spent many decades preparing for that ascension. It wasn’t some dream she mentioned once and forgot the following morning. It was a path she had already devoted a part of her existence to."

His violet eyes burned brighter.

"And when that path disappeared because she carried your daughter..."

Isvarn paused, his jaw tightening as he remembered the Queen he had watched all those years ago.

"...she still chose Elena."

Yuuta’s vision began to blur again.

He couldn’t even lower his head anymore.

"She could have hated that child for what she lost. She could have listened to me, protected her throne and chosen the future she had spent decades preparing for."

Isvarn’s voice grew heavier.

"But she didn’t."

The old dragon looked directly into Yuuta’s trembling crimson eyes.

"She chose your daughter."

Yuuta’s chest tightened so painfully that breathing itself became difficult. The guilt he had believed couldn’t become any worse somehow found another place to cut into him.

Isvarn continued before Yuuta could recover.

"And do you know what remained afterward?"

His expression became grim.

"Her words."

Yuuta stared at him.

"That manner of speaking never completely disappeared. Calling others "mortals", speaking as though she stood above them... she had lived with that future for so long that when the gods rejected her, she couldn’t simply wake up the next morning and become the woman she had been decades earlier."

Isvarn’s grip around his sword slowly tightened again.

"It remained like a scar."

His anger returned as his eyes settled upon Yuuta.

"A reminder of the goddess she prepared herself to become."

Yuuta’s tears finally escaped again, but he didn’t wipe them away. He simply sat there with the ring trembling inside his hand, completely unable to speak while another memory returned to him.

Mortal.

How many times had Erza called him that?

How many times had he become irritated by it?

How many times had he assumed she was simply being arrogant?

He had never once wondered what that word meant to her.

Isvarn watched the tears rolling down Yuuta’s face, but his anger didn’t disappear.

"She gave up godhood and chose Elena."

His voice became colder.

"She stood against her own kingdom and chose Elena."

The pressure around the park intensified.

"She survived years of war, returned to you and still chose to love you."

Isvarn’s violet eyes burned with fury as his final words came out slowly.

"And after everything that woman sacrificed..."

His grip tightened around the sword until another sharp crack echoed beneath his fingers.

"...you looked into her eyes, human, and told her that her love was nothing more than the instinct of an animal."

Yuuta’s crimson eyes widened as those words struck him harder than anything Isvarn had said until now. Tears continued gathering until his already reddened eyes could barely see clearly, but somewhere beneath the guilt, one small realization suddenly surfaced.

Isvarn had never called him mortal.

Not once.

Yuuta had known this old dragon for long enough to be insulted by him in almost every possible way. Isvarn had called him weak, foolish, pathetic and human countless times, yet mortal had never been among those words.

Erza, however, had called him that from the very beginning.

Yuuta had never questioned it. Erza was a dragon whose lifespan stretched far beyond anything a human could comprehend, so he had simply assumed that calling humans mortals was another expression of her arrogance. Sometimes it had irritated him, but never enough for him to wonder why she spoke that way.

Now he knew.

Even something that small carried another piece of her past.

Another thing he had never understood.

Yuuta’s fingers suddenly lost their strength. The Eternal Flower Ring remained trapped weakly inside his palm as his legs gave beneath him, and he slipped from the bench until his knees touched the ground. His breathing became increasingly uneven while tears fell freely from his face.

"Just... how much...?"

His voice barely escaped his throat.

Isvarn’s anger remained, but his expression shifted slightly when he saw Yuuta struggling to breathe.

"Stop..."

Yuuta shook his head desperately as though he could somehow stop the truths already filling his mind.

"Please... Grandpa... just stop."

The word Grandpa came out broken and frightened, but Isvarn didn’t respond. Yuuta lowered his head as another tear struck the ground between his knees, his shoulders trembling harder with every breath he tried to take.

"I can’t... I can’t hear any more."

His hand closed weakly around the ring.

"Every time I learn something new about her, it gets worse. Every single time I think I’ve finally understood how badly I hurt her... someone tells me something else she did, something else she suffered, something else she gave up..."

Yuuta struggled to continue. His breathing had become so heavy that several words disappeared before they could properly leave his mouth, and for a few seconds he could only remain on his knees while desperately trying to gather enough strength to speak again.

"And then I remember what I said to her."

His eyes squeezed shut.

"I remember her crying... and I remember that I still didn’t stop."

A broken sound escaped his throat as he lowered his head farther.

"Every new thing I learn makes me feel like I’m the villain in her life, Grandpa. Like... like everything would’ve been better if I had never been there."

Isvarn’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Yuuta didn’t notice.

"I can’t take it anymore."

His voice cracked badly.

"I really can’t."

The aura leaking from Yuuta’s body began shifting around him without his awareness. It wasn’t controlled like the aura Isvarn had been teaching him to use, nor did it possess any clear direction. It simply escaped in unstable waves, responding directly to the emotions tearing through him.

Yuuta stared down at his trembling hands.

"Why...?"

He swallowed painfully before forcing the question through his tightening throat.

"Why couldn’t I see it?"

His fingers curled around the Eternal Flower Ring again.

"Why couldn’t I see that she loved me?"

Yuuta’s voice became increasingly desperate as he finally raised his tear-covered face toward Isvarn.

"She gave up so much. She protected Elena when everyone stood against her. She lost the future she spent decades preparing for, and she still chose our daughter. She came back to me after all those years and..."

His voice failed him for several seconds.

"...and I still couldn’t see it."

Yuuta shook his head repeatedly as though refusing to accept his own memories.

"Why was I so desperate to make her prove it? Why did I need an answer so badly that I kept hurting her until she cried? Why couldn’t I just..."

His breath caught painfully.

"...believe her?"

Isvarn remained standing before him, but the fury inside his eyes slowly stopped growing.

For the first time since Yuuta finished explaining what had happened between him and Erza, Isvarn truly looked at the human kneeling before him rather than simply seeing the one who had hurt his Queen.

Yuuta looked broken.

His eyes were swollen and painfully red, his shoulders wouldn’t stop trembling, and the aura leaking from his body had become so unstable that it rose and collapsed with every uneven breath. There was no attempt to escape responsibility in his expression and no anger toward Erza remaining anywhere inside him.

There was only regret.

Too much of it.

Isvarn had seen warriors regret decisions that destroyed armies and Kings regret choices that buried kingdoms. He knew what guilt looked like when someone could still carry it, and he knew what it looked like when that guilt had begun crushing the person beneath it.

Yuuta was approaching the latter.

"I feel like..."

Yuuta struggled for another breath as his trembling fingers closed around the Eternal Flower Ring.

"...maybe I should’ve just died before I ever hurt her like that."

Something immediately changed in Isvarn’s expression.

The fury remained in his violet eyes, and his disappointment hadn’t disappeared either. Yuuta had hurt Erza in a way Isvarn couldn’t simply overlook, but the ancient dragon had lived long enough to recognize the difference between regret and something far more dangerous.

Yuuta wasn’t merely regretting his actions anymore.

He was beginning to hate himself for them.

Isvarn’s eyes slowly moved away from Yuuta’s tear-covered face and toward the ground around him. Only then did he notice the dark green aura leaking uncontrollably from Yuuta’s body, spreading through the grass in unstable waves before disappearing and returning again with every broken breath.

His expression immediately became serious.

This wasn’t the aura Yuuta had been learning to control during their training.

There was no intent behind it.

No direction.

No control.

It was responding entirely to Yuuta’s emotions.

Yuuta remained completely unaware of it. He stayed on his knees with his head lowered, desperately clutching the ring while tears continued falling from his face.

"Why couldn’t I just believe her...?" Yuuta whispered, his voice becoming weaker.

"Why did I have to understand everything after I already destroyed it...?"

Isvarn’s grip around his staff slowly loosened.

The anger that had filled the park only moments earlier began disappearing as the old dragon stared at the aura surrounding his disciple. Something about it was wrong, and the longer he watched, the more the terrible possibility forming inside his ancient mind began to concern him.

Then Yuuta’s aura suddenly surged.

The grass around his knees flattened instantly as a violent pulse traveled across the ground, causing the nearby bench to crack beneath the pressure. Yuuta’s body swayed slightly, yet he still seemed completely unaware of what was happening around him.

Isvarn’s violet eyes widened.

For the first time since their conversation began, genuine alarm replaced the anger on his face.

___________

Location: Liebus Agency

Place: Corridor

Sara and Sister Mary continued through the corridor toward the War Hall. Although Sara was still processing everything she had learned about Yuuta, she soon noticed that Sister Mary had become unusually quiet.

In a single conversation, an apparently ordinary human had somehow become the husband of the Queen of Atlantis, the father of a Dragon Princess, the prince of Sylavirous and someone personally raised by the Holy Saint. Sara had countless questions, but Mary’s troubled expression stopped her from asking any of them.

Why am I still feeling this?

Ever since Sister Mary sensed the approaching demonic aura, an unexplained uneasiness had remained inside her. It wasn’t a vision or prophecy, yet something within her kept warning that this was more than another demonic attack.

Worse, her thoughts kept returning to Yuuta.

Is something going to happen to him? Or am I simply worrying too much?

She didn’t know. Her greatest concern was Yuuta’s sealed memories. If the approaching demonic presence somehow disturbed whatever remained buried inside him, Mary had no idea what might awaken.

Sara eventually noticed her expression.

"Saint, what’s wrong? Are you worried because Her Majesty seemed upset earlier?"

Sister Mary shook her head.

"No. I’m not worried about Her Highness."

"Then what is it?"

Mary hesitated before looking toward her.

"I’m worried about what’s coming. Ever since I sensed those demons, I’ve had this terrible feeling that something much bigger is about to happen."

Sara’s expression became serious.

"Her Highness already confirmed that a demonic army is approaching Liebus."

"I know."

Sister Mary’s golden eyes narrowed.

"But that’s not what I mean."

Sara stopped walking.

For several seconds, she remained silent before her expression sharpened.

"Monday."

A mechanical voice immediately answered from somewhere within the corridor.

"Yes, Chief. How may I assist you?"

Sara looked toward one of the small cameras built into the ceiling.

"Search every supernatural incident we’ve recorded recently. I don’t care how insignificant it seemed when it was reported. Unidentified disappearances, abnormal mana readings, unexplained destruction, military reports, satellite anomalies—anything that could be connected."

"Please specify a geographical search area, Chief."

Sara thought for only a moment.

"Prioritize the oceans."

A brief silence followed.

Mary stopped beside her.

Faint mechanical sounds moved somewhere behind the corridor wall as Monday began searching through the Agency’s enormous information network. Reports from different departments, military records available to the Agency, satellite observations and supernatural incidents were compared against one another.

Several seconds later, Monday answered.

"Search completed."

Sara immediately looked up.

"Anything?"

"I have identified several incidents matching the requested parameters. Individually, they were previously classified as unrelated events. However, comparison of their geographical locations and timestamps indicates a possible correlation."

Sara’s expression hardened.

"Give me everything."

"Understood, Chief."

A small compartment opened along the corridor wall. A mechanical arm extended from within it, carrying a tablet before stopping beside Sara.

She took it.

At first, Sara’s eyes moved quickly across the information.

Then they slowed.

Mary watched the change happen almost immediately.

Sara stopped walking.

Her finger remained frozen against the screen as she stared at one of the reports. Whatever casual curiosity had remained upon her face disappeared completely.

She swiped to the next file.

Then another.

Satellite records.

Oceanic disturbances.

A naval vessel that had been completely operational before being destroyed during the previous night, leaving behind deaths but almost nothing capable of explaining what had attacked it.

Sara’s brows slowly drew together.

Then she reached the footage.

Her eyes widened.

Mary saw her fingers begin to tremble around the tablet.

That frightened her more than anything she had read upon Sara’s face until now.

Sara Venom was not someone easily frightened.

Mary’s earlier uneasiness immediately became heavier.

"Sara?"

There was no response.

Mary stepped closer.

"Sara, what happened?"

Sara finally raised her head.

The teasing curiosity that had filled her expression only minutes earlier was completely gone.

For several seconds, she simply stared at Sister Mary.

Then she tightened her grip around the tablet.

"You were right."

Mary’s expression changed.

Sara immediately turned toward the War Hall.

"We need to get there. Now."

"Sara, what did you find?"

"We don’t have time."

Sara was already moving.

Her calm walking pace disappeared as she hurried down the corridor toward the War Hall, her coat shifting behind her with every step.

"Monday, send every one of these files to the War Hall’s primary display. Highest security clearance."

"Understood, Chief."

Mary remained still for only a moment.

Her Green eyes moved toward the tablet disappearing with Sara before the strange sensation inside her chest returned stronger than before.

She had hoped she was merely worrying too much.

Now Sara had seen something that frightened even her.

Mary immediately followed.

Neither woman spoke again as they hurried toward the War Hall.

Whatever was approaching Liebus...

the demonic army was only part of it.

To Be Continued...

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