‘Oh my god.’
Irel was horrified. She didn't expect Mirdal to be so reckless in trying to drag her away.
The Mirdal she knew was not an adventurous person. He should have drawn up a more detailed plan, used enough time to convince her or secretly taken her away. Especially in a situation where Varkan had publicly declared her to be his.
Irel turned his head to look up, looking up at his smooth cheeks without a trace of beard and his still soft chin. And she realized that Mirdal's courage came entirely from his lack of experience and never having failed.
Although he is the same Masaka, he is clearly younger than Varkan, has less experience, and is also weaker in strength. All he had was confidence and courage fueled by young blood.
She couldn't just be mindlessly dragged away by that recklessness. Unlike you – who isn't afraid of anything – Irel has many things to protect.
‘I have to act properly.’
Irel tried to keep his spirits up. A normal person would definitely be extremely confused in this situation. Her body did not listen to her, and Mirdal skillfully manipulated her with words.
But Irel understood Mirdal too well. Even the smallest weaknesses of this ability.
‘Darkness can never overcome light.’
Irel had difficulty moving his eyes around the store. Luckily, the hat shop was scattered with lanterns to create atmosphere.
Remembering this, Irel calmly gradually moved both arms and toes. Fortunately, her left leg, which was facing the light, seemed to remain out of Mirdal's range of influence.
The moment he was about to take her out the back door. Irel was walking slowly, suddenly quickly stretched out his left leg, and used all his strength to kick a lantern.
“…!!”
The lantern soared into the air, burning fiercely. Although the light was not too bright, it was enough to startle Mirdal for a moment.
"…Wet!!"
Irel felt the strength leave his hand – the hand that was holding her tightly. Even though it was just a few seconds, it was a golden opportunity.
Without hesitation, Irel immediately sped away. She must quickly escape to a place where Mirdal's darkness and influence cannot reach.
But his body that had just escaped his control could not move as he wanted. Plus, her high heel caught on the carpet, and Irel finally fell
bang
forward.
“Ah!!”
Unfortunately, her knee hit the marble floor hard. For the first time, Irel realized that when people are in so much pain, they cannot even utter words of pain.
Was there a problem with the knee joint after this strong impact? She couldn't stand up to continue running, she could only lie in place. The unusual pain made her extremely scared.
“Really.”
A voice followed, cold enough to freeze the blood. When she raised her head from her prone position on the floor, his long shadow covered her entire body.
"Bad sister. Needs a heavy punishment."
[Ting! Mirdal's favorability decreased by 2.]
Along with the desperate announcement, Mirdal gave a bitter smile and stretched out his hand. Seeing that, Irel's face turned pale with danger.
'I'll get caught again.'
Even though she knew protesting was useless, Irel still tried to cower to avoid that hand. The moment his big hand was about to grasp her pitiful shoulder.
Wow!!
A huge flame flared up right in front of her, incomparable to the lantern from before. Mirdal, who was defenseless as he reached out towards Irel, almost had his hair burned off.
“Cough!!”
Mirdal quickly withdrew his hand, groaning in pain through his teeth. He was also Masaka so he reacted quickly, but his smooth hand was already red.
Just a little longer, he would definitely have been irreparably burned. Mirdal's pale face immediately turned red with anger, realizing his opponent's bad intentions.
“Who is there?!”
Mirdal gritted his teeth and shouted in a cold tone. But instead of an answer, what came back was a huge amount of fire, enough to explode the entire store.
Quang—!!!
Amidst the terrifying swirling flames, only violent sounds of cracking and exploding remained. Irel held his head and instinctively lay down on the floor.
She completely didn't understand what was going on. Her hair had spread out and covered her vision, making it impossible for her to see anything. But she could clearly feel the heat surrounding her from head to toe.
“Really.”
At this moment, someone grabbed both of Irel's hands as she lay prone and helped her stand up. This hand is as big and strong as Mirdal, but much hotter.
“The lying position is also nice.”
Someone whispered very sweetly into Irel's ear, who was lost in the clouds.
"But next time, just lie down in front of me. If you don't wear anything, even better."
Immediately hearing vulgar words, Irel still frowned despite being in a confused state. Thanks to him helping her up, she was able to stand, but her knee hurt so much that she couldn't keep her balance. Therefore, she leaned over, naturally leaning against his chest.
“Hmm.”
When Irel, who was only as tall as his shoulder, leaned in, the man smiled lightly with satisfaction. He went even further, using his muscular arms to pull Irel's waist closer.
“Today also smells really good.”
The man bowed his head, leaned close to her loose hair and whispered. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
“The sweet smell of peach blossoms, the smell of smoke, the smell of ashes, and the smell of pain and fear… Those are the things I like the most.”
He is quiet
Click your tongue
He looked regretful, asking how she could smell so seductive and yet want to escape. Hearing that cold noise, Irel finally regained consciousness and accidentally blurted out his name.
“… Varkan?”
Hearing his name, Varkan surprisingly did not get angry. On the contrary, he laughed cheerfully, curling the edges of his beautiful mouth.
"As expected, engraving names on carriage flowers is really useful. You remember everything about me."
Hearing him mention the wedding car he sent, Irel frowned. This reaction naturally appeared when she remembered the disaster that happened because of those flowers.
"Oh, you don't like flowers? So you like jewelry more?"
Varkan chuckled, saying that a lavish woman is good. That confident smile was extremely manly and seductive, but Irel saw that and quietly withdrew her hand from his.
'It's really unusual.'
Unfortunately, the current location is not good at all. The hat shop that Beatrice had always praised was now engulfed in smoke, fire and ashes. It's hard to believe that this was once a place to display all kinds of sophisticated and beautiful hats.
Varkan stood alone in the middle of that hellish scene with a leisurely look, and thus became even more dangerous. In the midst of a sea of chaos, this man alone is so clear. Her eyes were strongly attracted by his unique aura and could not leave.
“At first you clung to me, but now you want to let go.”
Varkan grabbed Irel's hand that was secretly withdrawing, pulled her closer and told her how unintentional it was. He kissed the white fingers, then bit them lightly, then tilted his head.
"That's strange. Human flesh tastes sweet... How could this happen?"
[Ting! Varkan's favorability increased by 2.]
Varkan's favorability, which had always been low, increased a bit. But Irel cannot be purely happy. That's because in his smile, the person who said he had never eaten human flesh so he didn't know, there was a glimpse of madness.
Therefore, the finger he bitten felt a sharp pain. This crazy man, who seems to have completely lost his mind, can definitely do anything.
“Nhân tiện, thật là rắc rối. Việc côn trùng bám vào hoa là chuyện đương nhiên, nhưng không ngờ lại sớm thế này.”
Varkan then turned his eyes slightly downward to look in a certain direction. Accidentally, Irel looked and saw Mirdal lying on the floor.
"Oh my God."
Irel covered her mouth with her hand. Although Mirdal is also Masaka so he is not dead, the image of him being scorched and covered in ashes is pathetic.
Việc Mirdal vẫn còn vẻ ngây thơ của một thiếu niên, bị đánh đập thảm khốc đến mức này khiến cô có chút khó chịu. Maybe that's why her eyebrows are slightly lowered. Varkan discovered her change of mood as quickly as the devil, and immediately scoffed beside her.
"I helped because I saw you in trouble. Or did I intervene at the wrong time?"
The smile on his face as beautiful as a famous artist's painting was still exactly the same as before. But Irel realized this was a trap and quickly denied it.
"Ah, no! That's not it. Thank you for your help."
“Hmm.”
A look of regret flashed across Varkan's face. If Irel just seemed to defend Mirdal or show closeness, he would definitely cause something.
"That's lucky. I thought your taste was that kind of trash."
…
‘Kind of trash’
ah. Even though it's the same Masaka, this calling doesn't have any sense of brotherhood.
But Varkan's test is not over yet.
“Then, you don't have any relationship with that man, right?”
He bent down and asked. In his golden eyes, narrowed like a crescent moon, there was a clear killing intent hidden.