(Erza’s POV)
Now I understood.
Truly, deeply—understood.
Why Yuuta had been sent to Earth.
Why he had been placed in that cold orphanage.
Why he had no mory of magic, of family, or even of the pain that shaped him.
It wasn’t abandonnt.
It was rcy.
A desperate act of love from a mother who had already lost her daughter and couldn’t bear to lose another child chosen by her daughter.
Queen Aerisyl hadn’t sent Yuuta away to forget him...
She sent him away to save him.
I felt like the ground beneath had shifted. The weight of it pressed into my chest, thick and unrelenting.
Beside , Grandfather remained quiet, his eyes still distant, as though pieces of the mory still echoed in his mind.
Then, slowly, he spoke.
"This is why I told you," he said softly, "that he deserves peace."
His voice wasn’t lecturing this ti. It wasn’t firm or cold.
It was tired. Weighted with compassion and sorrow.
"The mont I looked into that boy’s eyes, I knew he wasn’t ordinary. But I never imagined..."
He trailed off, then sighed.
"He’s suffered more than most do in a dozen lifetis. And now, with you by his side—"
He turned to , gaze gentle but serious.
"—he’s being pulled back into that pain."
I looked away. I didn’t want to hear it. But I needed to.
"Your presence, your aura, your dragon essence... it’s disrupting the seal. Stirring the power that lies dormant within him. If it keeps happening..."
His voice softened, like a truth too painful to fully speak.
"He could lose himself again."
A silence fell between us. The kind that says more than words ever could.
And I hated it—because he wasn’t wrong.
I had noticed it myself.
Yuuta’s growing instability. The way his aura spiked without warning. The cold sweats. The confusion. The way he clutched his head, as if sothing inside it was trying to break free.
My magic, just by being near him, was weakening the very seal that had saved him.
But still... could I really walk away?
Could I leave him again, like everyone else in his life had?
The answer trembled in my chest, uncertain.
Just then, the mory around us began to tremble—gently, like a ripple in calm water.
A faint shimr appeared before us: a fractured spell sigil, glowing dimly like a cracked mirror suspended in air.
"There," Grandfather said, stepping forward. "That’s the breach. The spell’s failing."
He lifted his hand and began to chant softly—reciting the sa ancient words the Elven Queen once used. The exact syllables. The exact inflection. As if her magic still echoed within this mory.
Light spilled from his fingertips, and the crack began to nd, thread by thread, like gold poured into a broken vase.
The world pulsed once—then twice.
And then...
The mory unraveled.
Not in chaos.
But gently.
Like a storybook finally closing its last page.
I opened my eyes.
Slowly.
Blinking away the glow of fading magic.
Warmth t first—the subtle orange light of early morning filtering through the windows. I sat up slightly, my heart still pounding from everything I’d seen.
Then I turned my head.
And there he was.
Yuuta.
Lying quietly beside on the couch, chest rising and falling in steady rhythm. His expression was calm—no longer twisted in silent agony. No more pain etched into his features.
Just peace.
I reached out before I could stop myself and pulled him into a tight hug, my arms shaking.
"I’m so glad you’re okay..."
My whisper cracked.
Yuuta stirred slowly, like soone waking from a dream they barely rembered.
"Ugh... why’s my head feel like soone dropped a bookshelf on it..."
His voice was groggy. Confused. But alive.
Tears welled in my eyes. I smiled through them.
"Yuuta..."
His eyes blinked open, unfocused at first, then finding .
"Erza...? Why are you crying? Are you hungry or sothing?"
I froze.
"You idiot!"
My fist t his forehead with a soft thud. He yelped, flopping back onto the couch dramatically.
"Ow! What was that for?! Physical assault!"
"That’s for making worry, stupid mortal."
He groaned and covered his head with a pillow.
"Next ti just text your emotional breakdown, lizard queen..."
I laughed—really laughed—and hugged him again, tighter than before.
"What now?" he muffled. "You’re squishing . I can’t breathe."
"Just let have this. Please..."
He paused.
Then, without struggling, he let hold him.
A long mont passed.
"I don’t know what happened," he murmured, "but... I feel lighter. Like... like a storm passed."
"It did," I whispered.
Behind us, soone cleared their throat.
We both froze.
Grandfather stood near the door, arms behind his back, one eyebrow raised.
"Lovely weather today, hmm?" he said with a sly grin.
Yuuta and I imdiately jumped apart, awkward as a couple caught kissing in a temple.
"Y-Yes! Wonderful weather! Very... cloud-shaped."
"Uh-huh," Grandfather said, clearly amused. "Kids these days..."
He walked off, still chuckling to himself.
I looked at Yuuta.
He looked at .
We both burst into embarrassed laughter, the kind that chases away shadows.
And for that mont—just for now—it felt like the world had given us a pause.
I look at him.
Yuuta he was holding his head.
(Yuuta’s POV)
Ugh... my head.
It felt like soone had cracked it open, poured in lava, then stitched it shut with dragon claws.
Damn... I can’t even rember what we were talking about last ti with the old man. It feels like a whole month has passed. How long was I even asleep?
It was like waking from the kind of dream that doesn’t end—it just spits you out halfway, like a bad joke with no punchline.
And then it hit —
"Grandpa!"
I sat up too quickly and nearly passed out again. Everything spun like I was on a tilt-a-whirl.
Across the room, the old man—stoic, proud, and annoyingly smug—turned toward , eyebrows raised.
Then he chuckled.
"You just called Grandpa."
I blinked, realizing what I’d said.
"Ah—sorry, I an... I didn’t an to overstep, sir—"
"None of that now," he said, waving a hand. "’Grandpa’ is just fine, boy. Has a nice ring to it."
I scratched my cheek awkwardly.
"Right... thanks, Grandpa."
The word felt strange in my mouth. Heavy and unfamiliar. But... warm. Like a blanket I didn’t know I needed.
Then it hit —sothing far more urgent.
"Wait—what about that hot girl?!"
He raised a brow.
"Hot girl?"
"You know—the one with the sword and the deadly eyes and the cool suit? Long black hair? Absolutely terrifying but, like, in a good way?"
He stared at .
And then burst out laughing.
"Oh my... you wake up from a nap and the first thing you ask about is a woman?"
He stroked his beard, eyes gleaming.
"Hmph... as expected of the man my Erza chose.
He waved off my panic.
"Don’t worry, child. She’s safe. I sent her near the port for now."
"Phew..." I slumped with relief. "That’s good..."
But peace, as always, was short-lived.
A chill crept up my spine. That primal, unmistakable sense that I was being watched.
I turned.
And there she was.
Erza.
Arms folded across her chest. Eyes glowing just faintly. Mouth curved in a smile that could break bones.
"Hot girl with long black hair, huh?" she said softly. Too softly.
"I-I ant average! Totally unremarkable! Like, she could blend into a crowd of background characters! Probably allergic to sunlight!" I stamred.
"You pathetic, horny mortal," she growled, stepping forward. "I wept for you. I fought for you. And this is how you repay ? By thirsting over the first woman with a blade you lay eyes on?!"
"N-No, wait, you’re misunderstanding! I didn’t—!"
Too late.
Her leg rose.
And with divine wrath and perfect form—
WHAM.
Right in the ribs.
I folded like a paper crane. The sofa didn’t even try to catch .
"Ow—ow! Okay! I deserved that! Just—gah, not the spleen!"
The old man took a sip of his coffee, totally unfazed.
I dragged myself upright, groaning.
"So, uh... Grandpa. What exactly are you doing here again?"
He didn’t hesitate.
"I ca to see my Grand daughter. The one who ran away from her duties."
I blinked.
"Then why the attack on port? Why didn’t you just knock on the door like a normal, possibly terrifying visitor?"
He looked at like I’d asked why water was wet.
"I was curious," he said. "Wanted to see how capable your kind were in combat."
"...So you killed people. For fun."
"Please," he scoffed. "It wasn’t ’fun.’ It was research. And they were disappointingly fragile. In my world, a human wouldn’t last three seconds in a real fight."
I didn’t even have words.
In my head, a loud voice began screaming:
This man is going to end the world just because he was curious. Soone stop him.
Erza, still glaring at (probably still thinking about sword girl), crossed her arms and addressed him directly.
"You wrinkled fossil. You clearly passed through the portal. Why are you here again?"
He shrugged, completely unbothered.
"I was going to return to Nova. But halfway through I ran out of mana. You know how it is—interplanetary travel burns through energy like fire through dry leaves. I wasn’t about to get stranded in the void."
I stared at him.
"So... how long until it will take to recover your mana?"
"About a week," he said, sipping his coffee again. "After that, I’ll head back."
"Why?!" I blurted out.
Both of them turned toward .
"I an—aweso! Yay! One more week with Grandpa! What a treat!" I said quickly, giving them a shaky thumbs-up. "I totally wasn’t about to say our tiny apartnt’s about to explode with two dragons inside. Haha... nope."
I looked up at the ceiling.
Dear God, I thought. Please save . Either smite or smite him. Whichever is faster. I don’t care anymore.
Erza sighed, muttering sothing about "flimsy mortals" under her breath.
Grandpa chuckled like this was all a delightful sitcom.
And I just curled up on the floor, wondering if this was the beginning of the end—or the start of the weirdest week of my life.
To be continued....
[FAMILY DRAMA — CREDIT SCENE]
Yuuta:
"Well... first of all, thanks to everyone who’s been with through all the chaos and drama. Seriously, I appreciate all of you. I really do."
I scratched my neck sheepishly.
"My life’s been rough, no sugarcoating that. But right now? I’m good. I’ve got my family, and that’s what matters."
Erza glanced at from the corner of her eye, voice cool as ever.
"Hmph. You always say the dumbest things."
Elena, who’d been quietly watching, suddenly pouted, crossing her arms like a tiny storm cloud.
"Papa! It’s not fair! I didn’t get to shine at all! Almost six Chapters and I was totally ignored!"
Her big eyes welled up with tears, looking like she might burst into a ltdown any second.
I quickly smiled and waved my hand.
"No, no, don’t cry! You’re definitely not forgotten. Look—checks tablet—the fandom ranking says you’re still number one. The absolute top!"
Erza grabbed the tablet with a frown, scrolling through the list.
"What the hell is this? Why am I only third?"
I grinned, feeling like a total genius.
"Well... I an, I’m the hero here. And this novel is called I Am Not Your Husband, You Evil Dragon—so clearly I’m the star."
Her eyes went dead serious.
"How dare you call an evil dragon?!"
I raised my hands, grinning wider.
"Hey, it’s the title of the novel! I’m just stating facts."
Erza’s face twisted in fury.
"Facts? You idiot! I’m your wife!"
Before I could say another word, her hand shot out — SMACK! — a solid slap across my cheek that echoed through the room.
"Ow! Okay, okay! That hurts, you cold-hearted lizard queen!"
Her voice dropped to a dangerous growl.
"Get out. Right now."
Before I could protest, she grabbed by the collar, yanked up, and threw out of the apartnt like I weighed nothing.
I landed on the landing with a loud THUD, blinking like I’d just been hit by a truck.
"Fine! Fine! I’m out! But you’re the evil one!" I shouted back, rubbing my cheek and glaring up at the door.
Erza’s voice carried from inside, dripping ice.
"And don’t co back until you stop calling evil dragon."
Elena, standing nearby, giggled and clapped her hands.
"Papa got kicked out! Haha! You’re so funny, Mama!"
Erza shot her a warning glare, but even the queen of dragons can’t stay mad at a toddler for long.
Just then, Grandfather appeared in the doorway holding a cara like he was the director of this entire madness.
"Huh? Why am I suddenly the caraman here?" he muttered, clearly amused.
He looked at the readers and smirked.
"Anyway, everyone, don’t forget to add this Chapter to your collection.
Bye Readers
Ohhh.,,
"By the way, everyone—please check out Our new novel, Colourless Rainbow."
He took a sip of his tea, then winked.
"Because of that, this Chapter got delayed. Sorry about that!"
Erza rolled her eyes from the window.
"Typical."
Yuuta just groaned, rubbing his forehead.
End of Chapter.
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