Eyes of a Dragon and the Human Heart (30)
.Do you want to touch it?
Yes.
My response was imdiate.
It was a natural reaction for a man. No, it would have been the sa for anyone, regardless of the gender, anyone would be curious to touch sothing so firm and voluminous. Thus, it wasnt my fault, it was the Saintesss.
Who wouldnt be tempted by her sweet, seductive whispers??
The Saintesss biggest sin was having such a lascivious body. Her curves were not only perfect from her neck to her breasts, but from her waist down to her hips and thighs as well.
So, I ntally drew the cross sign and offered a prayer of atonent to the Heavenly God Arus.
Please forgive that sinful body, Immanuel.
However, the Saintess, seemingly oblivious to my inner turmoil, rely giggled and bursted into clear laughter.
Well, I suppose theres no harm in letting you touch them
Her voice was coy.
Despite knowing it could be a trap, I instinctively asked back.
Really?
I dont just let anyone touch , only you.
Her voice was warm and enticing as she spoke, making my heart unintentionally race.
Her slightly narrowed pale pink eyes were particularly captivating as she continued to whisper in my ear.
I-In exchange, how about visiting the Holy Nation during the vacation? We can go sightseeing in the Holy City th-there are so many things to see!
The Saintess who spoke smoothly until then, stuttered as she was making this suggestion.
My blank stare turned to the Saintess. Her cheeks were flushed with a rosy hue, which, when mingled with her sweet body scent, was truly charming.
It was an invitation from such a beautiful woman.
And as a reward, I could touch those Holy Power Pouches.
It was the dream opportunity of any man. I felt my heart beating intensely.
My answer ca faster than my thoughts.
Its not possible.
It was now the Saintesss turn to be taken aback.
She looked as if she might have misheard . She looked like a fisherman that let a prized catch slip away by accident.
However, my tone was firm.
If I dont imdiately return on vacation, my sister will get angry.
Maintaining my familys peace was a matter of great importance.
The Saintess remained with her mouth agape for a while.
**
Along with a whack sound, a scream erupted.
A male student, struck in the solar plexus with the sheath of a sword, staggered backward. He seed to be trying to hold on out of pride.
However, that proved to be a mistake.
With a thwack, the scabbard landed more forcefully on the side of the mans head.
To the one who was hit, it felt like the world itself was shaking.
He couldnt even scream before collapsing to the ground.
With that, it was ti to end the dance of swords under the moonlight.
The clearing was deserted, except for the four or five n who were rolling on the ground.
Though none were bleeding, the sight of them all groaning suggested serious injuries, it was likely that each had at least a couple of broken bones.
Standing alone on this land was just one figure.
Her gray hair flowed in the darkness of the moonlit night. Her eyes, reminiscent of aquamarine, seed to float ethereally.
The womans expression was as indifferent and cold as always.
Her actions of seemingly emotionlessly striking, knocking down, and subduing like a machine, made those who were attacked beco even more engulfed in fear.
Sotis, excessive fear provoked a desperate struggle.
The shout from one of the n on the ground seed to be exactly that.
You, you!
The womans icy gaze shifted towards the man who had yelled.
His face montarily turned pale, but it was already too late to back down. He began to shout vehently.
E-Even if you are a Yurdina, do you think youll get away with ssing with us! Moreover, we were doing this for Her Highness the Princess
It was you who stuffed that garbage in Senior Ians mailbox, wasnt it?
The mans defiant outburst was instantly stifled.
It was because the woman, murmuring this, had deliberately taken a step forward.
Her gait was restrained. A movent that only those who had mastered standard swordsmanship could perform.
Like a ghost, she closed the distance almost unnoticeably.
The rustling of her garnt was audible.
Moreover, you openly cursed Senior Ian as if you wanted him to hear it you even went around intimidating those who had spoken to Senior Ian. Not to ntion all the other things youve done. Why are people like you, always so cowardly in their actions?
Y-You saw all that?
The male student was now clearly bewildered, but the girl remained silent.
She rely floated closer, as if sliding on the ground, before stopping right beside him.
Then, in the next instant.
Ahh, arghhhhh!
The girls foot firmly pressed down on the wrist of the man lying on the ground. While her body seed frail, the mana-enhanced strength defied her appearance.
The crunching sound of joints breaking, followed by the ripping of muscle and skin as the blood began to flow served as proof of it.
This brutal act unfolded in just a few seconds.
It was a ghastly sight. The sight of a human body being crushed and crumbling was enough to evoke a stark terror.
Yet, the girl simply murmured as if in lant.
Ive held back so much. Even when called Yurdinas Bastard, even when my mother was insulted, I didnt retaliate.
It was around that ti that the mans wrist, as if discarded, was released with a thud
The man tightly gripped his bloodied wrist, grinding his teeth to endure the pain. His bloodshot eyes glared at the gray-haired girl.
Kughh, keuk C-crazy bitch
With his jaw quivering from pain and fear, he spat out the best insult he could muster.
He wanted to say sothing even worse, but he lacked the courage to do so.
The girl remained expressionless upon hearing his insult. She simply bent her knees slightly to et the mans eye level, her expression still cold.
As soon as he t her eyes, the man trembled even more, overwheld by a deeper sense of terror.
There was no shadow in her pupils.
Her eyes, shadowless and having lost their luster to the extent that their depth could not be discerned, testified that she was not normal.
It indicated she was soone not to be trifled with.
Thats right, I am a crazy bitch so dont you dare ss with Senior Ian. I am a crazy bitch, so I chase him around and follow him all day long.
The things the woman had just told flashed through the boys mind.
These were details only soone who had followed and observed closely all day would know. She was serious.
Who dares to harass Senior Ian, who would unwarrantedly insult poor Senior Ian, and how can I be of assistance to Senior Ian
Every word she uttered was imbued with calmness.
She wasnt the least bit excited or angry, which only added to the fear.
The girl in front of him was breathtakingly beautiful, like an exquisite piece of art. Her snow-white skin served as a canvas for her aquamarine eyes and silvery-gray hair that shimred subtly.
Her beauty was such that it would make anyones heart flutter if seen up close.
In fact, the boys heart was indeed racing wildly.
It was just that the emotions that caused it were entirely different.
The man, taking in ragged breaths, had tears welling up in his eyes.
It doesnt matter if you target . Im just a bastard child, a worthless woman who knows nothing but swords, and there are plenty of reasons to criticize . But
The girls face slowly moved closer to the mans ear.
Her voice was cold yet crystal clear.
Just dont touch Senior Ian, unless you wish to die.
Then, in a flash, her blade pierced the mans thigh.
It was too swift to see when it had been drawn from its sheath. In the blink of an eye, a burst of light flashed through the air, and suddenly the blade had penetrated his thigh.
The man couldnt help but scream again from the sudden pain.
AHH, ARGH, ARGHHHHHHHHHHH!
As the man writhed and struggled on the ground, the girl silently stood up.
Seeing the male student being stabbed in the thigh, a few other students who were still conscious chose to close their eyes.
Their bodies trembling slightly, expressed their inner turmoil.
The gray-haired woman, Seria, surveyed her surroundings with an emotionless gaze.
There were no witnesses.
And claiming self-defense was a possibility, she thought, since she had deliberately taken a few hits, it could be argued as such.
The fact that she had used a real sword at the end was a bit concerning, but if necessary, she could always seek help from her sister.
A minor dispute led to drawing a real sword.
She was confident her sister would handle the aftermath, whether through negotiation between families or through financial compensation.
Seria moved silently, pondering to herself.
It was worth it to learn from Senior Elsie, just in case.
**
Serias encounter with Ian happened the following morning.
Upon seeing Ian approaching from a distance, Serias body stiffened.
She then beca visibly restless, hurriedly fixing her hair and adjusting her clothes to ensure she looked presentable.
With a sowhat nervous expression, she cleared her throat cutely a few tis.
Ian noticed Seria shortly after.
Hello, Seria. Long ti no see?
Ye- yep! Uh Yes, Ive been quite busy lately
As usual, Seria, biting her tongue while responding, shyly avoided Ians gaze. She couldnt understand why her face always heated up so much whenever they t.
Ian observed Serias face for a mont, then let out a wry smile.
Yeah, it seems like it. You look tired. Have you been having trouble sleeping lately?
Ah, yes Yesh!
In truth, it was because she had been up all night dealing with those who dared to cross Senior Ian, but Seria couldnt bring herself to reveal that, so she simply agreed.
Ian seed to interpret her response sowhat differently.
His wry smile deepened and he gently patted Serias shoulder.
.Sorry to worry you, Seria. But Ill resolve it soon.
Serias aquamarine eyes beca dreamy as she faced Ian.
It was a look filled with sweetness, unmistakably that of a girl in love. Without realizing, Seria found herself thinking.
Senior Ian is just so kind.
Thats why I have to step in, to chase away those pests who dare bother him.
Until now, the person Seria admired the most was Delphine. Her admiration was so strong that it naturally developed into a mix of love and hate.
However, the man who defeated Delphine, who seed so untouchable, was none other than Ian.
Now, the person Seria admired most deeply was Ian, followed by Delphine. Seria was confident that she could follow any order from these two.
Thats why Seria hadnt realized it until then.
She didnt know that her older sister, whom she admired so much, had beco a woman who longed for punishnt, calling herself a slave to her beloved senior.
Nor did she know that Senior Elsie, who had imparted valuable teachings to her, was in conflict with her sister.
And she also didnt know that soon, at the path Ian would take, those two would be waiting for him.
All Seria could do was mutter dreamily to herself.
Indeed, Senior Ian is so kind.
*
Master, please punish this insolent slave
Wh-What are you saying, you wench! Subtly squeezing your thighs together and sticking out your butt like that?! You good-for-nothing wench that has nothing but a big-ass. Master! I-Ignore that pervert and please dont abandon Elsie Okay?
In front of these two seniors, I just slid my hands down my face, speechless.
Seriously, what are these two even talking about
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