Wrong Script, Right Love Chapter 152: The Holy Noodle Chronicles

[Leif’s POV—A Week Later—Frojnholm]

It’s been a week since I woke up and regained my holy superpowers.

And honestly?

GOSH. I FEEL LIKE A SUPERNOVA ON LEGS.

I an, seriously—is this how the Avengers felt? Sparkly? Powerful? Mildly dangerous to the environnt?

I an—look at this—I BREAK ROCKS NOW.

Real rocks. Not tiny pebbles. Not "training stones." Actual boulders.

"WATCH THIS!" I shouted proudly.

I raised my hand, golden energy swirling like so ani protagonist about to scream his final attack move.

"Holy Smite Thingy—ACTIVATE!"

CRRRRRRACKKKKKK!!!!

The entire rock face split open like a cracked egg. A chunk of the mountain slid off with a dramatic rumble. Dust exploded everywhere.

A few birds fell out of the sky, very offended.

"HAHA—!" I spun around, throwing my hands in the air like I just invented gravity. "This is amazing!!! I can break rocks!!! I AM A WALKING DEMOLITION SITE—!"

"IT’S NOT AMAZING!!!!"

My eardrums disintegrated. I’m certain of it.

I turned.

The spirit goddess stood with her hands on her hips, face twisted in the exact expression of a teacher whose student just set the classroom on fire by breathing.

"I TOLD YOU TO TARGET ONE SMALL ROCK!" She jabbed her finger repeatedly at a tiny pebble near my feet. "One rock. ONE. THAT ONE."

I looked down.

The pebble was untouched.

Everything around it was... gone. Including the mini mountain she painstakingly created for practice.

I blinked. Then smiled.

"Well... at least I broke a rock."

Her face went deadpan. Lips twitching. Eye vein pulsing.

"NOT. THE. ONE. I. POINTED. TO!"

She waved her arms wildly at the flattened landscape behind .

"This was my FIRST ti training a Seraph King! I spent two hundred years training other divine vessels—TWO HUNDRED YEARS—BUT YOU—" She jabbed a glowing finger into my chest."—ARE THE MOST FRUSTRATING ONE!"

"Two hundred years?" I repeated, eyes widening. "Gosh... goddess, you’re older than any grandma that exists in this world."

She froze.

Her eye twitched. Her entire aura flared bright enough to rival a solar flare.

"...I HEARD THAT," she said through clenched teeth.

I tched dramatically and crossed my arms. "You’re the one who told to break a rock. I did that. Successfully. Mission accomplished."

"YOU BROKE A MOUNTAIN."

"...Semantics."

She closed her eyes for a long second, breathing like a stressed kindergarten teacher handling an overpowered toddler.

I sighed, rubbing my face. "Alright, alright... Let’s just focus."

She opened one eye. Saw that I wasn’t teasing this ti. And slowly, finally, her shoulders dropped.

"You need to control your power, Leif," she said, her voice softening in a rare mont of seriousness. "Or else your own power will turn on you."

I blinked.

"...Like—attack ?"

She nodded grimly. "Divine power is alive. It protects you—but if you cannot guide it, it can overwhelm you. Even hurt you."

A pause.

"Especially yours."

My stomach twisted. I nodded slowly. "...I’m sorry for being childish."

She let out a breath she’d probably been holding since I cracked the mountain.

"Thank you," she muttered.

Then, with a flick of her hand—FWOOOSH—the shattered boulder reford, stone piecing itself back together like rewinding ti.

She dusted her hands. "Alright. Again."

I raised a brow. "You’re rebuilding the mountain just so I can destroy it again?"

"Yes. And you better break the RIGHT rock this ti."

"...Fair."

She floated back, arms crossed like a celestial coach preparing to suffer through another round of chaos.

I took a deep breath.

Focused.

Let the golden light swirl around my fingertips—gentler this ti. Controlled. Contained.

Because this wasn’t just training anymore.

Controlling my power ant protecting everyone. Controlling my power ant surviving. Controlling my power ant awakening Luminael.

My heart thumped at the thought.

The goddess watched carefully. "Good. Keep your core steady. Don’t overpower the strike. Feel the flow, don’t force it—"

I inhaled.

The power humd.

The air shifted. This ti... the rock only cracked down the middle, instead of becoming airborne dust.

I grinned. "HEY! Look! I didn’t explode everything!"

The goddess blinked.Slowly.

"...Good," she muttered. "Minimal destruction. Improvent."

"I am TALENTED," I said proudly.

"You are terrifying," she corrected.

We both inhaled. For different reasons. Because as I stood there, golden light flickering around my hands, I could feel it.

A presence.

Far away.Quiet.Deep.Sleeping beneath layers of divine seal.

Luminael.

Waiting.

Waiting for to be strong enough to wake him. Waiting for the day destiny truly begins.

The goddess floated closer, her tone losing all teasing and frustration.

"Leif," she said softly, "your training... isn’t just for fun. When you awaken Luminael... the entire world will feel it. And don’t forget, by using Luminael, you can end the devil."

I swallowed.

"I know."

She placed a hand over my shoulder.Warm. Steady.

"This isn’t a ga anymore. Control your power... Because the mont Luminael opens his eyes—your fate and the Devil’s fate will collide."

My mouth felt dry.

"Then I better," I whispered, "master this quickly."

She nodded. "Good. Again."

I lifted my hand—golden light swirling like a ta fla this ti—and struck again and again until my limbs trembled, my fingertips buzzed, and my brain felt like overcooked noodles.

I trained until even the goddess finally said, "Enough. Or you’ll turn into holy paste."

***

[Later—Thorenvald Estate—Hallway]

I staggered down the hallway like a dying Victorian child searching for his last biscuit.

"Gosh..." I muttered weakly, dragging my feet. "She’s not a goddess. She’s a demon. A nace. She probably beca a goddess accidentally after terrorizing the universe—"

WHOOSH!!!

Suddenly my feet left the floor.

The world tilted.

And I was—lifted. Effortlessly.

Arms wrapped securely under my knees and back, lifting bridal-style as if I weighed less than a pillow.

I blinked up—at my husband. The strongest, softest-eyed nace in the estate.

"Are you tired?" Alvar asked, voice warm and amused, though he sounded like he already knew the answer.

My body reacted before my brain did. I threw my arms (well, flopped my arms) around his neck, pressing my face into his shoulder.

"Yes..." I groaned dramatically. "Very much. I can’t even walk. I can’t even lift my hands. Not even a single finger..."

Alvar chuckled—that low, chest-vibrating sound that felt like it was made just for . He shifted higher in his arms, holding like I was sothing precious.

"But you were doing divine practice," he teased softly. "Not sword training."

"It’s the SA," I whined into his collarbone. "It hurts everywhere. Everywhere, Alvar. Even my eyelashes are tired."

He laughed—actually laughed—the sound was warm enough to lt my entire spine. He tightened his hold, thumb brushing gently against the back of my thigh as he carried .

"You’re dramatic when you’re exhausted," he murmured.

"I’m dramatic when I’m loved," I corrected, pouting. "Carry forever. I am weak. My bones are soup."

His smile softened—so much it made my heart flutter painfully.

"I will carry you as long as you want," he whispered, forehead brushing against mine in the softest touch. "As long as you need."

My breath caught.

He always said things like this—quietly, sincerely, as if devotion was simply how he breathed. He shifted again, and his fingers curled protectively around my waist, warm and steady.

"How long were you training?" he asked.

"Five hours."

"Five hours?" His brows shot up. "No wonder your limbs are jelly."

"I’m a holy noodle," I whispered.

"You are my holy noodle," he corrected patiently.

I laughed weakly.

He carried through the hallway like it was nothing, like the most natural thing in the world, like I hadn’t just destroyed half a mountain earlier.

I tucked my face into his shoulder, inhaling his familiar, grounding scent—warm pine, steel, and sothing that always slled like ho.

"...you ca to get ?" I asked softly.

His arms tightened around .

"Of course I did," he murmured. "The mont you didn’t return on ti, I knew you were going to collapse sowhere."

"I did collapse," I admitted.

"I know," he replied. "I heard the goddess screaming."

"Heh. She screams a lot."

"She screams at you a lot," he corrected.

"...She’s an."

"She’s not wrong."

"HEY—!"

He laughed again. And sothing quiet, warm, and alive fluttered between us. He leaned down and kissed my temple—soft, lingering, aching with affection.

"Let take care of you," he whispered. "Just for now. Just for a little while."

"...Okay," I whispered, lting against him.

Because in his arms—even exhaustion felt sweet. Even pain felt soft. Even the weight of destiny felt far away.

And being carried by him felt like the safest place in the world.

For a mont, I let myself forget everything.

The training. The power humming under my skin. The goddess’s warnings. Fate is waiting like a shadow behind .

Here, with Alvar, there was only quiet.

Only warmth.Only love.

... But while I was being loved by my husband, carried through the quiet halls in gentle arms—far from us, in the capital city of Aurelius... Sothing stirred.

Sothing has ended.Soone has gone.

And whatever it was—whoever it was...it would shake the kingdom to its core.