Chapter 51: Only I Am Worthy Of Arthur (2)

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Chapter 51: Only I Am Worthy Of Arthur (2) Arthur rushed through the streets, weaving past numerous students. ’Damn, where could she be?’ He had completely forgotten. The person who had stood by him even back on Earth. The one who had enabled him to complete Magic Academy’s Genius Scholars in the first place. His master. His once unrequited lover. His first wife. And the person who had waited so long for him. Syr’Nathira Val Archaian. ’I’m such an idiot.’ Yes, there was nothing he could’ve done while trapped by Anna. But he’d brushed it off too easily, acting just like the kind of jerks he despised. But now, his mind was clear. It was time to find his wife. His first and original wife. .... As Arthur raced through the campus, a sudden thought struck him. He knew the entire layout of the academy, and there was only one place Nathira would go if she planned on torturing people. And it wasn’t on campus. It was back in the hollow mountain. Arthur paused, briefly pondering in the middle of the street. ’But how did she get there?’ There was only one answer. Lysandra, the principal. Arthur darted into the principal’s building, knocked twice, then entered her office. The elegant woman looked up from the document she was reading. "If it isn’t Arthur Arcain. To what do I owe the pleasure?" Arthur stepped closer to the desk that faced the large window. "Where is the gate that leads to the hollow mountain?" Lysandra smiled. "Don’t worry, I won’t lie to you." She rose from her seat and tugged a book from the shelf beside her. The moment she pulled it, a small door opened at the side of the bookshelf, and blue light spilled into the room. Arthur glanced at her, then back at the portal. He bowed slightly and stepped through. He didn’t know why she revealed the way so easily. But it was best not to ask questions—not yet. As soon as he passed through and the light faded, the scent of fresh blood filled his nostrils. The air was thick with death. He found himself inside a derelict prison cell. The bars were stained with bloody handprints, as if someone had desperately tried to escape. He moved slowly and deliberately, the cries from nearby cells echoing in his ears. ’We listen, but we don’t judge,’ he reminded himself. There were countless reasons why Nathira might be torturing people. ’Who am I kidding? I know why she’s doing this...’ His gaze darkened. ’It’s because of me.’ Nathira had built her entire world around him. She was the most powerful person on the planet. But also one of the most fragile, because her entire existence revolved around him. The more that truth settled into his chest, the more it twisted his heart. At the far end of the corridor, in the only room lit by a flickering bulb, there she was, holding a pair of pliers, her hands drenched in blood. Her eyes widened when she saw him. Anna, who stood beside her, offered a faint smile. "Art..." Nathira murmured. Arthur stepped forward and embraced her. "I’m sorry." Nathira blinked. "What?" Arthur continued. "I didn’t realize what you were going through because of me. I was selfish and blind. So much so that I didn’t even notice when someone with bad intentions slipped into my life." "Art..." He held her tighter, her face nestled against his chest. "You protected me, even when I was too stupid to see it." He added softly, "Thank you." Nathira smiled faintly. She had wanted to hide this part of herself from Arthur. She feared he’d be disgusted. That he’d feel let down. But it seemed she had been wrong. When someone truly loved you, even your flaws couldn’t drive them away. Nathira wrapped her arms around his waist. "I love you, Art..." Arthur nodded. "I love you too..." She grinned gently. "I’ll kill anyone for you, Art..." Arthur hesitated. "I’d rather you didn’t..." She let out a soft laugh, then pulled away. "Then... will you accept my obsession?" Arthur smiled. "As long as you don’t do anything reckless or turn that obsession on anyone else." She nodded, almost childlike. "Okay... But..." She glanced at Anna. "What should I do about her?" She looked back at Arthur, frowning. "Don’t tell me you still want her?" Arthur rubbed his temples. ’Why are feelings so complicated?’ He hadn’t thought much about what to do with Anna. She had lied and deceived him. And she was still technically a spy for the demons. Letting her go would definitely stir trouble. She was clearly obsessed with him. But above all, the happiness of his wives mattered most. He thought for a moment. "I don’t know." Nathira smiled as though she’d been waiting for that answer. "Then, how about we do this..." ------ (A day later) The situation had wrapped up quickly after that. Arthur discovered that every prisoner in the cells had, in some way, tried to harm him. Nathira had simply taken justice into her own hands. His other four wives found out soon enough. And it turned out Isabella had known all along. They couldn’t kill Anna, so Nathira handed Arthur an ancient memory-erasure spell. Thanks to his constitution and authority, he was able to copy and cast it himself. Before that, Anna revealed that another of their kind was still in the academy. Arthur immediately suspected Agrat. And thus, the incident of the torture chamber and his yandere wife came to an end. Today, he’d promised Nathira they’d go to the mall together. And that’s when he realized something. This would be his first real date in both worlds. Lunch conversations in cafés didn’t count, at least not by his standards. Which meant, this was a milestone in his life. But there was one issue. "I’m hot as fuck. Can slay monsters, outthink strategists, and form my own original energy... but fashion?" Arthur threw away one cloth after another. "What the hell am I going to wear?!" ─── ✦ End of Chapter ✦ ───

Chapter 51: Only I Am Worthy Of Arthur (2)

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