Transmigrated as the Villainous Love Rival of the Abusive Novel's Heroine [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 65

Chapter 65: Wounded

When the earth splits into chasms, it can still be filled with earth and stone, but what if it is the human heart?

“She hasn’t replied to a message in a long time.” The woman sitting by the window finally pulled open the heavy curtains, looking through the bright light toward the distant mountains hidden in the clouds. She murmured to herself, reaching out her hand, as if she could grasp her possession within her palm.

“That’s enough,” the Fat Calico Cat said, completely speechless. “Open your big eyes and take a good look. Your familiar has only ignored your messages for two days, okay?” What kind of nonsense was its unreliable host spouting? What kind of tragic drama persona was she trying to evoke?

“How are you so good at ruining the mood? If it were anyone else, they wouldn’t be able to resist sending you flying, believe it or not?” Yin Shaoqing was also at her limit. Why did no one tell this fat cat how to read the room?

“Alright, alright. Instead of sitting here complaining, why don’t you take the initiative?” The cat shook its head, truly too lazy to deal with a woman in love. “Furthermore, she’s ignored you for TWO! WHOLE! DAYS!~” Tsk, tsk, listen to that sarcasm.

Yin Shaoqing really wanted to squash its yapping little mouth to stop its daily nonsensical chatter. But the system was right. The woman who had been huddled in the chair staring at the peaks for a day and a night finally stood up. Her stiff limbs stretched with a series of “cracking” sounds.

“Just go already.” The cat’s teeth ached from listening; it couldn’t wait for this woman to leave. “If you go now, you might even make it in time for a ‘hero saving the beauty’ moment.”

The information provided by the cat was not a pleasant joke. Yin Shaoqing’s expression turned solemn and tense. Though this cat was full of nonsense, it never lied about major matters.

Dark-gold mist surged behind Yin Shaoqing’s straight back, gradually condensing into wings. Blade-like feathers split through space, traveling like light through black lightning. The tiny bolts of lightning seemed non-threatening and didn’t hurt much, but in reality, even a dark mage as powerful as Yin Shaoqing had to constantly circulate forbidden arts to reconstruct her body within that storm. The feeling of flesh being torn away piece by piece was unpleasant, let alone the cycle of agony involved in being shredded, reconstructed, and shredded again.

The Fat Calico Cat closed its eyes deep within Yin Shaoqing’s soul, refusing to watch the bloody scene further. It had known long ago that its host was abnormal; she did not fear pain or death—she even found pleasure in them.

“She is a thoroughbred lunatic.” Standing in a corner of the town, Nonat described the Tyrant of the Heim family in such a way. “It was she who made me put demon blood in your food, and it was she who turned you into a half-demon, destroying your future.” Nonat took a step forward, trying to shake awake the silent woman before him. “Ladon, you need to wake up. We are both victims. Why stay by the side of a demon?”

The blonde, blue-eyed elven prince appeared so anxious and worried, with an alluring tenderness hidden in the depths of his eyes. It was as if, as long as Ladon spoke, Nonat would give her everything—marry her, and love only her for a lifetime.

In fact, Ladon was supposed to be Nonat’s wife; this was an agreement made long ago between the elven elders and Ladon’s adoptive father. But how could a noble elven prince tolerate a person with commoner blood in her veins becoming his lover?

Ladon took a step back, dodging Nonat’s outstretched hands. Even though the crimson and wildness in her eyes had faded, her imposing aura still made Nonat afraid to approach. After all, facing a 1.9-meter-tall woman—a half-demon who stood a head taller than him and had seen true slaughter and death on the battlefield—that aura of blood and slaughter was not something a pampered prince like Nonat could withstand.

After being instinctively frightened back two steps, Nonat felt a flash of embarrassment and malice in his eyes. If it weren’t for the fact that this woman carried the faith and expectations of so many commoners, and if it weren’t for the notes in Celis’s diary stating she might be a pure Light Soul, Nonat, as a noble prince, would never stoop to the lowliness of inviting her to join the elven race.

“Come back. I will plead with the elders to bless our love.” Nonat once again reached out toward the woman who refused to speak and looked at him coldly. He had no way out.

Just as the forces of the Holy Court and Vattel were quietly surging into the Trasil Front, Nonat learned from the clan elders that he was a “shield”—a “shield” meant to withstand the impact of war. Nonat shook with rage, his limbs cold, and his vision went dark. Without a Light Soul to guide him and trigger his full power, how could he protect the elven race? With his life?!

Nonat didn’t realize that the “tender and worried” expression on his face had become distorted. His face was hideous, nearly roaring as he tried to get Ladon to hold his hand. As long as she agreed to return to the elven race and be his wife, she should proactively offer up her soul!

“I have already promised you the position of future Queen. Are you still unwilling to return?” Seeing Ladon looking at him coldly, Nonat felt a gnashing hatred. The inferior blood of those commoners was truly greedy. They would never be satisfied!

But on the other hand, it was precisely because of their greed that the nobility had a way to firmly control them. Nonat suddenly smiled, his voice low and threatening: “You must come back with me. The Holy Court is preparing to attack this place. If you don’t want to die, you can only beg me to help you.”

Ladon, who had recovered her memories, rested her hand on the sword at her waist. She was somewhat confused: why did she ever think this man was decent? Why did she once tolerate his approach and allow him to share dinner with her?

The silent woman suddenly drew her blade. A cold flash slashed diagonally downward, tearing through the space behind Nonat before he could react, slicing the throat of an ambusher. Gold robes, intertwined thorn and flower patterns embroidered on the lapel—it was the mark of a Holy Court mage.

Once the first assassin was discovered, more Holy Court mages emerged from hiding in the areas swept by Ladon’s frost-laden gaze. They stared at that beast-like bloodthirsty gaze, swallowing hard and gripping their weapons in fear. The Holy Clergy wanted this woman to die here, so her head could be hung at the town entrance for the Heim Tyrant to “appreciate.” No one questioned this order; as mages of the Holy Court, they even found it refreshing. After all, she was just the familiar of a dark mage. Even if she was once human, she was ultimately just a maggot bred in the darkness.

Ladon gave them almost no time to counterattack. Her moon-white steel blade pierced through their hearts, cut off their heads, severed their bodies, and tore through their eyes. Blood—the sky was filled with flying blood, staining the frozen Nonat red all over. What kind of terrified expression would a prince who had never seen the cruelty of war make in a pool of blood? Ladon kicked a severed head onto Nonat’s body and revealed the only smile she had shown in days. It was wicked and crazed…

The Holy Court mages waiting in the rear did not receive news from the assassination squad. The squad leader’s face darkened. He had seen Ladon once; back then, she was like a mad dog, only capable of growling and lunging at the iron cage. That irrational, hideous appearance was too ugly.

“We must not let that useless elven prince take the mad dog away.” The squad leader was unwilling to even refer to Ladon as a person. He feared it would insult his noble status. “Yes!” The many mages behind him were eager to move. They couldn’t wait to see that bastard Tyrant of the Heim family crying over the severed head of her familiar, hahaha!

More and more Holy Court mages surrounded her. Ladon once again concluded that Nonat was a jinx. If not for him, Yin wouldn’t have been so ruthless out of jealousy, causing her to be backlashed by the demon blood.

“Are you truly unwilling to go with me?” Nonat, who had enough sacred artifacts to escape, still couldn’t let go of this “fat piece of meat” that was Ladon. He gritted his teeth and uttered the one thing he wanted to say least: “Aren’t you afraid that if you die here, your master will be heartbroken?”

At all times, Yin was this half-demon’s greatest weakness and most precious concern. The woman wielding the longsword paused for a moment. This single opportunity was seized by a nearby mage; a black water blade shot from his scepter, slashing fiercely toward Ladon’s neck.

Ladon lunged forward, tilting her body. The water blade missed, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw the mage reveal a sinister smile. A sudden sense of danger made Ladon ignore the flames thrown by a mage on her left; she jerked her longsword upward.

Clang— The longsword that had accompanied Ladon for months shattered. The shards cut her cheek, shoulder, and collar. The water blade, which should have pierced her throat after breaking the sword, was blocked by the collar.

The black collar was severed and fell in ruins, leaving a fallen shadow in Ladon’s eyes. The tall half-demon with disheveled hair still remembered: this collar held a protection spell left by her master, and it was the proof that her master possessed her.

“Hurr-agh…” Even though she had recovered her human reason, the moment the collar fell into the dirt and was stepped on, a beast-like roar erupted from Ladon’s throat. The roar of a demonic beast echoed through the entire town. Shredded flesh was thrown against walls and onto the ground; it was like a slaughterhouse, filled with animalistic blood and screams. The only difference was that the ones screaming here were not animals, but humans.

“The half-demon has gone berserk!” A mage whose side had been torn open struggled to send a message to the rear, only for a bloody hand to crush his head before his terrified eyes.

The town that was once full of life became a hell. The silent female hero who bought beautiful gemstones every day finally tore away her human disguise, turning into a demon of the abyss, devouring the hypocritical “saints.” The wails of those mages shrouded the town walls, branded into the soil by blood, turning into black resentment. Under the unique environment of the Trasil Front, this was gradually molded by invisible hands into monsters covered in fangs and spikes.

This was the first time Ladon witnessed the birth of monsters. That sky-covering resentment, with nowhere to go, eventually became monsters that even the Abyssal Demon Realm refused to contain. These monsters had no reason; they followed the scent of flesh to attack Ladon and the Holy Court people indiscriminately. Nonat had run away long before Ladon went mad. Although he coveted Ladon’s soul, after seeing her kill people, Nonat was not so stupid as to think a murderous monster possessed the purest Light Soul. She was clearly a demon from the abyss, her soul darker and more disgusting than a shadow scavenging in the depths!

Nonat cursed the dead Celis once again. This woman was not half as good as her sister. Other than writing fake, imaginary diaries, she was useless! Nonat angrily kicked a tree, calculating when to marry Salahmi. To get close to a Light Soul sooner, he was determined to have Salahmi.

The foolish—no, the “great and wise”—elven prince could still spend his mental energy thinking about such problems during a total war. Truly… ha…

The monsters swarmed the Holy Court mages. Amidst the screams and crimson, more humans died, and more monsters stood up. The black collar had already been stepped on by some monster. The woman roaring as she slaughtered monsters had clearly lost her rationality.

The day she learned the truth, she was strangled by a heavy gloom; hatred and blame gripped her throat, driving her to seek revenge. However, that black collar had always radiated warmth, suppressing her dark side, tearing away the ugliness to give her light. But that light was too weak; it only allowed her to keep her hands folded at her neck, suppressing her urge to shred everything. It could not keep her calm enough to write a complete letter to her master.

She was not a good person. She was a betrayer. She would ultimately betray her master. Just like now…

When the spatial rift was wide enough for a person to pass through, and when that tall but not particularly strong figure appeared, the half-demon controlled by savagery and violence extended her claws and lunged at her master.

“You should not trust a half-demon. Even if she was once the best candidate knight, her body still contains the cruel blood of a demonic beast.” The Vice-Principal had once warned Yin Shaoqing. When the hot blood stained the black robes, when the sharp nails grazed her face, when the warm body fell into her arms, and when the scorching golden flames incinerated everything—Yin Shaoqing thought, how did she answer back then?

The short lolita stood looking at the half-demon guarding the door, refusing to leave a single step, and rejected the Vice-Principal’s kindness with such pride and certainty. She said, “Ladon will never betray me.” That was the voice from the depths of her soul, speaking of a trust stronger than gold and stone.

“You won.” Many years later, when the Vice-Principal met Yin Shaoqing again, she responded with a smile.

Yes, she won.

A long bone spike pierced through the half-demon’s body, breaking her spine. The tip of the spike passed through Ladon’s palm and stopped, perilously close, in front of Yin Shaoqing. The tip was so close to Yin Shaoqing’s body that, between breaths, she could feel the stinging itch of the tip touching her skin.

Blood blurred the half-demon’s vision. she blinked with effort, trying to see the position of the spike. It hadn’t touched her master. Good…

The half-demon, swallowed by savagery, grinned and fell into her master’s embrace with a silly smile. The break in her spine made her unable to move her body, and her limbs wouldn’t follow commands. But those sharp nails were forcibly retracted before they could graze her master’s face.

See~ Ladon is the best!

So, the half-demon, whose mouth was filled with blood, struggled to press closer to her master, blurringly uttering broken words. The silly half-demon was timidly pleading for another collar. She thought… she still wanted to be Yin’s familiar…

But unfortunately, those broken words were too hard to hear clearly. Her meaning was not conveyed. She even thought she was lying in her master’s arms, lying there obediently, looking at her master with those innocent eyes—devious as ever—asking for a reward.

But in reality, in the eyes of others, that tall woman had a broken spine, falling to the ground in a twisted, hideous heap. The stinking blood and mud stuck to her body were disgusting; she was like an ugly crawler rolling in filth. And those eyes full of violence—ha, truly an untamable demonic beast. She should be executed! Tied to a cross and burned to death with holy fire!

Salahmi, who had broken into the town, looked on in disgust as the black-clothed Tyrant bent down, picked up her half-demon, and kissed her brow. She actually kissed a twisted maggot! Salahmi didn’t know what she was angry about. The golden flames burned everything; even she, born in holy fire, couldn’t get close. This power should have belonged to the Holy Court, not a dark mage!

Envy, rage, greed…

Embracing her beloved amidst the flames, the demon opened her indifferent eyes and issued the proclamation of judgment. All hypocrisy and baseness should be buried in this era, buried in the dazzling light, slain by the hero’s blade.

“No one can escape…”

On this day, every noble involved in the siege of the Heim family heard such a voice. It was like a demon whispering in their ears, proclaiming that their end was near.

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