Chapter 114
His voice was tightly restrained.
Like a tidal wave held back, pressed down and forced out, he spoke while caging her between his arms, looking down at her.
His master, so heartlessly beautiful.
Yasamin was a beast of the mythic age.
Fiercely independent, wild, and brimming with pride and self-respect. He was also an incredibly powerful spirit beast.
The only issue was their unyielding loyalty to the one they chose as their master. Their kind was born with an instinctual, blind devotion.
If the master desired it, they were the perfect match. But if not, there was only ruin.
It wasn’t uncommon for them to perish alongside their masters.
To them, a master was everything. They had no need for friends, family, or children, so they rarely left behind descendants. Because of this nature, their numbers gradually dwindled until they eventually walked the path to extinction.
He was the last beast to have survived into this era, and likewise… he had no need for anyone other than his master.
So why couldn’t she understand his heart?
Why did she insist that she needed someone else?
Even with just the two of them, every second and every minute felt too precious to waste… So why did his master keep looking elsewhere?
‘A lover, a family, an older brother if she needs one—then a caring older brother. If she wants a younger brother, then an affectionate younger brother. A perfectly matched friend—I can be all of that. That should be enough.’
Ah, perhaps the very fact that humans existed in this world was the problem.
If only they would all just die.
So that his returning master wouldn’t be able to look away.
As Yasamin secretly wished for the world to perish, he waited for Siren’s answer.
“…Alright. Let’s try it. This thing called love.”
“……!”
“In my past life, maybe I did love someone. But in this life, I don’t know what love is. That kind of feeling. Will you teach me?”
If that’s what you want.
Siren knew that she had stepped into a trap. Once emotions became entangled, it wouldn’t be easy to escape.
And in the end, emotions would leave scars on them both.
‘Still… let’s try. Alright.’
In this life, she had not been raised with love. Because of that, she didn’t know what love truly was.
Having never learned it, she didn’t know what she should do or how she should act, and that troubled her. But one thing was certain.
Love might mean sinking together—but that was not the kind of love she wanted.
“In return, promise me that we’ll have a normal and stable love. No obsession, no darkness, no ruin.”
“……”
“Can you promise me that?”
Let’s walk together. As far as we can.
And if the path splits and we must go our separate ways, then let’s let go.
Let’s not force ourselves to match each other’s steps.
Let’s see and cherish each other as we are.
Let’s not damage our individuality by trying to conform, nor let ourselves be damaged. Let’s not lose ourselves of our own will.
Let’s not do that to each other.
That was what Siren thought, and those thoughts flowed into Yasamin.
Every single one of them was a concept he could not accept.
To him, love was something extreme. It was closing his eyes, blocking his ears, and moving forward with only that one person in mind—a sinking ship.
For the sake of his beloved, he could do anything. Even rip out his own heart and offer it.
If necessary, he could destroy the world. He could make her the queen of a kingdom. If she wished, he would give her a king’s throne without question.
If she wanted him to be her slave, he would do so.
If she commanded him to lick her feet, he would. If she told him to lower himself, he would.
And he did not believe that doing so would break his sense of self, his pride, or his dignity.
What was so frightening or unbearable about being broken and bowing before the one he loved?
Why was that unacceptable? He simply could not understand.
But… he couldn’t shake his head here.
He couldn’t afford to let this opportunity slip away.
Biting his dry lower lip several times, he finally gave a heavy nod.
“I’ll try.”
“Good. Let’s do that.”
Their values and concepts of love were different. The way they loved was different. And that made it hard to adjust to each other—she wasn’t ignorant of that fact.
But for now, this was how their conversation needed to end.
With his thoughts grinding to a halt, Yasamin pulled Siren into his arms and lay down.
He wasn’t one to talk much, and after speaking for so long, even his headache.
“Shall we eat now?”
“Mm.”
“And let’s return to the royal castle. We need to bring rain there too. It’s not as rich in water Raksha as the areas near the sea, but…”
“The rain from earlier left plenty of moisture in the air. The wind will carry it to the capital.”
They could create a suitable amount of rain.
‘Or maybe I should just let it rain the entire way back?’
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