Tamed Monster - Chapter 135

“You drink it first. Then this b***h drinks it next. Do you have any idea how hard it was to find a way to get this? It’s not enough to kill even a real monster. It’ll hurt for a bit, but once the pain passes, you’ll come back to your senses.”

Rossa truly believed the current Lancart was simply insane. Even as he stood there watching her with clearer awareness than ever, she was convinced his hostility toward her was nothing more than madness.

Kuinan parted his lips as if to speak, then closed them again. He repeated that motion twice, suppressing whatever was about to spill out.

“What are you doing? Drink it!”

Despite her sharp command, he didn’t move.

His gaze drifted once more to Sylvia’s throat, precisely where Rossa’s blade was pressed. That was the same spot where Sylvia had once carved a wound into him.

Ordinarily, he might have felt a flicker of satisfaction at that symmetry. But he felt nothing of the sort now.

Removing that blade came first. Nothing else mattered.

No matter how fast he was, even as a monster, it would take time to eliminate the four men and break Rossa’s wrist. In those few seconds, she would have more than enough time to drive the blade deeper.

Kuinan had no intention of letting Sylvia die.

Why was she looking at him with those dull, lifeless eyes, as if she’d already given up?

Why wasn’t she even trying to resist, as though death no longer frightened her?

For the first time in a long while, Kuinan felt genuine frustration clawing at him. His kind had harassed him. The Emperor had irritated him. But never had his temper flared like this, never to the point that his rationality threatened to evaporate entirely.

“My wife.”

He masked his fury and spoke in a soft, almost sweet tone.

Everyone except Sylvia turned to look at him. Sylvia alone remained indifferent.

She truly must despise him. Just as he called for her, she tore her gaze away.

He called again.

“My wife. Look at me, will you?”

During the time he’d been gone, a great deal must have happened.

The one who had crushed and destroyed his hair-clone earlier wasn’t Sylvia. It was one of those men. Rossa had already once tried to approach the bedchamber and been bitten by his clone, so she must have anticipated its presence this time.

If he’d known it would come to this, he should have done more than pluck a few strands of hair for surveillance. He should have severed an entire arm like Hector and created something monstrous and formidable.

He’d only made a small, weak clone because in three hundred years, he’d created one perhaps a dozen times at most. He hadn’t even considered crafting something larger.

And there had always been the risk that a stronger clone might slip beyond his control and harm Sylvia.

In trying to be considerate, he had placed a flimsy guard.

That carelessness had led to this. It was an incident he could resolve quickly, but Kuinan’s mood was thoroughly ruined.

When Sylvia finally looked at his eyes, he spoke calmly.

“After I kill all of them, we’re going to talk. Just the two of us. You know that, right? I’m f*****g furious right now.”

When a monster became enraged, humans were in no position to deal with the aftermath.

If their relationship had been different, not only Rossa and her men would die here, Sylvia would have as well. Only Sylvia understood the weight behind his words. Her expression hardened.

The others merely smirked, thinking he was bluffing. They tightened their grips on their weapons.

Rossa let out a sharp, hysterical laugh and pressed the blade harder against Sylvia’s throat.

“…Ugh.”

For the first time since he’d arrived, Sylvia let out a small sound of pain. Then she watched as Kuinan calmly lifted the vial and drank its contents without hesitation.

Her fists trembled. She already knew what would happen next.

The future Rossa anticipated and the future Sylvia foresaw were complete opposites. Even when he collapsed as though losing consciousness, only Sylvia wasn’t fooled.

She knew exactly how monstrously resilient his body was.

Rossa herself had admitted it—the poison wasn’t pure monster toxin. Even when laced on blades and driven deep into flesh, it hadn’t killed him before.

There was no way diluted poison would truly harm him now.