Chapter 298: Ancient Demon (1)
... That night in the desert, Sophien watched Deculein and Ria's conversation through the Magical Eye, a power she had manifested using the runic language.
— ... Yuara.
Then there it was—Deculein’s voice, clear as crystal, carried across the magical stream as he spoke of his former fiancée.
— She did not die. She’s still alive.
Something in Deculein’s words struck a chord in Sophien, causing her to sit up straight with her hands tightening in her lap, sweat forming on the back of her hand, and her head feeling just a little light.
The moment Sophien’s mouth dried up without warning...
— She left me because she feared me.
Deculein’s next words sparked something even more twisted in Sophien’s chest—a feeling she couldn’t understand, let alone control.
— She must have hated me enough to pretend she was dead.
Deculein spoke as if confessing, each word cutting into himself like a blade. Sophien said nothing, only leaning back in her chair. Her long hair slipped down over the backrest like silk as she lowered her trembling eyes.
— Therefore, there’s no need for you to worry, as I do not see Yuara in someone like you.