Transmigrated as the Cuck.... WTF!!!

Mia immediately rushed over to Verena. "Verena!!" she called out, panic lacing her voice.

She crouched down beside her friend, her hands trembling slightly as they hovered over Verena’s broken wrist. A soft, verdant glow began to emanate from her palm—gentle, healing, but trembling with frustration. The air was thick with tension.

Mia didn’t even try to hide it. She shot me a look filled with raw hatred and utter disappointment. Her glare was sharp, cutting. Lips pressed into a thin line, like she wanted to say something—maybe curse me, maybe scream—but she stopped herself. Just stood there, biting her tongue, letting her healing light flow instead.

And then, Kaelira walked forward.

She positioned herself between us without hesitation, meeting my eyes. "Hey, Cassius," she said, voice calm but tinged with mischief, "I know you want to go alone. Do your whole broody lone wolf thing. But you didn’t forget about this beauty, did you?" She gestured at herself with a grin. "You promised to search with me."

Right... I did promise her.

A part of me considered breaking it without a second thought but the more rational part reminded me that Kaelira was... useful.

I gave her a slow nod. "As you wish. But if something happens to you, don’t expect me to save you. Let this serve as a warning."

She tilted her head and let out a long, theatrical sigh. "You really are something else, huh... Would it hurt you to give me a little false sense of security?"

I folded my arms, my voice flat. "Isn’t it better this way? You know what to expect with me. So when I’m in danger, you’ll run. Save yourself."

She gave me a small pout, pretending to be hurt. "Well, if you put it that way... why not? You’re right."

I didn’t bother to smile or joke back. I simply turned toward Miss Celia, who was still frozen near Verena, her eyes wide, still staring in disbelief.