Become Tyrant On My Own Way
Chapter 186 – FAKE LOVE PELLETS
Love's.
It is a beautiful ecstasy that will make your life flowery. However, it can also turn instantly into a poison that will kill you.
Uncontrolled love will ultimately only hurt you.
I don't want Yasmin to experience that, especially what she's been feeling all this time because of her useless love. It is not something real, but just a feeling controlled by a force.
I don't want Yasmin to feel that and make me the object of her suffering. I want Yasmin to be free from that curse on me.
I will never be able to repay her love because I already have someone in my heart. But this selfishness in my heart prevents me from letting go. I had unwittingly hoped that Yasmin could live with me forever by being trapped in those false feelings.
Isn't that too cruel? I'm too cruel. I want to end all this. At least if Yasmin chooses to stay by my side, she should do so instead of based on false feelings.
That's the reason so why I want him to end his pellet line to himself immediately.
And even if that pellet style ended and now he thinks of me as an enemy like any other witch-witch, I wouldn't hate him either. Yasmin is Yasmin. Whatever true feelings I have, I will face them with a chest of air.
“Master, you know I wouldn't probably want that right?”
I stared softly right into his eyes.
“I want the original.”
“But, Master, the..”.
“Do you also doubt that your feelings for me will be forever fake?”
“But..”.
“I want to be with you, but I can't give you my love. I'm selfish, aren't I? And you can't do anything because you can't refuse it because of the pellet's style.”
“I'm okay with that, Master.”
“Yasmine! I... also want to see your real figure.”
“Master.”
“Take it easy. Whatever it is, I will still choose to be with you”
Yasmin was silent for a moment. Then long silent, something came back through his lips.
“Alright if that's what Master wants.”
A dark black light seemed to come out from Yasmin's eye pelubur.
I realized then, it was my fault that the woman suffered from unrequited love.
That faint memory was immediately awakened again within my head.
The figure of the tortoise Yasmin who grieves for her dying master about the attack of the king of undead comes to the rescue of her master. Then the master who was happy to have his solace at the end of his death kissed the tortoise, touching his lips gently.
It was at that moment that Yasmin's love-making intertwined to form a connection with my mana-flow. The deep and solemn servitude for the salvation of his master that was truly engraved in his heart instantly attached pellets to himself to save the master. So much affection for the master that he was willing to sacrifice his freedom.
However, it was quite up here.
His master was no longer a weak figure to be protected. Now it is the master's turn to protect his men.
The stream of invisible black mana connected between my heart and Yasmin's eyes that even escaped the sharpness of my sixth sense was instantly cut off. That's where I'm sure Yasmin has been freed from her own pellets.
“Yasmin?”
His face was always flat until I could not guess accurately what his heart was depicting.
I was-was.
I was right off-guard.
What if what connected me between Yasmin all this time was purely because of pellets?
What if he's gonna leave my side once the pellets are gone?
But the wait is sweet.
“Masters. Hiks, hiks...”.
Yasmin cried while hugging me tightly.
“I'm afraid.. I'm afraid, Master.”
“Welcome back, Yasmin.”
I returned the hug warmly.
A long moment passed in silence. I took Yasmin to sit in a tree away from a place full of blood and the stench of the remains of Angele's body.
“How are you feeling now, Yasmin?”
“So, after the pellet style was lifted, can you still see the great-grandson of this great-grandson of your great-grandson as a man?”
I tried as much as I could to smooth my words. I just don't want Yasmin to be hurt because I offended her old age.
“My heart is no longer pounding like it used to be when staring at Master. Merely, my feeling of always wanting to be at the Master's side, remains the same. Of course I no longer see Master as a man, but as a family.”
I am glad that it all ended well. His unrequited love is thankfully just a falsehood. And now the figure as a family is imprinted between our relationship. Yasmin is one of those people I don't want to let go of.
I don't care if people will think I'm mean and selfish. I just don't want to stand alone on a throne full of these deadly poisonous thorns. I need people who are capable as my solace where one of them is Yasmin.
Yasmin's problem is over. However, this mark that appeared inside of my body, was truly a joke.
This happened as soon as I was still inside a dark place in the astral world.
“Helios, your heart!”
“Abunda?”
But once I glanced at the place in my body that attracted the attention of Mother, this sign appeared.
Heroism sign.
However, unlike the one Damian had, it seemed that this time, this was a sign of genuine heroism.
Really a joke, isn't it?
After what I went through, apparently the long-awaited hero was none other than myself.
Baal's more cunning than I thought. He has created a fictional character in the form of an ice tyrant to get rid of the position of the real hero to replace him with a fake hero that he can use as he pleases.
Even after my life was destroyed by Baal, I still could not live quietly enjoying my glory as an emperor.
I've been given a really tough task.
However, where might I ignore it since one of the people I have to protect is my own family, Talia, Helion, and the others.
“You seem to be having fun abusing your good looks, Hero!”
A voice suddenly sounded from behind the tree.
I couldn't help my expression of shock once I saw that person's figure about him being the one I had seen before in the monster forest area near Tarz City with Angele.
“You?”
His face was covered in a mask, but it was no longer a familiar face to me that it was unmistakable was the face of Leon, the younger brother whom I had thought had died.
“Being handsome is sinful. I envy that good looks of yours. Thanks to him, you made one of our loyal followers betray us. So I see, like this is apparently the type of man Cassandra dreams. Hmm, your taste is high too huh, the witch loves Cassandra.”
I immediately glanced at Yasmin as it appeared that the masked figure who resembled Leon knew her.
“Yasmin, do you know him?”
I immediately asked Yasmin if the figure was a person she knew. Because if so, that means, he and Leon are just plain alike.
“No, Master. I also just saw it for the first time.”
I was momentarily relieved to know that there was still a possibility that he was really Leon. But then, the masked figure introduced himself.
“Include, I am from the legion of the great five witch Demon King under the direct auspices of the witch object Isis, Noel Dumberman.”
Suddenly everything collapsed again.
***
In that demon territory, an intense fight was going on between the demons with both specific human figures.
trang, trang, trang.
“Ah, this is exhausting! The monsters are endless as well.”
“Esay I told you you've just recovered, why act so excessively?”
“Well, how else. I've done wrong before. So at least I want to make amends to Master by doing this. More important than that, can you heal my wounds now, Albexus?”
“Ck. You don't know if it's different from ordinary magic, holy magic is very limited in number. You should be able to take better care of your body, Albert.”
A moment later, they could no longer chat together. A young man who looked to be from the priest class was only able to immediately treat his friend who seemed to be from that swordsman class within such a limited time that it was only able to cover up his outer wounds temporarily. It was because the demons had already surrounded them.
“It's not funny right if we have to die a second time in a place like this?”
“Well, that's not very funny, Albexus. Then let's congratulations.”
trang, trang, trang.
The two young men continued their fight against the demon that seemed to be popping up without end.