Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re) Chapter 89 A Confused Heart

Virelle's POV

"In return, he will protect you and ensure your every wish is fulfilled including finding your family. My disciple will guarantee and try to the best of his ability that no physical or ntal harm ever befalls you."

Each word pierced through like a dagger. A bitter voice echoed in my mind. It should have been in her place. I clenched my fists suddenly, horrified by my thoughts.

No. This doesn't matter to . It can't matter. My family and the Empire of Abyssal Dominion would never accept such a bond. They would destroy Ethan without hesitation if I ever beca his Heartshadow.

This is better, I told myself. This girl can protect him when I cannot. She will remain by his side when I am not destined to stay anywhere near him.

A wry and hollow laugh escaped my throat, and I felt a wetness prickling at the corners of my eyes.

Am I crying? Why? I couldn't understand the ache spreading through my chest or the tears that refused to stop.

This has nothing to do with . It never did.

Turning away from the scene, I moved to the far corner of the room and my shoulders trembled as I fought to silence the storm raging within .

I have to control myself. I've faced worse situations than this. It's not even a big deal. I have much bigger problems. I repeated these thoughts in my mind, over and over, forcing myself to calm down.

My chest heaved slightly from my chaotic emotions but I reflected on the lingering turbulence in my mind.

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I drew a deep breath and turned to observe the strange girl and the dragoness sitting together beside the bed. The dragoness suddenly glanced at from the corner of her eye and I felt as if she was giving a silent reminder that she was watching everything.

I lowered my gaze and was embarrassed deep down but outwardly, I maintained a composed and normal deanor.

"Listen, Velcy," the dragoness began, her voice calm but firm, "my disciple is not from this place, and one day he will have to return to his ho. I assure you, though, that he would never leave you alone or force you into anything against your will.

I know you don't want to be bound to anyone again but this bond is not like a master-slave contract. It will benefit you both as you would help each other and grow stronger together."

I listened with focus for a mont and wondered what she ant by Ethan not being from this place.

Co to think of it, I even don't know which race Ethan belongs to. Barring master, the dragoness and , all the others including Big Brother thought that Ethan is a vampire.

This question seed to ring inside my mind continuously and I felt a burning curiosity to know the truth behind this secret.

"And don't forget," she added, her tone softening slightly, "I will always be here to guide and assist the two of you."

The scarred girl nad Velcy nodded nervously and she bobbed her head up and down like a chick pecking at grains.

She seed both uncertain and eager as she listened, but her gaze kept drifting to Ethan's sleeping face. She thought no one noticed her stolen glances but it was painfully obvious.

Why is the lord even saying these things? I thought with a frustrated sigh. Why would a normal person not want to beco the Heartshadow of the sole disciple of one of the strongest beings in the world? And Velcy doesn't even seem that unwilling to .

Ethan's master kept speaking and her eyes montarily fixed on the macabre paintings decorating the walls. The conversation andered into various topics, but Velcy though seemingly dazed listened to it in silence. Her eyes, however, stayed glued to Ethan.

Has she never seen a boy in her life? Well, I will admit that he looks very handso and different from others. But her gaze looks different from those lovestruck fools and I can sense a genuine curiosity and amazent in her eyes every ti she glances at .

Is there sothing unique about her experiences?

I wondered with confusion as her behavior suggested that she seed to have never seen a teenage boy in her life.

"Now," the dragoness finally said, "I will tell you the na of the bond you will establish with my disciple. It is called Heartshadow. In ti, you will understand its aning."

I scoffed inwardly. The term might have sounded strange to a child who knew so little about the world, but it carried far more weight than she realized.

The Heartshadow was not just a title but it was a sort of a sacred role. It signified a person who served not only as a caretaker but also as a lifelong protector and companion to their other half.

A Heartshadow stood as a shield and a confidant who ensured the safety and well-being of their counterpart in peace and peril alike. While the role might appear or sound simple on the surface, its importance was imasurable.

This bond went beyond re duty. It was forged in trust, loyalty, and shared purpose, binding two individuals in a connection that defied ordinary understanding.

A Heartshadow was often the closest ally and unwavering support for their master throughout life. Even my father has a Heartshadow. And she… she's my wretched mother.

I swallowed hard bitter mories flashing through my mind.

Big Brother Victor might be my half-brother by blood in reaslity but our bond has never felt distant and he was the only one who felt and showed real love and concern to .

He had always shielded from his mother—the queen who was also the official wife of the Crimson Deluge Duke. His mother saw as a stain on her perfect life as the queen and madam of the duchy. As for my mother herself… haah…