I FOUND A DOOR TO TENSURA AND BECAME BROKEN IN THE REAL WORLD TOO-Chapter 43: The Aftermath of the Legendary Battle

The icy winds of the continent were unusually calm now, as if the entire realm itself was holding its breath, still reeling from the chaotic storm of destruction Guy Crimson and I had unleashed.

The once-pristine snowfields were reduced to molten rivers, and the ice-laden mountains were reduced to rubble.

But now, as we flew back to the castle, the battle was over, and I was the undeniable victor.

As Guy flew beside me, I could feel his crimson eyes occasionally glancing in my direction, still disbelieving that he had been defeated.

The legendary Strongest Demon Lord, the being who stood above all others, brought to his knees by a mysterious outsider.

There was a mixture of frustration and awe in his gaze, but he remained silent for most of the flight, deep in thought.

I could feel the sting to his pride, but rather than bitterness, I could see something else growing in his eyes—respect and intrigue.

Velzard, however, was stone-cold silent as she flew beside us, her icy blue eyes narrowed and her lips pressed into a firm line.

Despite her calm expression, I could feel her tension, the subtle glimmer of irritation that lingered after the bold declaration I had made before the battle:

"If I win... you're mine."

We landed gracefully on the ice balcony, the grand castle gleaming beneath the silver moonlight, its frost-covered spires shimmering under the night sky.

Rain and Misery, who had been watching from afar, were already waiting for us.

Their eyes slightly widened when they saw Guy's bloodied form, his torn garments and battle-worn expression.

The two maids, who revered him as unbeatable, were momentarily stunned.

But Guy Crimson, ever the prideful being, simply waved his hand nonchalantly.

"Just a scratch."

He muttered, though the subtle grin tugging at his lips betrayed his begrudging admiration for me.

Rain and Misery silently exchanged a glance, their expressions unchanging, but their eyes betrayed their disbelief.

Rain, her voice low and even, simply asked:

"Shall I prepare the wine, Lord Crimson?"

"Make it a double," Guy replied, still looking at me out of the corner of his eye.

"And bring some for our guest... he's earned it."

Misery bowed respectfully, her crimson eyes lingering on me with an almost curious glint, then she and Rain swiftly disappeared into the castle.

We sat at the edge of the balcony, on ornate frost-covered chairs, with a small, round table between us.

Velzard, despite her usual composed demeanor, seemed irritated, her arms crossed and her eyes narrowed.

She clearly had not forgotten my wager.

As we waited, Guy rested his elbow on the table, swirling a glass of red wine lazily once Rain and Misery returned.

He occasionally glanced at me, his ruby eyes narrowed slightly, as though he were still processing his defeat.

Finally, he let out a long, weary sigh and shook his head with a crooked smirk.

"Damn it..." he muttered softly, mostly to himself.

"Of all the people in existence... I lose to some mysterious bastard no one's ever heard of."

I couldn't help but chuckle smugly, leaning back in my chair.

I grabbed my own glass of wine, savoring the rich, robust taste, and let out a satisfied sigh.

"I told you not to underestimate me," I said with a mockingly casual tone, watching him over the rim of my glass.

"But you didn't listen, did you?"

Guy's grin widened, flashing his sharp fangs, and he let out a short laugh.

"Tch... I have no excuses."

He leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table, and locked his crimson eyes onto mine.

"You earned that win. Fair and square."

While Guy seemed to have accepted the loss with a mixture of annoyance and admiration, Velzard was a different story.

She sat opposite me, her piercing sapphire eyes narrowed coldly, her fingers gently gripping the stem of her wine glass.

Her ice-blue hair glimmered softly under the moonlight, cascading elegantly down her back, and her expression remained impenetrable.

I could feel the tension radiating from her, and so, with a playful smirk, I slowly turned my head toward her and locked eyes.

Then, in a low, confident voice, I said:

"You're mine now."

For a brief second, I saw her eyes widen ever so slightly, before she snapped her gaze away, her lips tightening.

She set her glass down sharply, the subtle clink betraying her agitation.

"I am not some trophy to be claimed," she said coldly, her voice as sharp and piercing as the frost itself.

"You may have defeated Guy... but you do not own me."

Her tone was stern, almost threatening, and I could feel magicules subtly swirling around her fingertips—a silent but clear warning.

But instead of backing down, I leaned forward slightly, resting my elbows on the table, and stared directly into her frosty sapphire eyes, my lips curling into a devilish smirk.

"Oh, I disagree."

Her eyes narrowed sharply, but before she could retort, Guy suddenly burst out laughing, shattering the tension in the air.

"BAHAHAHAHA!"

He slapped the table, the glassware clattering slightly.

"Velzard, my dear, you really walked into that one."

He flashed me a wicked grin, clearly enjoying the situation.

"Don't you see? He's got you cornered."

Velzard shot him a death glare, but Guy's laughter only grew louder.

Finally, he leaned forward, flashing me a wicked grin, his fanged smile glimmering under the faint candlelight.

"You really are a bastard, you know that?"

After a few moments, Velzard sighed sharply, clearly annoyed, but she didn't walk away.

Instead, she simply grabbed her wine glass again, slowly swirling the deep crimson liquid.

Her eyes narrowed, and she glared at me with quiet defiance, but this time, I caught a glimmer of reluctant intrigue hidden behind her frosty demeanor.

She was testing me, measuring me—not just as a warrior, but as a man who had bested her brother.

She let out a short, annoyed huff, then brought the wine to her lips, sipping it slowly, before setting it down.

"You're lucky you're not a fool."

She muttered quietly, more to herself than anyone else.

I grinned slyly, leaning back in my chair, satisfied.

"Luck had nothing to do with it."

Guy smirked, raising his glass in a mocking toast.

"To the bastard who actually beat me."

He winked at Velzard with a devilish grin.

"And to his new 'trophy.'"

Velzard shot him a murderous glare, but Guy just laughed, raising his glass higher.

I grinned and clinked my glass against his, savoring the taste of victory.

The crimson hue of twilight stretched across the icy continent, casting a soft, haunting glow over the castle's frost-covered spires.

The battle was over, and the afterglow of victory still lingered in the air.

The once-hostile atmosphere between Guy and I had melted away, replaced by a growing bond of mutual respect.

We sat on the frost-covered balcony, wine glasses in hand, with Velzard still seated gracefully across from me.

Her icy blue eyes, which once glared with cold defiance, now held a faint glimmer of intrigue, even if she refused to show it openly.

As we drank, Guy suddenly smirked, his sharp fangs glinting slightly as he leaned forward, resting his elbow on the table, swirling his wine lazily.

He cast a devilish grin my way, his crimson eyes glimmering with mischief.

"You do know that Velzard is a True Dragon, right?" he said casually, though his eyes held a glint of challenge.

"I don't know if you can handle her."

He chuckled darkly, clearly enjoying the situation.

Velzard's eyes narrowed slightly, and she shot him a subtle glare, clearly annoyed by his provocation.

I simply grinned devilishly, leaning back in my chair, my eyes locking onto Velzard's gaze.

I let my golden irises smolder with confidence, my voice low and smooth.

"Such beauty..." I said slowly, my voice carrying faint warmth,

"...only belongs to the strongest. And right now, that's me."

For the briefest of moments, I saw Velzard's eyes widen ever so slightly, and to my surprise and satisfaction, a faint blush crept onto her pale cheeks.

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Her lips parted slightly, as though about to retort, but she quickly turned her head away, trying to mask her expression by casually taking a sip of her wine.

But I caught it—the subtle flutter of her heartbeat, the slight tension in her grip, and the quickening of her magicule flow.

Her flustered state was unmistakable.

Guy, of course, was watching the entire exchange with amusement, and suddenly, he burst into a fit of laughter, slamming his hand against the table.

"BAHAHAHAHA! You sneaky bastard!" he howled, shaking his head.

"You're really going for it, huh?"

As Guy's laughter faded, I slowly shifted my chair closer to Velzard, intentionally narrowing the distance between us.

She glanced at me out of the corner of her eye, her gaze guarded, but she didn't move away.

Taking my chance, I reached out slowly, letting my fingers gently brush through her silken hair, my touch slow and deliberate.

Her icy-blue strands were softer than I imagined, cool yet velvety smooth, cascading like liquid silk over my hand.

"Such beautiful hair," I murmured softly, almost in a whisper.

My fingers trailed through the strands, feeling the cool silkiness against my skin.

I slowly lifted one of the strands, letting it glide gently through my fingertips, marveling at its ethereal softness.

Her breath hitched subtly, and though her expression remained composed, I caught the faintest tremor in her fingers as she set her wine glass down.

Her cheeks darkened slightly, and she quickly turned her face away, trying to mask her blush.

But I could see it—the subtle rosy hue blooming against her pale skin.

Her composure was cracking, and she knew it.

"Velzard..." I said softly, my voice barely above a murmur,

"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

Her eyes snapped to mine, wide and slightly startled.

For a moment, she seemed at a loss for words, her lips slightly parted, as if she had forgotten to breathe.

But before she could respond, she quickly turned away, her voice sharp but faltering.

"I—I'm not so easily swayed, human."

She muttered, her tone cold, but I could hear the slight tremor in her voice.

The evening wore on, and eventually, I knew it was time to leave.

I set my wine glass down, turning to Guy with a faint grin.

"Well, I guess this is goodbye... for now."

I said casually, giving him a mockingly respectful nod.

"Don't miss me too much."

Guy smirked, leaning back lazily in his chair, clearly amused by my cockiness.

"Heh... don't get cocky, bastard. I'll have my rematch."

He flashed a sharp-toothed grin, clearly eager for round two someday.

But then I turned to Velzard, my eyes softening slightly, but still glimmering with mischief.

I extended my hand to her, my voice low and firm.

"Come with me."

Her eyes narrowed sharply, her expression hardening.

"I am not your property," she replied coolly, though her voice still wavered faintly.

Her cheeks were faintly pink, betraying her conflicted emotions.

I simply chuckled softly, withdrawing my hand with a smirk.

Then, leaning forward slightly, I said:

"Alright, how about this?"

Her eyes narrowed cautiously, sensing another trap in my words.

I leaned closer, lowering my voice, my gaze intense.

"Let me take you on a date."

I said smoothly, watching her eyes carefully.

"To a place you've never seen before. One of the most beautiful places that even you, in your millennia of existence, have never known."

Her gaze hardened slightly, clearly skeptical, but I could see the curiosity flickering in her eyes.

"And if you don't fall for me..." I added, my voice lowering to a seductive murmur,

"...then I'll never pursue you again."

Her lips parted slightly, and for a brief moment, she simply stared at me, her expression blank.

Her eyes searched mine, as though trying to see through my words, searching for deception—but she found none.

Finally, after a long pause, she exhaled sharply and glared at me, her eyes narrowing in annoyance.

"Fine."

She muttered stiffly.

"But only once."

I grinned smugly, taking her hand firmly in mine.

She tensed slightly, clearly not used to such forwardness, but she didn't pull away.

Without another word, I activated my teleportation, enveloping us both in a glimmering silver light, and in a flash, we vanished from the frozen continent.

We reappeared in the heart of France, standing before the majestic Eiffel Tower, its golden lights shimmering against the velvety night sky.

The streets were bustling with life—music filled the air, and the scent of fresh pastries and fine wine lingered on the breeze.

Velzard's eyes widened slightly in subtle awe as she took in the breathtaking view.

The warm glow of the city lights illuminated her flawless pale skin, and the faint breeze caused her ice-blue hair to flutter softly.

I slowly turned to her, our hands still intertwined, and flashed her a charming smile.

"Welcome to Paris... the City of Love."

I said smoothly, my voice low and inviting.

"Our date begins."

For the briefest of moments, I saw the faintest smile tug at the corner of her lips—barely perceptible, but undeniably there.

And I knew... this was only the beginning.