I FOUND A DOOR TO TENSURA AND BECAME BROKEN IN THE REAL WORLD TOO-Chapter 44: A True Dragon in the Modern World

As I tightened my grip on Velzard's hand, we vanished from the Ice Continent in a flash of light, leaving behind the frozen lands and stepping into a completely different reality.

When we reappeared, the warm evening breeze of Paris kissed my face, carrying the faint scent of baked bread, perfume, and city lights.

The majestic Eiffel Tower stood illuminated in the distance, its golden glow reflecting off the Seine River.

The streets were bustling with life, people laughing, cars speeding by, and the occasional train whirring through the nearby tracks.

I could feel Velzard's grip on my hand tighten slightly.

Her aura fluctuated ever so briefly—a faint pulse of tension.

I turned to her and saw her icy-blue eyes wide with disbelief, flickering with a mix of curiosity and awe.

Her lips parted slightly as she gazed around, struggling to comprehend what she was seeing.

Velzard's sharp gaze swept across the illuminated cityscape, taking in the tall skyscrapers, the glimmering streetlights, and the countless vehicles speeding by.

Her eyes locked onto a passing train, the sheer speed and mechanical precision making her stiffen slightly.

Her head slowly turned toward me, her voice calm yet laced with astonishment.

"What... is this place?" she asked softly, her tone almost distant, as though her mind was still catching up to the scene before her.

"This... this isn't the Cardinal World, is it?"

I let out a low chuckle, squeezing her hand reassuringly.

"No, it's not. This is my old world."

Her eyebrows lifted slightly, but her eyes remained fixated on the sight before her.

She took a step forward, her heels softly clicking against the pavement, and she turned her gaze toward the cars speeding by.

A luxury sports car zipped past us, its engine roaring.

Velzard's eyes narrowed slightly, and she instinctively tensed, briefly releasing a faint trace of her draconic aura, making the air around us shudder.

"What... was that?" she asked, her voice carrying a hint of defensive curiosity.

"Is that some kind of enchanted beast? It's fast... but its aura is weak."

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I couldn't help but grin, thoroughly enjoying her genuine confusion.

"That's not a beast, Velzard," I said, turning to her with a playful smirk.

"It's called a car. Just a machine powered by fuel. No magic involved."

Her head tilted slightly, her icy brows furrowing.

"A machine?" she repeated slowly, as if trying to process the concept.

Her eyes traced the moving vehicles, as if she were studying a new species.

We began to walk through the city, my hand still holding hers firmly.

Velzard's head constantly turned, her eyes wide, flickering with fascination.

As we walked, she spotted a train speeding past in the distance, its metallic body flashing under the city lights.

Her lips parted slightly, her eyes narrowing as she observed the blurring speed of the vehicle.

"A metal beast... yet no life force..." she murmured, her voice laced with genuine confusion.

She turned toward me, her eyes searching for answers.

"Yuuya, is this world filled with such...

contraptions?"

I smiled softly, enjoying her childlike wonder.

"Yeah, it is. Machines, technology, and science replaced magic here."

She frowned slightly, still processing the idea.

"No magic?" she asked, almost incredulous.

"Yet... they built all of this?" she gestured around at the towering buildings, the glimmering lights, and the traffic flowing beneath us.

"Yep, all with science, not magic."

I chuckled, watching the faint flicker of awe cross her face.

"Impressive, huh?"

Her eyes narrowed slightly, her expression momentarily stoic, but I caught the faintest glimmer of genuine admiration in her eyes.

"Hmph... I suppose mortals are more resourceful than I thought," she admitted softly.

"To create this without magic... it's almost unfathomable."

I led her into an elegant boutique, the door chiming softly as we entered.

The store attendants, dressed in sleek attire, froze momentarily when they laid eyes on Velzard, clearly mesmerized by her ethereal beauty.

Her icy-blue eyes scanned the store's decor, and I could tell she was slightly overwhelmed by the sheer amount of options.

She brushed her fingers over a black silk evening gown, her eyes narrowing slightly in contemplation.

It was clear she was curious but uncertain.

I smirked and walked up behind her, my voice low and teasing.

"Why not try it on?"

Her brows lifted slightly, and she turned to face me.

"Clothing in this world is... odd," she murmured, her fingers tracing the fabric.

"It feels... strange."

"You'll get used to it," I grinned.

"Besides, you'll look stunning in it."

Her eyes narrowed slightly, a playful glimmer flickering within them.

"Flattery won't get you anywhere, Yuuya," she smirked faintly.

But despite her words, she took the dress into the changing room.

When she emerged, I was momentarily speechless.

The black silk gown clung to her curves perfectly, her icy hair cascading elegantly down her shoulders.

She was... breathtaking.

"You're staring," she teased, arching a brow.

I smirked, leaning in slightly.

"Can you blame me? You look like a goddess."

Her cheeks flushed slightly, though she quickly turned away, trying to hide her reaction.

But I saw it—the faintest hint of warmth in her eyes.

After the shopping spree, I took Velzard to a theme park, deciding to introduce her to modern entertainment.

We climbed into a roller coaster, and I could see her curiosity and mild confusion as she eyed the metal contraption.

"It's just a ride," I chuckled, strapping in.

"It'll be fun."

As the coaster shot forward, Velzard's eyes widened slightly, her breath catching as the wind whipped past her face.

The sharp turns and sudden drops made her eyes narrow, and I saw a spark of excitement flare in her gaze.

"Hah! This is actually... thrilling!" she grinned, her voice laced with genuine exhilaration.

When the ride ended, she turned to me, her eyes bright and her cheeks slightly flushed with excitement.

"Again," she smirked.

I couldn't help but laugh, thoroughly amused by how quickly she had become infatuated with the ride.

That evening, we walked along the Seine River, the Eiffel Tower glittering behind us.

Velzard's icy demeanor had softened, her eyes filled with curiosity and wonder.

She brushed her fingers against mine, and for the first time, she didn't pull away.

Her voice was soft, almost reverent, as she murmured:

"This world... it's beautiful, Yuuya."

And in her eyes, I saw it—

She was falling for me.