Obsession of the Neglected 6-Star Heroes-Chapter 30

She wanted an answer, but she didn’t want to hear one.

The words don’t match, and that’s what stirs her troubled heart.

"You want to die, don't you? Huh? Big sis."

Rivera lets out a bitter laugh.

Of course, Reina must have clung to her father, inhaling his magic, soaking in his scent. She must have longed for his affection, felt the heat of his desire while they were away.

Anyone who had been given even a moment of his warmth would have sought more.

Rivera knew.

Even if Reina denied it, Rivera was certain.

Reina had dared to covet what wasn’t hers, to drool over what belonged to someone else.

To Rivera, that was unforgivable.

Reina was the one who tried to steal from her—her only precious one, the one she valued above all else.

A lowly slave, daring to desire her father, to defile his pure love—it was the betrayal of all betrayals.

And now, Reina stood before her like a traitor.

Crack.

Once again, something inside Rivera snaps.

Blood begins to drip from her hand, her grip so tight that it seems as though her very strength is bleeding through her fingertips.

"A-are you okay...?"

Reina’s soft voice trembles as she reaches out, her hand stretching toward Rivera’s clawed arm, her fingers seeking any connection.

She is taken.

She is taken. Taken. Taken. Taken. Taken. Taken. Taken. Taken. Taken. Taken. Taken. Taken.

Taken.

Her father is taken from her.

And then, once again, Keyal is taken from her.

Her only treasure is ripped away. Her only hope is torn from her grasp.

She feels it—the black magic that covers it, erasing all traces of Rivera’s scent. It’s taken from her, smothered in the shadows.

The Golden Dragon’s light is stolen from her. The moon that once illuminated her path vanishes.

The stars that once gave hope are snuffed out.

The Golden Dragon’s treasure, tainted and defiled, is slipping through someone else’s hands.

"No. No. No..."

Taken. Taken. Taken. Taken. Taken. Taken. Taken. Taken. Taken. Taken. Taken. Taken.

Her corneas cloud over, her mind slipping into darkness, almost as if she will faint.

"It’s mine. My father is mine."

It is Rivera’s love, and only Rivera’s is worthy of it.

She won’t give it up to anyone else.

No, she doesn’t want to give it up.

"It’s mine. It’s mine... it’s mine... it’s mine..."

Rivera begins to mutter rapidly, her claws sharpening, her pupils dilating, the reptilian membranes of her eyes turning black.

Poison seeps into her gaze. Her eyes turn red, bloodshot, consuming all with a violent hunger.

Drip.

Tears of blood fall from her eyes.

Crack.

Her horns begin to sprout. Scales pop out from her skin. Her legs widen, and her waist bends low.

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What will she do now? It’s already decided.

"You. I can’t let you live—can I?"

The Golden Dragon sheds tears. The blood that runs down its red cheeks looks like dark water, or maybe like a falling star.

No one can tell whether it’s sadness or jealousy—no one knows what this liquid truly is.

"Die."

The only one who truly understands the meaning of this is the Golden Dragon itself.

***

The cunning fox.

The snake that wags its tail.

The rival, though a hated one, still held a certain affection.

The elf’s nature was gentle. Unlike now, she had never shown her affections openly before.

She was both a rival and a sister, a competitor and a potential ally, someone both trusted and feared.

On the other hand, the fox was the former—a cunning creature who wagged its tail deceitfully. The type of being who would drive you to near death if encountered.

She had committed sins. She had sinned against her father, and he had left her.

Now, they had met again. She longed to be in his embrace, to feel his warmth, to bask in the heat of his affection. But she didn’t.

No, she held back.

She wondered if her father had left because of her.

Had she loved him in the wrong way? Had she caused his mind to become muddled, unknowingly?

Rivera had become lost in this thought, trapped in a cycle of longing.

She wanted to find her father. She would do anything to find him. Yet, the Golden Dragon didn’t know how.

She couldn’t find a way. She never tried to search for one.

She couldn’t. The Golden Dragon was strong.

No, she had become strong. She had the strength to live on her own. But she had survived only because her father had been there by her side.

Because Keyal had been there, she was able to survive. Because he was there, she could do anything.

She became stronger. She didn’t have to be alone. For the first time, she felt the warmth of sunlight, and for the first time, she understood what parents were.

For the first time, she understood the meaning of love.

…But then, everything vanished in an instant.

It was gone. Broken. Erased.

And all of it was her own fault. It was the result of her own sin.

Everything was wiped out. Every memory, every moment, was undone.

She didn’t want to forget, yet she did.

If she hadn’t opened her heart to anyone in the first place, there would have been no pain.

The Golden Dragon was a sinner. They all were sinners, just one among many who had committed a wrong.

The day the guild leader disappeared. The day everyone cried. Only one person treated him as a hypocrite.

Hypocrisy. Hypocrisy. Hypocrisy.

"Hypocrisy...?"

Who was the hypocrite? Who was the one to betray?

The Golden Dragon still couldn’t forget that day.

The filthy words that had slipped from the fox’s mouth.

"Traitor... traitor... You promised you’d stay with me forever... You said you would...!!"

The fox screams, pounding the ground. Tears fall from her eyes. She covers herself in dirt and despair, her body covered in dust.

"Liar... liar... liar... liar..."

She kicks through the mud, claws bared, destroying everything in her path.

Burning, throwing, cursing, and glaring.

"Liar...!! Damn hypocritical bastard...!!"

Her once-glorious white tail loses its strength and falls. She looks up at the sky.

"How dare you... how dare you abandon me...? Me...? The Nine-Tailed Fox...?? A measly half-demon like you...? Ha."

She spits out her hatred and sighs, mocking the rising moon in the sky.

"Ha ha ha... ha ha ha ha ha ha... So funny, isn’t it?"

"I trusted you. Why did you abandon me...?"

The fox’s wailing continued. It wouldn’t be answered, yet she never stopped, spewing insults and cries every time the moon rose.

Her one moment of hatred didn’t cease for a second.

Until she left the guild, her resentment never stopped.

Whumm.

Rivera’s body floats in the air.

She looks down at the tiger shivering below her.

The Golden Dragon reaches out. A faint light leaks from her fingers.

The light brushes against the tiger's body, revealing the truth and exposing the lies.

It reads the truth of everything, of everyone, from the lowliest soldier to priests, mages, family, parents, siblings—all memories are unraveled, and their whereabouts are revealed.

Among them, there are slave traders from the underworld, the heads of merchant guilds, and even Yohō.

Rivera raises her hand toward the sky, fingers forming a spell.

Teleport.

The magic fills the air as Rivera’s form begins to fade slowly.

Starting from the lower body, then the upper body, her figure evaporates like smoke.

"Sister."

Rivera calls to Elena, snapping her fingers and pointing at something before her.

"Yeah. Leave it to me and go ahead."

"Hmm. Won’t you at least warn me to be careful?"

"You’ll win anyway, right? So, why bother?"

Rivera smiles faintly, lifting the corners of her mouth.

Elena had no idea who Rivera was going to meet.

But knowing Rivera, someone stronger than herself, she was certain she wouldn’t lose to anyone.

The last trace of her form disappeared completely. Rivera had moved.

"It’ll be time for our master to return soon... maybe about an hour left?"

"Well then..."

The wind spirit that had been hiding behind them giggles as it emerges, its voice childish.

"Shall we finish that conversation we started?"

"Princess?"

***

The Silent Palace.

A field littered with hundreds of corpses.

Dismembered bodies. Pools of blood twisting together, forming a massive river.

The fox gathers her legs together. Sitting on a throne untouched by blood, she buries her face in her hands.

The building is destroyed. Ruins are scattered across the ground.

The woman cloaked in a robe hints at the chaos she has caused.

The blood on her nails confirms that she is the one who created this horrific scene.

The sharply torn pupils and the beast’s tail are marks of her unique strength and an aura that is beyond reach.

The silent palace.

Creeeek, creeeek.

With a flick of her finger, Yohō begins to draw something in the air.

A face. The face of a young boy.

Splat.

Using the blood on her palm as paint, she begins to smear it around.

The dark red blood wraps around the boy like particles.

Crack—!!

Her finger carves out the boy's face.

Squish.

She gouges his eyes out. Tears apart his limbs. In the end, she erases every trace of him.

"You bastard... you promised you'd stay with me... you'd be there..."

In a low voice, the fox mutters the words with bitterness, her words flowing into a river of resentment.

It’s quiet. Even the sound of the wind is absent.

The fox buries her face between her knees.

Swish.

"...?"

Something passes by. The fox’s pupils widen as her gaze shifts.

Swish.

Again, something passes, and this time, it’s very close.

For just a moment, she senses its presence.

The fox sharpens her senses.

What could it be? She rises from her spot.

Her body sways unsteadily, struggling to support itself.

Whoosh.

Once again, something brushes past.

"..."

This time, it was slower. Slow enough for the fox to react.

"Wow. You noticed, huh? Just as expected, I’m still me."

The fox twists her body lazily and grabs the girl’s arm.

"..."

The fox doesn’t say a word.

She’s not interested in the presence before her.

"Hmm? Why the lack of response?"

The fox’s pupils contract instantly. The one who had lost all reason to fight releases the girl’s arm helplessly.

The girl spins in mid-air, and the distance between them grows.

"...What brings you to Solum?"

The fox smiles with a wicked grin. The Golden Dragon feels discomfort at her presence.

Yohō feels the same way. While her face is smiling, her brow furrows in frustration.

The smile is familiar. It’s a smile she once liked.

It’s a smile she once cherished, and now it’s one she forces herself to wear so she won’t forget him.

She can’t help but wonder why she liked that smile in the first place.

"What’s going on? I came to meet you, my sister."

"Haha. You came to see me?"

The girl nods.

"..."

The fox remains silent. Her tails rise.

Nine tails move gracefully through the air, like living creatures.

"Sorry, but leave. I’m not interested in you."

"Hm. No thanks."

"Sigh. Golden Dragon, Golden Dragon, you’re such a troublesome one."

The fox’s tails sway, creating small sparks.

A soft yellow-orange flame...?

No. It’s a blue light. A blue flame flickers.

"Well then~ just die."