VIP Chapter 275: Iaar’s Thoughts Are Very Simple (5k)
Iaar’s thoughts were very simple.
The message Master left behind implied that he didn’t hate her. He was just captured by a bad woman, so she needed to rescue him and then cherish him.
Therefore—
As the pet Master needed, as the dog that would always be by Master’s side, she only needed to do this.
Master needs me, Master loves me, Master hasn’t given up on me.
I must rush to his side quickly!
Yes, yes, yes, that’s it—
She thought it through very clearly.
“First, I need to find Master, find, find his whereabouts.”
*Screech— Screech— Screech—*
Iaar dragged her shield, walking step by step on the forest floor. Wherever she went, the cold air she emanated spread.
The heavy Snow Song Holy Shield etched deep marks on the ground, which was already frozen solid. From these marks, one could even see the color of the deeply frozen earth, solid and mixed with ice shards.
The surrounding trees, their branches once lush green, gradually turned scorched yellow with the chill she brought.
And with her nose, more sensitive than anyone’s, even more effective than tracking magic…
Will’s tracks were completely exposed.
She could even smell exactly where he was… where he had treated his injured, bleeding thigh, and was still walking forward with a leg that wasn’t working too well, she could smell it all clearly!!!
“Beat up the bad woman who took him away.”
Iaar tensed her muscles. Years of training had made her body taut, giving her a figure that seemed to strain even her maid outfit.
Her eyes were wide open, and her lips curved into a smile of “happiness” and excitement.
Her ears stood up even higher, and her tail wagged faster, looking even more excited.
Iaar’s thoughts were very simple.
As for how to treat Master afterward, she had already figured it out—if there was anything she didn’t know, she would ask Master’s Blackening 300 Questions, and it would definitely, definitely, definitely be the right thing to do!
“Then I’ll take him away and hide him somewhere no one knows.”
“Question 212: If you imprison someone you love, what should you do?”
“Whatever he wants to drink, I’ll bring it to his lips!”
“Whatever he wants to eat, I’ll bring it before his eyes!”
“He cannot come into contact with any dangerous things!”
“He can only move within my line of sight!”
Chanting the phrases from the Blackening 300 Questions, Iaar’s speed increased. It was impossible to tell she was dragging such a massive “shield.”
In such a forest, it only stoked the wildness of her half-beastman nature; moving so quickly through the woods was her instinct!
*Rustle—*
*Caw—*
She walked, startling a flock of birds in the forest, which flew towards the dawning sunrise.
She stood at the wedding venue.
With a speed far exceeding that of the meandering two people, she had arrived here—this very “fantastical” and “unbelievable” place.
She saw, in the forest, as if conjured from nothing, a beautiful archway erected, decorated with beautiful white ribbons and white flowers.
However, the woman standing in the center was as detestable as a black crow.
Iaar’s thoughts were very simple.
She quickly understood what she needed to do.
Since Treya was the “bad woman” Master mentioned.
Since Treya had already hurt Master, made him bleed—perhaps not directly her doing, but Master was injured in her hands, meaning she hadn’t protected him well enough, it was her dereliction of duty!
Since Treya was forcing Master so much that he had to flee all the way.
Then how could she possibly agree to this marriage?
An Empress who couldn’t protect Master, who let him get injured and bleed, who let him bear marks, who only showed such a weak expression in photos—
—How could she be worthy of marrying the Master who loved her the most, the most perfect, the most powerful, the most beloved Master?!
—He would surely be overjoyed if she ruined this wedding, right?!
“Then—this—marriage—I do not agree!”
Ice Array (Attack) · Frostbind Slow, Release!
The moment she released this skill.
Starting from her, a circle of rapidly cooling permafrost spread out, slowing down everyone and everything in the area, as if time had stopped.
This was a simple and basic skill of the Ice Array, one Master had taught her word for word how to release.
It was a pity that Master hadn’t ordered her to use such a skill against many BOSSes—but now was definitely the time to unleash it!
See? Master, I’m so strong now, aren’t I?
She raised her head, looking at Treya and Will, and her smile was as happy as it could be.
And her eyes were narrowed in as much anger as possible.
“You… How are you here, and how… Huh…”
Treya’s eyes widened.
Outside the Royal Family, her control over the powers of the Demon City was limited, and she could only create such a small domain.
But even so…
No one should… no one could possibly find this place so easily, and break in so easily.
She felt her body rapidly losing heat, her temperature dropping quickly, and her nerve responses slowing down.
And…
Wasn’t she just that little maid beside Will? The maid who only served as a Shield Saint on the front lines, enduring damage? The maid who only did what Will said, who served them tea and water?
“Because I’m here to take back the Master in your hands who isn’t happy at all and wants to escape!”
“Can’t you tell?”
“He’s so distressed, so distressed, so distressed…”
“He’s injured, his palm is burned, and the abrasions and contusions on his right leg haven’t healed.”
“He’s not happy at all. His usual handsome and cute smile is gone. He can’t even do the things he loves the most anymore.”
“His heart is bleeding, he’s written in blood that he needs me.”
“Don’t you see—!”
Iaar trembled with heartache at times, and roared with extreme anger at others.
Treya felt it was rather sudden.
But she remained calm.
She adjusted the hem of her dress with her right hand, perhaps to appear more “composed.”
Why was that maid Iaar here? Could it be… Will left her something?
However, it didn’t matter. Treya felt that dealing with such an insignificant maid beside Will wouldn’t be difficult.
No one…
Could snatch Will away from her wedding!
“You want to destroy the wedding… It’s impossible. Although I’ve let you display a bit of your power, here… Ha… is still my domain…”
Treya’s voice was still calm and cold.
“Moreover… I know your weakness, and I know your mental resistance is very, very poor…”
She extended her hand, meeting the oncoming frost. The purple in her left eye lit up for an instant.
“Sleep in pain too.”
“Huh?”
Iaar tilted her head. Her steps, which were meant to advance, were halted by the sight of the “wedding” before her.
The people who had just been seated on the chairs on either side of the wedding suddenly turned their heads—their bodies didn’t change direction, but their necks twisted as if broken, and they looked at her.
They looked so real.
Each one of them, before turning, was a person from Master’s life in various forms. After turning their faces…
They were all Master’s face.
Brown hair, wearing blue glasses, deep blue eyes that looked very intelligent, and in each pair of eyes, her reflection was visible.
They stood up, more and more, more and more.
They extended their hands, and the crackling sound of applause and waving swept towards her.
They gently parted their lips, and all sorts of fragmented words poured into her sensitive, erect wolf ears.
“Iaar, don’t do anything.” “Iaar, I really want to marry Treya.” “Iaar, what you’re doing is wrong.” “Iaar, please stop.” “Iaar, I want to finish this wedding.” “Iaar, I don’t like you at all.” “Iaar, you are wrong.” “Iaar, I love you but I also love her, so please stop.” “Iaar, can’t we be together?” “Iaar, look, I’m not injured.” “Iaar, please listen to your Master.” “Iaar, please put it away quickly.”
…
…………
“Is this enough? Pfft…”
Treya turned her head.
Because this was her territory, she could at least redirect the sudden cold to the various demons.
But…
Will seemed to have frozen into a “time-stop” state, halted in the moment he turned his head and saw the shadow of Iaar holding her shield, a smile lingering on his lips.
“You’ll be happier to see her appear?”
“It’s okay… I’ve seen that kind of smile before too.”
Treya’s mind flashed with a similar smile that Will had given her—on the day her father died, Will had walked through the long corridor of the Near-God Palace and given her that smile when he saw her.
He… wasn’t happy?
But was his happiness…
Really important?
Then…
She heard the sound of the shield smashing into human flesh.
And not just “ordinary” flesh, but…
Frozen “flesh.”
It was like a blunt object smashing fiercely into a corpse frozen for thousands of years under the ice, the sound of hard impact and soft tissue breaking apart.
She turned back abruptly.
“Did you think, did you believe—that Iaar would be fooled by this?!”
“These…”
“These are all—all—every single one of them—fake Masters!”
“They reek of the same stench as you!”
Iaar’s thoughts were very simple.
She was a standard canine-type Beastkin. She believed every word Master said. Her loyalty to herself was unwavering.
For example…
“Iaar, you must trust your sense of smell. Your sense of smell, which is billions of times superior to humans, is your most precious asset.”
Her shield sliced open the “Master’s” head right at the bridge of his glasses.
Her shield swiftly severed the “Master’s” head at his slender neck.
Her shield cut the “Master’s” waist in half at the navel.
…
So refreshing, so satisfying, so exhilarating.
To destroy these false, deceitful “Masters” who carried the bad woman’s scent, using the most violent and vicious methods.
The “Master’s” cold, frozen limbs were sprayed with blood at the wedding venue; the “Master’s” glasses frames, lenses, and temples scattered everywhere; the “Master’s” dirty blood stained the hem of her skirt.
She dragged the blood-stained shield, walking forward step by step.
“Now—are you willing to hand over the real Master, who is standing right beside you?!”
Treya didn’t hesitate. She drew the Shadow Nightmare Sword from her waist.
The sword Will had given her.
Not only did it increase her control over Demon Power when worn, but it was also more comfortable to wield, allowing her to swing it with greater speed and abandon.
It allowed her to use the Entak Style more smoothly—although, in the end, it was just an effect like sword-wielding created by blending demonic illusions and Black Magic.
Since the “mental” method wouldn’t work, she had to resort to physical means.
She was, after all…
She swung the sword towards the ground.
The Entak Empire’s only, legitimate, strongest heir to the Entak Style.
“The wedding will not be stopped because of this. The ritual time will flow again, and the final contract will surely end in brilliant color.”
“Come—you presumptuous maid.”
The Shadow Nightmare Sword, shining with an ominous black light and moving so fast that its trajectory was invisible, swung directly towards Iaar’s shoulder.
At least at this moment, Treya only wanted to disarm her.
But…
*Clang—!*
“Can’t… Can’t cut…?”
“Dear Princess Treya.” — Iaar used the address she had used years ago when she was still a “Princess,” not the Empress she was now, which sounded especially mocking.
“Damn it—!”
Backhand, forehand, thrust, slash.
No matter the method, no matter the force, even if Iaar didn’t raise her shield, she remained utterly still in Treya’s hands.
Like a piece of solid ice that wouldn’t move at all, standing firm.
“Your Highness, do you still remember? Years ago, you couldn’t even make me move an inch?”
“…!”
“Because, for so many years, I have been Master’s most beloved student, the one he poured all his effort into, the one he invested the most in.”
Iaar’s gray eyes widened suddenly, her crazed smile vanishing instantly. She raised her shield.
She swung it upwards—
A blast of cold air, carrying a biting wind, sent Treya, who was standing still, flying backward.
Treya, who had momentarily blocked the first wave of attack with her sword, spun in the air several times before finally stabilizing herself and landing on the ground.
Iaar’s thoughts were very simple.
She was just an ordinary Shield Saint, without those superb combat abilities, without the skills to kill enemies with her shield, without the psychological fortitude for battle.
All she had was…
The simple desire to protect the one who said he loved her, the urge to prevent him from falling into someone else’s hands.
Therefore, whoever hurt Will, she would beat them up fiercely.
“Phew…”
Treya watched Iaar walk towards her step by step.
For the first time, she didn’t know what to use.
Memories?
For example…
Dragging her… dragging her to the same place as Shuna… the same place.
Treya extended her hand, aiming at Iaar.
“Zero Demon City · Memory Construct Layer…”
Her words were not finished.
In her vision, everything became colder, slower. The falling leaves seemed frozen in mid-air, and Will, standing there, was frozen from the soles of his feet upwards.
She tried to step forward, only to find her feet wouldn’t move.
A thick layer of frost had formed beneath her feet.
Her throat was very dry, and speaking was a struggle.
“Ice Array (Attack) · Condense.”
The Ancient Magic of the Ice Array was wondrous; the simpler the Ancient Magic, the stronger it was.
For example, “Condense,” condensed all the…
Water vapor.
So no one could move.
Then, she watched Iaar’s shield smash fiercely towards her arm—it was like teleportation, her movements completely invisible.
“Tsk… Zero Demon City · Fallen Angel—”
*Bang.*
As her hoarse voice spoke, Iaar’s shield also came down.
“Does it hurt? Does it hurt? Scream! That’s it! That’s how you bully Master! You…”
With laughter and crazed shouts, the heavy shield in Iaar’s hands was like an easily lifted brick, raised and dropped, continuously smashing downwards.
She didn’t know how many times she had raised the shield, how many times she had smashed it down, or how deep the black and red “pit” before her had become.
She looked at the overflowing blood on the “Saint Chess Two Umbrella Neighbor Temple · Qin Si’s Ling Mengtan,” and reached out to wipe the blood splattered on her face.
Then, with her blood-stained skirt, she turned around.
Iaar’s thoughts were very simple.
She just wanted to return to the side of the person she loved and who loved her, the person who had always accompanied her since childhood.
Like…
A lost puppy wandering outside, no matter how far it strayed, it would always return to its Master’s embrace.
That was her resting place.
“Master—Master Ling Meng Ba IX Qin Ba O Si Ling V.”
Iaar dragged her shield. The heavy, hard metal shield slid across the ground, its unpleasant, grating sound echoing through the forest.
“Master, Iaar is here.”
Iaar slowly walked up the steps, reached the altar, and gently placed her shield aside.
“Master, greetings.”
Iaar faced the frozen Will, lifted the hem of her maid dress, and bowed deeply with utmost respect.
“Master, please rest assured, Iaar will forever be your most loyal…”
Iaar crouched down, reached out her hand, and carefully pulled Will’s right hand.
“As long as you need me, I will always be by your side…”
Iaar gently placed a kiss on the back of Will’s hand.
“As long as you ask for help, I will advance no matter where I am…”
Iaar raised her head, her beast ears perked up, as if listening to every command from the frozen Will. Her tail wagged happily on the ground.
“Good doggy, aren’t you?”
Iaar spoke, her smile tinged with a hint of madness, obsession, and…
Sickliness.
Author’s note: Uploading 5k words to frantically catch up on full attendance.
