VIP Chapter 418: What if he could recover? (3k)
“If Young Master wants revenge, what should I do?”
Without hesitation, Iaar asked quickly and decisively, showing no mercy towards the Hysterm Family she once belonged to.
“You’re quick. In a way, Carver was your former employer, and the Hysterm Family raised you from childhood—even this house you’re living in now was given to you by the Hysterm Family… Oh my, isn’t that a bit like biting the hand that feeds you?”
“No.”
Iaar shook her head, negating Liya’s words with both action and language.
Liya had only intended to tease her a little, but she didn’t expect Iaar’s gray eyes to be filled with such seriousness.
She even tried hard to explain her sincerity to Liya.
“Iaar’s Master is only Young Master Will, and the only person Iaar owes a debt of gratitude to is Master. It doesn’t matter if he’s the Young Master of the Hysterm Family, or not. Regardless of his identity, regardless of his birth, as long as he is Will, Iaar will only listen to him. Where Master’s blade points, Iaar will face.”
Liya saw Iaar eagerly leaning closer, her gray eyes almost encompassing her, eagerly awaiting Liya to release more information.
Liya realized that Iaar had a very clear grasp of matters, so much so that she seemed excessively “dependent” on Will. Will was right… From birth, Iaar had only Will as her life principle; right and wrong were determined by his words.
“So, tell me, if he wants revenge, what should Iaar do?”
Having confirmed Carver as an enemy, Iaar’s mind was already picturing how to smash the head of the man she remembered always wearing a white suit, who was mysterious with blond hair, and to whom servants had to bow respectfully every time he returned home.
Liya let out a mysterious smile.
“…This is the second reason Will hid from you.”
“The second reason?”
“Think about it carefully first. Why did he trick you into willingly going to kill that Fire Dragon? You understand, he never does anything without a reason.”
“Trick…?”
Iaar didn’t quite agree with the word, which sounded like it was portraying Will as a terrible person, so she momentarily expressed some doubt.
“You think you did it voluntarily, but… there are too many questions. For example, why did he find *me* first, and then suddenly return to your side?”
Liya twirled her fingers in her golden hair.
“Look, I was the first person he sought. With me already as a powerful helper, for what reason would he have gone to you?”
Liya’s red eyes looked at Iaar with a trace of “showing off.” She was as assertive as a small cat puffing up its tail to threaten, wanting to use this method to subtly declare her unusual position in Will’s heart.
But… this cat ran into a dog that was incredibly loyal.
“Because Master still remembers Iaar, Master thinks Iaar can still do things, and Master still likes Iaar, so he came to find Iaar. It’s completely fine.”
Iaar simply interpreted this showing off as a friendly wag of a tail, hinting at things Will loved about her. She didn’t realize at all that Will naturally had his own agenda.
“You… you really are unyielding…”
“So, Master found Iaar because… of the achievements made by the Fire Dragon Killer… right? It wasn’t a coincidence; he really wanted Iaar to go kill the Fire Dragon, The End Ash.”
“That’s right.” Liya’s finger drew a small circle in the air. “He heard about you making your most detested brother run laps and call out names, so he came to you, used this appearance to make you pity him, and finally chose to help him.”
—This was a lie. A story half true and half false.
“In other words, he’s using you. And he’s using your undeniable love for him.”
Liya knew very well that before the title of Fire Dragon Killer spread, Will had already begun planning how to kill Fire Dragon Aar. After all, facing Aar, Liya’s magic was mostly useless, and Iaar’s ability was essential.
“That’s great.”
“Huh?”
“It’s good that Master can truly understand that Iaar was still doing things to protect him after his ‘death.’ As for whether he deliberately made Iaar pity him, it doesn’t matter…”
Iaar placed her hand on her chest, rendered speechless by Liya’s intense pressure.
“Iaar willingly wants to help him. Even if he hadn’t been injured or become like this, Iaar would still help him. Moreover… he’s not as depressed as Iaar thought. That’s great.”
“You… you person…”
Liya found that the words she thought would provoke Iaar were completely useless! Instead, their ineffectiveness made her look like an aggressive, defeated lover. Because… she didn’t care if she was “used,” she didn’t care if Will had any malice towards her, and she wouldn’t even care if Will lied to her. After all, they were different. While Liya saw Will as her favorite student, the only human in a hundred years who could make her look back, Iaar loved Will with genuine “apology,” “loyalty,” and a bit of “humility.” For Iaar, what mattered was never whether she could receive “sincerity.” She had once had nothing, so what mattered most was what she could securely hold in her hands. As long as she could feel needed by someone in reality, she was indifferent to that person’s “sincerity.” To her, being used was even a happy emotion. This was the complete opposite of Liya, who insisted on being in a dominant position in the relationship. Liya’s attempt to provoke Iaar backfired.
“Forget it, I seem to have gotten the wrong direction. You’re just like this. It’s hard to change. Then…”
Liya sighed and looked at Iaar seriously. Her attitude, which had been half-joking for several sentences, suddenly became very serious, making Iaar a little scared.
“What if I say, after he’s done using you, he’ll abandon you?”
“…?!”
Hearing this, Iaar’s eyes widened.
“No—it’s impossible! After all, Master needs care right now, and during these few days here, Iaar and he… have been very happy together…”
As soon as Iaar voiced her rebuttal, she immediately shut her mouth, as if regretting her own words. The latter half of her sentence became quieter and quieter, to the point where it got stuck in her throat and she couldn’t speak any further. The more she said it, the more she sensed the incongruity. Will seemed too “obedient,” everything was unfolding in the direction of her dreams. It was as if he was intentionally recreating the scene she desired: “the fragile Young Master was taken care of by her alone.”
Liya didn’t continue, pausing to give her some room to think. Seeing that Iaar had no further words, she spoke:
“Because the ‘medicine’ that can completely cure him is Aar’s heart. That’s right, the heart of an Emperor-level Fire Dragon can resolve the ailments he’s facing.”
“Completely… completely cure him…”
Iaar murmured these words, and in her mind, every scene from the past few days flashed by. She had cared for the Young Master, who had become more fragile, weaker, and incapable of doing anything, just as she had “hoped.” He truly couldn’t leave her; he even needed her help to enter rooms, or he might accidentally fall down the stairs.
“…All the injuries on his body are because of the indelible ice-attribute magic, but it can be healed with the heart of a Fire Dragon—you must have encountered many similar people as an Adventurer.”
Liya spoke slowly, reminding Iaar of the two people who had hired her before Will. They, too, had sought a Fire Dragon to treat their injuries. As a rare, high-level Fire Dragon, Aar’s body parts indeed held irreplaceable significance in treatment.
“If someone can help him kill the Fire Dragon, he can recover—he’ll be able to stand up from his wheelchair, and his vision should return to its original level.”
“You and I have both witnessed it. In reality, Will is no longer the same as before. While training us, he was also growing. And he was originally just physically weaker; his performance in magic has always been top-tier.”
“Will he… truly need you then?”
“…Master…”
She remembered something else, recalling how Will had the ability to protect himself with his own strength in the Hysterm Family’s back mountain forest after they escaped from the Royal Family’s castle. If Will hadn’t “died” once, if Will were still the powerful… “all-capable” Young Master in her eyes… he probably wouldn’t have appeared here, he wouldn’t have needed a “Fire Dragon Killer,” and he wouldn’t have approached Iaar like this? The “probably” answer she almost gave got stuck in her throat. She realized she couldn’t say it. Because…
“We’re setting off to hunt that Fire Dragon tomorrow. Think carefully…”
Liya patted Iaar’s shoulder. Because Iaar herself truly… truly enjoyed and wanted the situation where Will needed a growing, mature, and strong her…
“Once his body recovers to its previous state, he might use you up completely and leave… What would you do then? Even if he stayed by your side, would your significance to him remain as important as it is now? You are indeed indispensable to him… Have you truly achieved that?”
Every word Liya spoke seemed to be provoking Iaar.
“For… for him, Iaar…”
“Think carefully.”
Liya emphasized again. Her tone and expression at this moment were more like a witch, as if intentionally guiding Iaar’s thoughts in a certain direction. She spoke—
“Do you still want to continue this—after Will recovers, you will lose a large portion of your value in his hands.”
“Or, you could choose… one failure, so he will be like this forever.”
