My Beautiful Disciples, I’m really not the Main Character!Chapter 243: Chapter 243: Warmth in cold heart
Eren stopped in his tracks, his body swaying slightly from exhaustion. He held Feng Yu tighter as if making sure she was secure in his arms. His eyes, though blind, seemed to be filled with an unyielding desire to protect someone.
Looking at the woman appearing here, Feng Yu finally understood why Eren was hurt so badly. She looked at him, her thoughts impossible to comprehend.
She realized that Eren had gotten injured while trying to save her. If anything, he put his life on the line to save her.
She was the strongest being in the Eastern Continent, so being saved by other people was something that she had never experienced before. It was a strange feeling to be so vulnerable that she needed others to help her.
“There is no way for you to run. Master will soon arrive, and that will be your end. I will tell you one last time. Return that woman, and I might let you live!”
As the woman spoke, multiple wind blades aimed towards Eren. It was as if she was warning him that she could kill him at any moment.
As for why she was still asking him to return Feng Yu without fighting, it appeared to be because she needed Feng Yu unharmed for whatever purpose they kidnapped her.
“I didn’t come here to give up,” Eren said even as a drop of blood trickled down the corner of his lips. “I came here to take her with me.”
The woman’s eyes narrowed, her patience clearly wearing thin.
“Then you’ve chosen death,” she declared, her voice cold as steel. With a flick of her wrist, the wind blades sped towards Eren.
Eren braced himself. He could hear the faint whistling of the approaching wind blades, and could feel the subtle shift in the air currents. With a swift motion, he shielded Feng Yu with his body, twisting to minimize the impact.
The blades sliced through his clothes and bit into his flesh, drawing more blood. Eren gritted his teeth against the pain, refusing to cry out. He would not give their enemy the satisfaction of seeing his pain.
Feng Yu stared at him, a drop of his blood falling over her fair cheeks. She had seen the selfishness of this world a long time ago. She didn’t understand why someone like Eren was going so far to protect her.
Was it simply because of his loyalty towards the Sect? Or was there something more?
She had never felt so helpless, so utterly dependent on someone else. The strongest being in the Eastern Continent, and here she was, cradled in the arms of a blind man who was willing to sacrifice everything for her.
As the wind blades dissipated, the woman’s face twisted in frustration.
“Stubborn fool,” she hissed. “But it doesn’t matter. When my master arrives, even you won’t be able to protect her.”
Eren’s grip tightened around Feng Yu. “We’ll see about that,” he replied, his voice unwavering. “I won’t let anyone take her from me.”
The woman’s eyes flashed with anger, but before she could launch another attack, a deep, resonant voice echoed through the clearing. “Enough.”
A figure emerged from the shadows, tall and imposing. He was none other than Fey. Or rather, it was Fey’s body that was being moved and controlled by Yelan. ƜƲԼЕƜρႸᎡ.ϽОᎷ
She had closed the wounds on his body and changed his clothes so that not a single wound could be seen on his body.
The wind tower mage immediately bowed, her demeanor changing to one of deference. “Master.”
Eren’s expressions darkened. Even though he couldn’t see, he recognised that voice. It was the master of this woman.
Eren smiled in a self deprecating manner as he lowered his head. He couldn’t see anything, but he still faced Feng Yu.
He slowly reached out his hand, his fingers brushing past her cheeks as if he couldn’t locate her face without eyes.
After the initial struggle, his fingers rested on her cheeks as he caressed her like she was the love of his life, melancholy visible on his face.
It was as if he was someone who had only admired her from a great distance all his life, only now getting an opportunity to even touch the distant star right before he was about to die.
Even Feng Yu was taken aback by Eren’s strange behavior. However, for some strange reason, she could also feel the sadness he was feeling.
He didn’t say a single word to her, but for some reason, she could feel what he wanted to say.
She didn’t understand this feeling. It was as if the feelings were rushing inside her, appearing in manners they never appeared before. She didn’t realize that it was partially the effect of the Threads of Marriage.
She was feeling what Eren wanted her to feel, the effects even strengthened by the thread. However, it still wasn’t enough to make her feel anything other than confusion about her own condition.
“You don’t have to fight them,” she coldly said. “Leave me here and run. You are too weak to fight them.”
“You are awake.” Eren removed her arms from around his neck, and placed her on the ground behind him.
“Now run.” He hid her behind him while drawing out his sword. In his other hand, he also called forth a Talisman, which made even Feng Yu taken aback.
This talisman was called the Talisman of death. It was something that could allow a person to show strength beyond what their physical body could bear, all at the cost of their vitality.
In essence, it allowed people to exhaust their life to wield strength for a short time. It could definitely allow him to delay these two people, but when the effect of talisman ran out, Eren was going to die.
There was no doubt in Feng Yu’s mind. He was being serious here. She could run away from here, and give it a try while he was keeping them busy. However, her dignity didn’t allow her to run even in the face of death.
Moreover, she didn’t want Eren to die for her. For some reason, watching him shield her, even if it meant exhausting his entire life, her cold heart felt something after a long time.
It was a strange warmth that appeared in the heart that had frozen with the death of her father.
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