novelraw Chapter 297: That idiot
Chapter 297: That idiot
How could Bree possibly know Vangar?
At that question, Bree cursed inwardly. She had nearly let hatred cloud her judgment—nearly exposed herself.
Lowering her gaze, her long lashes veiled the murderous fury churning in her eyes. When she looked up again, all that remained was a fragile sorrow, a quiet, aching grief.
"Yilan... I’m going to tell you a secret. You mustn’t tell anyone."
She took Yilan’s hand and led her to the sofa, guiding her to sit. After a brief pause—just enough to gather her emotions—she began.
"Everyone believes that five years ago, Vangar went to the Beast God Mountain... but that’s not the truth."
Her voice trembled slightly, as though she were stepping back into a distant, painful memory.
"He... went to the human world instead. That’s where he met me."
"What?"
Yilan covered her mouth in shock.
Bree gave a wan, fragile smile. Tears shimmered in her eyes, making her look heartbreakingly delicate.
"We fell in love. We were together for five whole years."
"He treated me so well... better than anyone ever had. He said he would stay with me forever."
Her voice broke.
"But not long ago... he suddenly disappeared. Without a word. Without even a goodbye."
A tear slipped down her cheek at just the right moment.
"I searched everywhere he could have gone. I turned over every possibility... but I couldn’t find him."
"In the end, I used certain... special means... to cross through time and space, just to come here."
She lifted her tear-filled eyes to Yilan, her gaze brimming with both longing and pain.
"Yilan... I came here to find him."
"I thought something terrible had happened to him... but I never imagined... never imagined that he would return... and become someone else’s match."
As the last words left her lips, Bree seemed to lose all strength. She covered her face and broke into quiet, trembling sobs.
Her slender shoulders shook violently, radiating helplessness and despair.
Yilan was completely stunned.
Her mouth hung slightly open, her mind blank—as though she had been struck by lightning.
What had she just heard?
Marshal Vangar... had gone to the human world?
He and Bree had been in love for five years?
And now he had returned—only to become Rory’s match?
Seeing Bree weeping so heartbreakingly, a surge of anger ignited within Yilan.
How could Vangar do this?!
How could he abandon Bree—who had crossed time and space for him—only to turn around and bind himself to someone else?
How could the Beast God allow such a thing?
Yilan wrapped her arms around Bree, holding her tightly.
"Bree, don’t cry. If he’s treated you like this, the Beast God will surely punish him."
Bree lifted her tear-streaked face, looking at Yilan with fragile anguish.
"I never thought he was still alive... And I never imagined... that he would become Rory’s match."
As she spoke, she grasped Yilan’s hand tightly.
"Yilan... will you help me with something? Because of Sylas Ruan, Rory doesn’t like me very much. Could you speak to her for me... tell her about what happened between Vangar and me? It’s one thing if he deceived me... But I don’t want Rory to be deceived by him as well."
Yilan looked at her with deep sympathy. "Bree... you’re too kind. At a time like this, you’re not even thinking about yourself—you’re still worried about Rory."
Bree said nothing, only crying softly.
Yilan’s heart clenched at the sight. She nodded firmly.
"Don’t worry. When we return, I’ll go find Rory. I’ll tell her everything Vangar did to you. I’ll make her break the match with him."
Then, after a pause, her expression darkened with a cruel resolve. "No... I’ll wait until after she’s bonded with him. Then I’ll tell her everything—and make her shatter his beast mark, drive his mind into collapse, and make him die."
A male like Vangar—one who toyed with a female’s feelings—deserved punishment from the Beast God.
He deserved to die.
Knock, knock, knock.
The adjutant stepped forward and rapped lightly on the door of the treatment chamber.
"Miss Dekhart, your partner has arrived to take you home. His Highness has asked me to escort you."
At the mention of Sylas Ruan, Yilan lit up—almost more delighted than Bree herself.
"Bree, we can finally go back! Come on, let’s go."
She grabbed Bree’s hand and started pulling her toward the door.
Just moments ago, Yilan had still been reluctant to leave, hoping to linger and find another chance to bond with Vincent. But now, she had something far more important to do—she needed to return as quickly as possible and expose Vangar’s true nature for Bree, to make him pay for what he had done.
The adjutant stepped in front of her, blocking her path.
"Miss Yilan, I’m very sorry, but you cannot leave yet."
"Why can’t I leave?"
Stopped in her tracks, Yilan’s expression darkened with immediate displeasure.
The adjutant offered a polite smile.
"Mr. Ruan is here to take Miss Dekhart, not you. You’ll need to wait until someone from your clan arrives to escort you before you can depart."
"I don’t need anyone from my clan."
Yilan tightened her grip on Bree’s wrist and lifted her chin.
"I’ll just leave with Bree. Her partner will obviously take good care of me."
Then she turned, smiling sweetly at Bree. "You will take care of me, won’t you, Bree?"
Bree nodded without hesitation. "Of course. I treat you like my own sister."
The adjutant silently rolled his eyes inwardly.
Stepping forward again, he blocked Yilan once more.
"My apologies, Miss. Regulations require that you remain here until your clan arrives to receive you."
Being stopped yet again, Yilan’s patience snapped.
She slapped his hand aside, her tone sharpening. "And what if I insist on leaving?"
The adjutant merely glanced at her, then calmly stepped back into her path, unmoving.
"We are responsible for ensuring every female is safely handed over to her clan or partner."
"You—!"
Yilan’s face darkened instantly. Anger flared in her eyes as she glared at him.
To her, this adjutant was nothing more than a stubborn fool deliberately standing in her way.
"If you don’t move, don’t blame me for what happens next."
Her wrist flicked, and a soft pink glow gathered at her fingertips. The air thickened at once, filling with a sweet yet dangerous aura—seductive, suffocating, and laced with threat.
Seeing that she was about to attack, the adjutant showed no fear at all.
He stood his ground at the doorway, not budging an inch.
Just as Yilan was about to strike, Bree quickly grabbed her arm.
"Yilan, don’t!"
This was Vincent’s warship. If they caused trouble here, they would be the ones to suffer the consequences.
More importantly, Yilan’s plan to get close to Rory hadn’t even begun. They couldn’t afford to anger Vincent over something so trivial.
"Bree, don’t stop me."
Yilan struggled, fury burning in her eyes.
"Today I’m going to teach this blind, insolent male a lesson. How dare he block me?"
In the Empire, if a female struck a male, he was not allowed to fight back.
This idiot...
Bree cursed inwardly, tightening her grip on Yilan’s wrist as she lowered her voice.
"Have you forgotten? You still need to go back and see your brother. If you attack him and Vincent gets angry, what if he refuses to let you approach Rory? What happens to your brother then?"
Even striking a dog required consideration of its master.
And Yilan was about to kill Vincent’s adjutant—on his own warship.
If that wasn’t courting death, what was?
Bree held her firmly, her voice soft but urgent.
"Stay here and wait for me. I’ll go speak with Sylas and His Highness Prince Vincent. Don’t worry. I’ll explain everything to Vincent and make sure he allows you to leave with me."
Suppressing the urge to throttle her where she stood, Bree forced a sincere expression onto her face.
"Yilan... trust me, alright?"