Chapter 64: She knows

Duk duk! Duk duk! Duk duk!

The sound wasn’t real. Not a knock at the door, not the clanging of metal on stone—it was his heart, hammering inside his ribcage with such violence it might as well have been a war drum announcing his doom.

’No body has that feature. He’s the only one. The only character in the whole story who has that feature. So I’m sure, I’m fully sure... he’s the fucking...fucking main character.’

The thought alone dried his mouth. His lips stuck together, his tongue felt like sand. Aiden tried to breathe but even the air seemed reluctant to enter his lungs. He could taste the metallic tang of fear on the back of his tongue.

’Wait—he saw me. His truth eyes... no, no. That can’t be. He hasn’t been blessed with them yet. If he had, my neck would already be sliced open and I’d be twitching on the floor like a slaughtered dog.’

The thought spun again, faster and faster, until he had to clutch his own chin to keep from shaking apart. His other arm was still around Amber’s waist, holding her like an anchor in a storm. But even her warmth couldn’t pierce through the fog closing in on him.

"...Aiden?" Amber’s voice called, soft as a prayer.

The syllables brushed against his ears, but his skull felt sealed shut. Her call didn’t pierce through.

His thoughts surged, frenzied, gnawing.

’He arrived in Leonidus fief to encounter the berserker. That was the event—the spark. That’s where he learns the ways of Ignition. That was the beginning Chapter. It occurred, but not today, not this date, not this time. The chronology doesn’t line up. Unless... unless my memories are warped. Unless something has shifted.’

He could almost see the pages of a book flipping, shuffling themselves into a new order.

’Wait. I’m panicking. He’s here, yes. But that doesn’t mean he will meet her right away. It doesn’t mean fate will fall exactly as I remember. I shouldn’t trust these vague fragments as gospel. If I cling to them too tightly, I’ll crush myself under the weight of expectation.’

"Aiden..." Amber’s tone cracked with worry now. Her face, pale under the torchlight, leaned closer. A bead of sweat slid down from his temple to his chin, catching the faint shimmer of flame before it fell.

She saw it. She saw him unravel.

Aiden mumbled. He didn’t even know what words escaped him, just fragments spilling into the stale dungeon air like broken glass.

’Then... I need to pace myself. If he’s here, then what follows after will be... catastrophic. No more drifting. No more delaying. Every step from here is a noose tightening around my throat.’

His golden eyes lifted, soaking in the menace above the dungeon archways. The ceiling seemed to ripple with a shadow that wasn’t cast by any flame. He swallowed, then forced himself to look back at Amber.

Her green eyes. Those green, adorable eyes.

In them, he found something human. Something grounding. They reflected him back, not as an omen, not as a doomed pawn, but as a man.

’i’m still me....not just some character, on the hero’s path, ready to be slayed. I’m real...cause she sees me as real.

The catastrophes.... I will not die to them, and neither will she.’

[Amber Nickson

Status: Full Possession.

Bloodline: Blessed Bunny Bloodline (Low Tier)

Mana: Low

Grade: C Class

Personality: Worried / Despair / Intense Love

Skills: Light Healing (Low Tier), Low Aura (Low Tier), Saint Blessing (Locked)

Beauty: Voluptuous (High Tier)

Talent: ⭐⭐ ]

"Amber... you are mine. And I will protect you, if it’s the last thing I do." His voice wasn’t loud, but it carried weight—the kind that left bruises on the soul.

Her heart, which only moments ago had been trapped in despair, now fluttered like a freed bird. The rhythm inside her chest picked up speed, wild and uncontrollable.

She was his. He said it. She was his.

Her lips trembled, but her soul didn’t. She felt baptized by those words, every nerve rewired to worship their sound. She wasn’t a fling, she wasn’t a shadow in passing. She belonged to him now.

’I’m sorry, Lord. I’m sorry, I belong to him now. I give my soul to him, now and forever...’

[Notification!]

[Soul Link Detected!]

[Amber has been promoted to Leashed Possession.]

[Her soul belongs to the User now. Option for exchange of Ember available.]

[Amber Nickson

Status: Full Possession > Leashed Possession

Personality: Worried / Despair > Hope / Intense Love > Yandere Love ]

Aiden smiled faintly as the system’s display flickered before his eyes. Yes. He needn’t drown in worry. The so-called main character might stride through the world like a storm, dragging chaos at every step, but Aiden had his own weapon. His system. His curse-blood. His incubus heritage.

If the gods had meant it as a punishment, he would twist it into his salvation.

Amber brushed her fingers against his jaw. "...are you okay, Aiden? You looked worried for a second."

"Yeah..." His reply was faint. Then, as if to ground himself, he leaned into her neck, breathing her in.

Snifffffff.

The scent hit him—warm skin, faint traces of lavender oil, and beneath it, the raw pulse of her bloodline. Sweet, fertile, almost addicting.

"...?" Amber stiffened slightly.

"I’m okay now." His lips ghosted against her skin. "You always soothe me, Amber." His golden gaze dropped briefly to her locked skill.

[Saint Blessing (Locked)]

"And don’t say you’ll leave your position in the church just because of me," he added. "You have talent as a healer, Amber. Potential... you just need more.... ember."

"....ember?"

Her hands tightened around his neck, desperation quivering in her voice. "I’ll do whatever you say. Whatever, Aiden. Just don’t leave me like you did before." She pressed her head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat—fast, fierce, alive.

"I really mean it..." she whispered, closing her eyes as if surrendering.

The moment lingered. Torch crackles filled the silence like distant applause.

Then—

"Ahem." John’s cough sliced into the air from the corner.

Aiden ignored him, arms still wrapped around Amber, refusing to let the moment dissolve.

"Ahem! Ahem!" Louder this time.

They ignored him again, as if he were nothing more than a squeaking rat.

"Aheeemm! Aheeeemmm!!"

Aiden’s eye twitched. "...John."

"Yes?"

"Do you wanna die?"

John hesitated, then muttered, "...no. But Mrs. Akidna will kill me if I don’t call you. Said it’s urgent. Both the Viscountess and the Duchess are .....let’s just sat they’re going to tear the mansion apart if you don’t come."

Amber blinked. ’...Akidna?’

Aiden sighed, letting her go. "What happened?"

John looked pale. "Mrs. Akidna was searching for you saying Both the Viscountess and the Duchess are rioting. If you don’t come in time..."

Aiden’s lips curled into a sneer. ’Oh, Lord Augustus. I see you’ve taken my advice to the bone... and told your wife tonight...’

"Amber," he said, lowering his voice, intimate enough that only she could hear, "I will visit you soon. We have much to

discuss

..." His lips brushed her ear. "...on bed."

Her face flared red instantly.

"Or," he added, teasing, "I can come to the church. We can

discuss

there."

Her blush deepened, spreading like fire. She slapped his chest weakly. "Stooop. Just—don’t forget me like you usually do."

He said nothing, only tightened his grip around her waist. Before she could react, his lips crashed against hers.

The kiss wasn’t gentle—it was consuming. His tongue claimed hers, his hunger spilling out raw.

"Mmm—" Amber moaned, shocked, but she melted into it. They were in public, yes, but shame couldn’t overpower desire. Not when her soul was already chained to him.

John looked away, face scarlet, muttering curses under his breath about his "virgin eyes."

Aiden deepened the kiss until Amber’s breathing came ragged, until her body trembled against him. He could feel her breasts hardening against his chest, her thighs pressing together. Just as her need peaked, he pulled back.

A thin string of saliva bridged their parted lips, glistening under the torchlight.

Her eyes were glazed, her cheeks flushed, her breath uneven.

"Okay, dear. Duty calls." He let her go—not into despair this time, but into a warmth that made her body ache.

Amber only nodded, twitching with restraint.

"...Take care." Her voice was trembling, but steady. She wanted to ask who Akidna was, but swallowed it. She had already given her soul. That was enough.

As Aiden walked away, his broad back retreating into shadow, Amber pressed her trembling fingers to her lips.

She belonged to him now. And the moment she spoke those words from the heart, she felt a connection—one so deep that she felt him, and he felt her. Both entagled to each other, more so than Aiden realized.

’....He was an incubus all along...hehe.. and I’m a nun. A nun who belongs to a demon blood. Strange, how fate works...’