I Got Reincarnated As The Ntr Protagonist In An Online Game-Chapter 51: Merlin vs Zyrith 2

"Let me go! I said, let me go, you foolish old man!" Zyrith screamed, her voice raw with desperation. Her hair clung to her damp face as she thrashed against the enchanted ropes binding her. The magical threads glowed faintly, unyielding to her struggles.

Merlin stood a few feet away, his staff planted firmly on the ground. He regarded her with a calm expression, the faintest hint of a smirk playing on his lips. His silver beard and piercing eyes gave him an air of authority that only made Zyrith’s frustration burn hotter.

"Let you go?" Merlin chuckled, his voice carrying a deep, rich timbre. "Now, why would I do that? You’ll only cause more trouble. I think keeping you here is much safer for everyone involved."

Zyrith stilled for a moment, her chest heaving as she glared daggers at him. Then, a venomous smirk spread across her lips. "Won’t you help your friend who went after the prince?" she taunted, her voice dripping with malice. "She may die in the process when she meets my colleague. It’d be a shame, wouldn’t it? Losing someone like her?" She let out a dark laugh, the sound echoing ominously.

Merlin tilted his head, his smirk broadening. Then, to Zyrith’s shock, he burst into loud, hearty laughter. The sound filled the room, reverberating off the stone walls, so full of mirth that it seemed almost inappropriate given the tension in the air.

Zyrith’s face twisted in confusion and anger. "Why are you laughing, old man?" she spat, her voice rising with irritation. "Have you gone senile? This isn’t a joke!"

Merlin wiped a tear from his eye, still chuckling softly. "Oh, it’s just hilarious how much you underestimate her," he said, his voice brimming with amusement. "You think your little colleague is going to make a dent in Eira? That’s rich!"

Zyrith’s eyes narrowed, her confusion deepening. "What are you talking about?" she demanded, her voice laced with unease.

Merlin’s smirk widened as he leaned slightly on his staff, his tone dropping to something more serious but no less mocking. "Let me explain something to you, Zyrith. Eira isn’t what you think she is. She’s been holding back her true strength for as long as I’ve known her. If she unleashed even a fraction of her full power in this city, it would sent shockwaves to everywhere in the city, and everyone in the city would faint from the sheer force of her aura."

The color drained from Zyrith’s face. "You’re lying," she whispered, her voice barely audible. ƒrēenovelkiss.com

Merlin’s expression turned colder, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Do I look like someone who has time for lies?"

Zyrith froze, her mind racing as the weight of his words sank in. She had always considered Eira little more than a musclebound oaf, someone easy to predict and overpower. But now, doubt began to creep into her thoughts. If Merlin was telling the truth...

"No," she said again, louder this time, shaking her head as if trying to dispel the thought. "That’s impossible. She’s just a brute with no finesse! There’s no way—"

"Oh, there’s every way," Merlin interrupted, his tone sharp and cutting. "You’ve been blinded by your own arrogance. Eira has been holding back not because she can’t fight, but because she chooses to. If she stops holding back, your friend, your ’colleague,’ doesn’t stand a chance."

Zyrith’s body trembled as a wave of panic washed over her. Her mind filled with images of Serah—her comrade, her closest ally—walking straight into a death trap. The thought twisted her stomach into knots.

"Serah," Zyrith muttered under her breath, her voice tinged with growing dread. "She’s in trouble. If what you’re saying is true—"

"It *is* true," Merlin said firmly, cutting her off.

Zyrith clenched her teeth, her anger boiling over. "Let me go!" she shouted, her voice breaking. "I need to help her! She’s all I have left, damn it!"

Merlin sighed, leaning on his staff as he observed her struggle. "You don’t get it, do you?" he said, his tone almost pitying. "You’re not in any position to help her. You can barely stand against me, let alone someone like Eira."

"You’re wrong!" Zyrith shouted, thrashing against the ropes with renewed vigor. "You don’t know Serah like I do! She’s strong, stronger than you think! But she’s not invincible—she needs me!"

Merlin shook his head, his expression hardening. "This isn’t about you or what you think you can do. You made your choices, Zyrith. Now you have to live with the consequences."

Zyrith let out a frustrated scream, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. "You think this is funny?" she snapped, her voice trembling with rage. "You think this is a game? Serah doesn’t deserve to die because of *me!*"

Merlin’s expression softened slightly, though his tone remained firm. "No one deserves to die, Zyrith," he said quietly. "But this is war. And war doesn’t care about what’s fair."

Zyrith stopped struggling, her body slumping against the ropes. She stared at the floor, her mind a whirlwind of fear, regret, and helplessness. "Please," she whispered, her voice cracking. "Don’t let her die."

Merlin watched her for a moment, a flicker of sympathy crossing his features. "That’s not up to me," he said finally. "It’s up to Eira. And your friend."

Zyrith’s hands trembled as she clenched them into fists, her nails digging into her palms. "Please, Serah," she whispered to herself. "Don’t die. Not like this."

Merlin sighed, leaning back slightly. "You’d better hope she’s as strong as you think she is," he said, his tone quieter now. "Because if she’s not... well, there won’t be anything left of her when Eira’s done."

Zyrith’s breath hitched, her eyes glazing over with despair. "You’re a monster," she muttered, her voice barely audible.

"And you’re a fool," Merlin countered, his tone cold. "But perhaps you’ll learn from this. If you survive."

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