I'm Not Your Husband, You Evil Dragon!-Chapter 84: The Bread of Betrayal

(Yuuta POV)

[Luna City – Yuuta’s Apartment | Morning | 7:00 AM]

Sunlight began to sneak its way through the gap in my curtains, casting a soft glow across the room and hitting me right in the face like a passive-aggressive alarm clock.

I groaned, shifting under the blanket.

> "Ugh... too early."

But it was no use. The warmth of the sun was persistent, and my body had already decided to leave sleep behind. I sat up, rubbing my eyes, still half-trapped in that fuzzy space between dream and reality.

The room was quiet. Peaceful.

It had been a long time since I’d slept so peacefully—with both my girls beside me.

Erza rested to my right, her breathing slow and soft, while Elena curled up between us like a tiny kitten, her small fingers tangled in the blanket. Her quiet little snores filled the room, and for once, everything felt... still. Safe.

If someone had told me two years ago that this would be my life—married to a dragon queen, raising a daughter together—I would’ve laughed and walked away.

Yet here I was. Husband. Father. Early riser by default.

I smiled to myself.

It all started with one chaotic night. One strange, unexpected moment. A woman crashing into my life—literally—from the sky, calling me her husband and dragging me off to a zoo like we’d been married for years. Then came the orphanage visits, the college festival disaster where she nearly torched a takoyaki stand because the guy looked at me. And don’t even get me started on the mall incident.

Chaos, laughter, fireballs... and somehow, all of it led to this morning. This quiet, beautiful moment.

I turned slightly to look at her—Erza, the Silver Flame, the most feared being across realms—now snoozing with her hair draped over the pillow like flowing silver silk. She looked... soft. Peaceful. Almost vulnerable.

No armor. No magic. Just her.

I brushed a stray strand of hair from her cheek. Her skin was warm beneath my fingertips, her lips parted slightly as she mumbled something in her sleep.

"Probably threatening someone in her dreams," I chuckled under my breath.

Beside her, Elena shifted, hugging her mother’s arm tighter, whispering something about marshmallows and dragons. I felt something in my chest tighten. Happiness, maybe. Or that quiet ache that comes when you realize just how lucky you are.

I slipped out of bed, careful not to wake them, and padded down the hallway.

Grandpa was snoring like a bear on the couch, one leg dangling off the edge, a half-empty soda bottle on the floor next to him. I shook my head and gently pulled the blanket over him.

"Sleep tight, Grandpa," I murmured.

Now... breakfast.

The kitchen greeted me with silence, faint morning light streaming through the curtains. That special kind of silence—the kind you only get in the early hours, when the world hasn’t fully woken up.

I stretched with a yawn, cracking my knuckles, and opened the fridge.

Something warm. Simple. Comforting. Something that says: "Good morning. You’re loved."

My eyes landed on garlic, butter, and a bar of chocolate.

Garlic bread and hot chocolate. Yeah, I know—weird combo. But it worked. Somehow, it always did. The crisp, buttery garlic paired with the creamy sweetness of cocoa... it was nostalgic.

It was also the first meal I ever made for Erza—right after she nearly incinerated the kitchen trying to fry an egg with a fireball. She looked so smug back then, standing in the middle of a smoke cloud saying, "See? Easy."

I smiled at the memory and pulled out the ingredients.

Flour. Yeast. Garlic. Parsley. Butter. And for the cocoa: milk, sugar, dark chocolate chunks, and a pinch of cinnamon.

As I began to knead the dough, I heard footsteps behind me—soft, dragging.

Tiny.

"Elena," I said, without turning. "You’re up early."

"I smelled chocolate," she mumbled sleepily, rubbing her eyes.

"Hot chocolate for the brave," I grinned. "Go sit, princess. Breakfast is coming."

She yawned and waddled to the table, dragging her blanket behind her like a cape.

And as I worked, as the aroma of warm bread and melting chocolate filled our little home, I thought to myself:

This may not be the life I imagined...

But it’s the one I’m never letting go of.

As I was thinking all of this I saw,

Erza stretched lazily as she rose from the room, her silver hair a wild mess that somehow still looked regal. She rubbed one eye and stumbled toward the table, holding something in her hand that immediately caught my attention.

A large, black, military-grade walkie-talkie.

I raised an eyebrow. "Uh... What’s that?"

She blinked at it, then casually shrugged. "This? Just... work stuff."

"Work stuff?" I repeated, walking over with narrowed eyes. "That looks like something you’d find in a war zone. Are you secretly working for the government? Some interdimensional spy network? Is that why you vanish for hours with no explanation?"

She gave me a sideways look and clicked her tongue. "Seriously, Yuuta? No. It’s Fiona’s. She probably left it in my bag yesterday. That’s all."

"Ohhh," I nodded slowly, raising both hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright. Relax. No need to go full interrogation mode on me."

"I’m not panicking," she muttered under her breath—too quickly.

I smirked. That slight downward curve of her lips, the subtle glance away—yeah, she was hiding something. But I wasn’t gonna push. Not yet, anyway.

"Cool," I said, walking to the kitchen counter. "Anyway, sit. Eat with us. We have to go to Ceremony’s today, remember?"

She paused for a beat, then said quietly, "Right... About that."

I glanced at her. That tone. Something was off.

"You and Grandpa go ahead without me," she said. "I’ll join you a little later. Maybe in an hour."

"Wait, what?" I stopped mid-pour while refilling the hot chocolate. "You’re not coming with us?"

She hesitated. "I am. I just... need to finish something. It’s important."

I looked at her for a long second. She wasn’t lying—but she wasn’t telling the full truth either. Then again, she was Erza. Queen of dragons. My wife. If she said she’d be there, I believed her.

It’s not that I can’t argue with her — I could, easily. But I don’t want my readers to think I’m some macho control freak Mc, who tries to dominate his wife.

Truth is... she’s the one who controls me most of the time. She runs the house, the missions, and sometimes even my life. I just pretend to be the man of the house — but between us, I know who’s really in charge.

So I just smiled and nodded. "Alright. Don’t be late, okay? Elena will want her mom there."

Her gaze softened for a moment. "I’ll be there."

And right on cue—Grandpa wandered in, wearing a crumpled T-shirt and rubbing his eyes like a confused bear emerging from hibernation.

"Mm... what’s that smell?" he sniffed dramatically, as if he were auditioning for a cooking commercial. "Holy smokes, did someone summon a bakery in here?"

I grinned. "That’s garlic bread and hot chocolate, Grandpa."

He squinted. "Garlic what? Is that even a real breakfast or one of those fantasy meals you people make up in anime?"

"It’s food, not alchemy," I laughed, handing him a plate. "Just don’t forget to brush before you sit. Last time you made Elena cry."

"I was testing if kids these days had strong noses," he grumbled, taking the plate anyway and heading off with a grunt.

As he mumbled something about "back in his day we ate toast and war," I glanced back at Erza. She was seated at the table now, the walkie-talkie still in her hand, staring at it with an expression I couldn’t quite read.

Calm... but not peaceful.

Troubled, maybe. Or conflicted.

Whatever it was, I decided to leave it for now. I had a daughter to get ready, a ceremony to attend, and a feeling deep in my gut that told me—

Today wasn’t going to be ordinary.

_______________________

[Scene Shift – Libeus City Bank | Underground Base | Time: 8:00 AM]

(Sara Venom POV)

Of all the names I expected to cross paths with again in this life, Erza Konuari was near the bottom of the list—just above Santa Claus and right below my ex.

The Altanis Queen. The Dragon of Calamity. The so-called Empress of the Ashen Skies.

To me? She’s just an expensive problem in high heels.

I saw her once when she was a child through War screen—a wild spark with sharp eyes and no brakes. Now she’s grown into the storm. Strong enough to take down cities... and bold enough to invoice me $10,000 per mission.

Ten thousand. Per job.

If she sends me a bill with glitter tape and a wax seal again, I swear I’m quitting this agency and opening a bakery in the woods.

And yet... here I am. Still paying her. Because unfortunately, Erza is also the only one who can deal with the kind of mess we’ve got brewing.

Just as I was massaging my temples, trying to calculate how many internal organs I’d have to sell to afford her next assignment, my security AI crackled to life.

ALERT: CHIEF CAPTAIN PHOENIX REQUESTING ENTRY.

"Let her in," I said without looking up.

ACCESS GRANTED. UNLOCKING DOOR.

The door hissed open. Fiona Phoenix stepped inside, crisp and calm, as always. She was holding her datapad like it was an extension of her soul.

"Chief," she greeted, nodding. "We have confirmation. Allen was spotted entering Mobius Group headquarters two nights ago."

My brow twitched. "Mobius? The child trafficking and blackmail operation?"

"The same. No record of what he did inside—surveillance went dark for an hour after he arrived. But this confirms he’s involved."

Of course he is. Allen—a relic from the old world, one of the first demons. Too old to read, too slippery to track, too dangerous to ignore.

"He’s older than any demon we’ve ever fought," I muttered. "And worse—he’s smart."

Fiona nodded, then hesitated. "Should we... bring in Erza?"

I sighed. Loudly.

There goes the agency’s weekly budget.

"She’s going to charge me thirty grand for this one, isn’t she?"

Fiona didn’t say anything. Just gave me that sympathetic look that said yeah, probably.

"Fine," I grumbled. "Call her in. Assign a protection team to shadow her. Clean up her movements—no traces, no records. If she’s spotted, we won’t be able to contain the media storm."

"Yes, Chief."

Before Fiona could leave, an all-too-familiar voice broke in like a toddler having a tantrum.

"No fair! Why does Fiona get to work with Erza?!"

And here came Captain Erika Hemut, storming in with a pout you’d expect from a child denied dessert.

"She’s my sister! I should get to go too! You always give her the cool missions!"

I closed my eyes for a long second.

"Erika," I said slowly, "stay silent for five seconds and I’ll give you a mission. One even more important than Fiona’s."

She blinked. "Really?"

I reached into my drawer, pulled out a sealed photo, and slid it across the desk like it was some cursed relic.

"You’ll be assigned to this man," I said. "High-ranking government official. He’s sending his daughter to Morning Star Elite Academy starting this week. Your job is to protect him and his family. Discreetly. No mistakes."

Her nose scrunched up. "Wait... you’re making me babysit?!"

I deadpanned, "He’s one of the people keeping this agency funded. You’ll guard him, and you’ll like it."

"I don’t wanna—"

"Erika," I said sharply. "Say one more word, and I’ll have you guarding sewage lines."

She clamped her mouth shut.

Then Fiona added casually, "Well, if Erika doesn’t want the job, I’ll take it. I heard Erza might be visiting the academy too."

That was it. The bait was set.

"Wait, what?!" Erika turned on her heels, eyes wide. "Erza’s going to the academy?!"

Fiona nodded innocently. "Yup. Probably tomorrow."

"I-I accept the mission!" Erika shouted. "Happily!"

She practically ripped the photo out of my hands and dashed out of the room.

I turned to Fiona, exhausted.

She smirked and gave me a little thumbs-up behind her tablet.

I sighed, leaning back in my chair.

"God help me. And my wallet."

_______________________

[Back at Yuuta’s Apartment – Luna City | 8:30 AM]

(Erza POV)

I was sitting on the couch, lost in thought, replaying yesterday’s mission in my head. It was supposed to be an easy one—just a simple raid on an underground base run by a demon contractor agency. In and out. No big deal.

But of course, I messed it up.

I couldn’t control my strength... again. Ended up wiping out the entire squad before I even realized it. Only the boss made it out alive. And because of that little "accident," my pay got slashed—barely 10,000 dollars.

Tch. At this rate, I’ll never reach my first goal.

I need to be more careful. Not everyone can survive me going all out.

Anyway, while I was busy contemplating how to restrain Demon agency without turning him into dust, I caught Yuuta and Elena grinning at me from across the room.

Always a bad sign.

"What’s with those faces?" I asked suspiciously.

"Nothing!" Yuuta said too quickly, stepping forward with a plate in hand. "Just wanted to serve my lovely queen some breakfast. Personally prepared by your favorite mortal husband."

He handed me a slice of garlic bread.

Except... this wasn’t normal garlic bread.

It was red. Not like spicy-sauce red. No. This thing looked like it had been dipped in molten lava and cursed by a volcano witch.

I narrowed my eyes. "What happened to the color?"

He grinned. "Ah, well, I made it just for you. Spiced it up with... a few ingredients. You know, to match your ’fiery’ personality."

"Did you use my money again?" I asked, flatly.

"Of course," he said with a wink. "Only the best for you."

Hmph. I took the plate anyway. If I paid for it, I was definitely going to eat it.

But then... things got weird.

Yuuta wasn’t arguing back like usual. No cheeky comeback. No "You should be grateful I cooked for you!" rant. Just that innocent smile.

That’s when Grandpa swooped in like a seagull at a picnic and snatched the bread out of my hands.

"Hey—!" I shouted.

Too late. He already bit into it.

And then, it happened.

His eyes widened. His face turned crimson. Steam literally puffed out of his nose like an old train engine.

"GOOD GRAVY, WHAT IN THE SEVEN HELLS IS THIS?!" he roared, fanning his mouth like he’d bitten a fireball.

"ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME WITH BREAKFAST?!"

Yuuta and Elena froze. Panic flashed across both their faces.

"Grandpa, no! That one was for Mama!" Elena cried.

"Yes! That was Erza’s ’special’ one!" Yuuta added, lunging for the plate.

I blinked. Slowly turning to face my dear, loving husband.

"So," I said, my voice dangerously calm. "You two were planning to poison me with that spicy abomination?"

Yuuta backed up a step. "I wouldn’t call it poison, exactly..."

"Mama!" Elena said quickly. "It was Papa’s idea! He said you could handle it!"

Oh, betrayal.

I cracked my knuckles. The spoon I’d been holding bent under the pressure.

"You Mortal. Teaching my daughter treachery now?"

"W-wait, it was just a prank! A cute family prank!"

"Cute?" I stepped toward him slowly, like a lioness stalking prey.

"Mercy!

SLAP.!

Mercy!

Wrack!!

Not the face!

We have opening ceremony today!" he cried, dodging behind the couch.

"You dare prank a dragon queen with food?!"

"I’ll cook forever! I’ll clean the dishes for a week! Please!"

Ouch.!!

Elena was giggling from the sidelines. "Papa’s gonna get grounded!"

Grandpa was still wheezing and asking for milk.

I let out a long sigh, grabbing Yuuta by the collar.

"You know what your punishment is?"

"...What?" he asked, eyes wide.

"You’re cooking dinner and doing my laundry too. Every day this week. And no shortcuts."

He looked like he’d seen true horror. "Wait, what?! That’s worse than death!"

"Then maybe next time, you’ll think twice before you try to Prank your wife with ghost peppers."

Yuuta was on his knees, holding his ears like a child, begging for forgiveness.

"I’m sorry, my lovely wife! I’ll never do it again!" he cried out dramatically.

I didn’t say a word.

I just turned away, my eyes landing on the door.

I couldn’t let him see my face right now.

Not when I was smiling like a fool.

The truth is...

I enjoy spending time with him — more than I’d ever admit out loud.

Even if I hit him now and then, even if I act cold...

He makes my heart feel warm.

I love him.

I just don’t know how to show it properly.

I hope...

This silly, peaceful moment stays with us forever.

To be continued...

The 𝘮ost uptodat𝑒 novels are pub𝙡ished on fre(e)webno(v)el.𝒸𝑜𝘮