Obsession of the Neglected 6-Star Heroes-Chapter 34

Unexpectedly, the encounter with Elena leaves her confused, but for Yohō, Elena was of no concern.

Yohō wasn’t here to meet her.

Yohō lets out a sharp exhale. She gestures towards Elena.

With excitement, Yohō exhales sharply, her eyes clouded and lifeless, as though she were already dead.

Yohō was dead. Her body held nothing but lifeless flesh.

Through the inn, she senses the faint traces of magi coming from beyond and instinctively raises her guard.

However—

"No. The master isn’t here."

The elf denies Yohō’s affirmation. She shakes her head and swats away Yohō’s hand, which had reached out towards her.

"...Liar."

Yohō doesn’t believe the elf’s words. And no wonder—her scent was so strong, the magi, the smell, everything from beyond was so overwhelming, it almost entranced her.

She had been shaking her head and circling around, yet Yohō shakes her head again. Unbothered, the elf exhales and continues.

"You know, the master disappeared four years ago. He hasn’t even sent a message since. No, it's like we've been completely cut off from him…"

The elf stares into the air, seemingly recalling words to deceive Yohō, desperately racking her brain to make sense of it.

"Anyway, in the end, the master completely abandoned us," she says.

Yohō lowers her head.

"No... That can’t be... No..."

She mutters the same words over and over, denying the elf’s statement.

It can’t be. The captain must still be beyond there.

Yohō no longer had the strength to gamble with herself.

She could no longer move. There wasn’t enough energy left even to argue.

"I’ve only told the truth. Now, why would he come back to us after everything? If he were to return... He wouldn’t..."

The elf spoke bitterly, trying to act like a hopeless girl.

But Yohō didn’t hear the elf’s words.

Could it be that she was mistaken?

Could it be that the captain isn’t here?

Yohō would have absolutely trusted her instincts, but—

She had never spent this long without sensing another’s scent.

Even though she was a fox spirit, gifted with an exceptional sense of smell, not using it would result in regression.

Wasn’t it the same when she couldn’t even smell her master from the Golden Dragon?

Yohō doubted. The elf’s brief statement? No. As a beastkin, as Yohō, she was born with an instinct and a sense to detect truth.

Thud.

Yohō’s body wavers. She falls to her knees, sitting on the ground.

Her claws scratch the base beneath her.

Screech.

The sound of nails scraping echoes loudly in the ears of the two women, sharp and unsettling.

The elf furrows her brows, but Yohō’s behavior doesn’t stop.

A silent scream. A scream that doesn’t make a sound. No words, no voice.

"Hh… hhh… hhhh… hha…"

She simply opens her mouth and lets out her sorrow.

Ah... how pitiful. The elf unknowingly mutters, "How pitiful."

She didn’t want to be abandoned. Desperately, she spits out lies, covering up her hope with deception.

Yet, Yohō was withering before her eyes. Her only hope was dying, unable to stand any longer, fading into misery.

The elf’s words "Why would he come back now? He abandoned us." shattered Yohō’s heart mercilessly.

"Uaaa… Haa…"

She feels despair. Yohō’s last hope is crushed.

Yohō’s reasoning was sound, but the elf denied her reasoning.

"Don’t you see... it’s still there... tell me it’s there..."

Yohō begs the elf. She stops scratching the floor and grabs the elf’s porcelain-like white skin.

"No... Captain. He’s... here, right? Please... tell me it’s true… I’ll do anything..."

Even as tears and saliva drip down, Yohō desperately pleads for the elf to deny the truth.

"He’s... here, isn’t he...? He must be... it’s supposed to be... he must be..."

Yohō’s voice rises. Her plea becomes a desperate cry. Tears dry as they flow down her cheek. She swallows her own fluids, straightening her body, holding onto the elf’s shoulder.

Crack.

Her grip tightens as though trying to break it. Her eyes still staring downward.

"He hasn’t come back... he disappeared... without a word, he left us... he’s supposed to come back... if he’s gone, he’s supposed to return... to comfort us... no, to comfort me... right? That’s what’s supposed to happen... isn’t it?"

Yohō’s hands become more frantic, claws extending, and a bluish glow shines in her pupils.

"Agree with me... agree... agree... agree...!! You must agree... hurry... nod your head...!!!"

"...."

The elf remained silent. It was as if she was seeing her past self. She couldn’t deny it any further, nor could she agree.

No, she knew that even if she spoke, Yohō wouldn’t listen, so she could say nothing.

"Why aren’t you speaking? Is my request ridiculous? Or... are you lying...?"

Yohō shakes her head. Weakly, she sways and begins to cry.

"Ha ha. Yeah... that’s it? You’re lying, aren’t you? It’s a lie... right?"

Yohō’s eyes tremble, darting back and forth. Her sense of direction is lost, her body wracked with uncertainty.

"He’s not gone. The captain is here...!! I’m right, aren’t I? He’s here...!!"

Her eyes are dead. It’s as though she’s being sucked into darkness, fading into obscurity.

"Hey—speak quickly... tell me, the captain is here, right? I was right, right?"

The elf remains silent. Once again, Yohō desperately begs her, raising her voice with urgency.

Again.

Again.

Again.

She repeats it, her voice rising each time, her plea more desperate.

Yet, nothing changes.

Rather, as the elf avoids her gaze, Yohō clings to her even more desperately.

Again.

Again.

Again.

Perhaps she had been at it for several minutes. Every time the elf’s reaction led her astray, Yohō’s heart sank deeper into despair.

The hope Yohō had held onto was now dead, and everything was beginning to crumble.

**Emptiness.**

Everything felt transient, as if it were all meaningless, and Yohō’s eyes grew cold.

Again.

Again.

As Yohō clung to hope, her spirit dropped lower. Her body had become a shell, completely paralyzed.

Everything in her was breaking apart, crumbling away.

Again...?

Yohō didn’t move. She did nothing.

After a long while, Yohō had shouted and pleaded, but still nothing changed.

"...."

"...."

The debate that had gone on for tens of minutes, with Yohō speaking and no one listening, ended in silence. The quiet lingered.

With the cold night air, silence fell between the two women.

Yohō had lost her strength. The elf seemed to be growing tired as well.

Well, if she saw the face of her master, perhaps she would feel better soon.

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"...."

Only silence filled the space.

Neither spoke.

Not even a breath was heard.

It was quiet. No, it was more like an emptiness.

And so, the elf had won.

In the end, her former ally had fallen apart.

The defeated Yohō, not knowing the truth, bent her body and took heavy steps.

She walked again and again, slowly, toward her departure.

She didn’t say goodbye.

"Goodbye."

Only the victor, with a victorious smile, waved her hand.

At that moment—

"Elena. Come inside now. What have you been doing, standing outside the door all this time?"

A very familiar voice reached Yohō’s ear. It was a voice she knew well, a voice that made her long for it.

Yawning, Keyal appeared behind Elena, placing his hand on her shoulder.

"By the way, I think I heard something…"

The elf remained silent. No...

"Elena...? Are you okay?"

"Ah... Master?"

She closed her mouth, sensing something, her pupils trembling.

Her narrowed eyes slowly moved toward Yohō, who had a white fur-covered beastkin form.

Very

cautiously. Slowly.

"…"

Yohō stops walking. Her ears perk up.

"Elena...?"

She heard Keyal's voice. Keyal strengthens his grip.

"Master."

The elf, frightened, turns her gaze to her master.

"Yes?"

"I... I think I'm screwed...?"

That was the last word the elf muttered as she saw Yohō charging towards her, her claws raised.