One-Shot Transmigration: Sorry I'm Here To Ruin Your Happy Ever After-Chapter 129: Home was him

"For yourself," Kaizar cut in quietly.

His voice wasn’t loud.

It didn’t need to be.

The hall went dead still.

Seraphine let out a wild, trembling laugh, backing away as if cornered by ghosts. "You— you think you’ve won? You think any of this ends here? I will not be dragged out like some criminal— I am a noble woman!"

"Not anymore," the magistrate said coldly.

Guards moved.

Seraphine flinched back so violently she nearly tripped.

"Don’t touch me!" she screeched, stumbling away from their reach. "I WON’T GO! I WON’T—"

Her voice cracked into a ragged, broken wail.

"You can’t kill me... please... please, I’m— I’m Seraphine Arven... I’m— I... I didn’t do anything wrong..."

No one looked at her with sympathy.

Not the nobles.

Not the court officials.

Not even Radomir.

Especially not Radomir.

His jaw clenched, gaze bored, irritated—

as if this pathetic display was beneath his attention.

Seraphine’s knees gave out, crashing to the floor.

Her sobs echoed through the hall, frantic and uneven.

In that moment, stripped bare of beauty, pride, and power—

she truly looked small.

The guards seized her arms.

She tried one last desperate twist, one last shriek of denial—

"NO— I REFUSE— LET ME GO! LET ME GO!"

They dragged her out.

Her screams followed her through the corridor, fading only when the heavy doors slammed shut behind her.

Silence.

The entire hall exhaled at once.

Meical’s hands trembled, chest rising and falling unevenly. He tried to breathe, but a month of grief, fear, and longing crashed over him all at once.

Min‑jae turned.

For the first time that day...

He allowed himself a real smile.

Soft.

Warm.

Alive.

Meical’s throat tightened painfully. His eyes burned.

Kaizar was safe.

His name was cleared.

And the woman who destroyed their peace... was gone.

The magistrate straightened his parchment, trying to reclaim the last threads of dignity in the shaken hall.

"This court is adjourned. Kaizar Amagi is freed of all charges.."

For a second, Min-jae froze.

It was finally over?

No.

It was almost over.

Seraphine was going to get beheaded but they also needed to take care of Radomir.

But at least one immediate threat was gone.

He headed a sigh of relief, he was happy. He was really happy.

Min-jae turned to see Yura and Robert smiling at him as well as all the other eye witnesses.

It swarmed their hearts, to know justice has prevailed in the end.

Min-jae turned to search for Meical, who was already walking towards him.

He gave him a big smile as he spread his arms.

He has won the war, time to celebrate it with his husband.

"I’m back home and I’m not leaving again.."

Meical smiled, pulling Min-jae into his embrace. Hugging him gently.

"How I’ve missed you my darling. You did well today, I was blown away by how you handled the situation. You are remarkable, truly.."

Min-jae’s arms wrapped around Meical tightly, as if anchoring himself after a month of storms and uncertainty. He could feel the steady warmth of Meical’s body against his own, and the tension that had coiled inside him for thirty days began to unravel.

"I missed you too," Min-jae whispered, voice rough with emotion. "Every day... I thought of you. I thought... I might never see you again."

Meical pressed his forehead to Min-jae’s, eyes glistening, lips trembling slightly. "You don’t know how long I waited... every night, hoping, praying that you were alive. That you would come back to me."

Min-jae chuckled softly, a sound mingled with relief and disbelief. "I told you... I’ll always come back. For you."

Meical cupped Min-jae’s face in his hands, thumb brushing over the stubble at his jawline. "I know. And now... now you’re here.. And we can finally... breathe again."

Min-jae leaned into the touch, closing his eyes, letting himself soak in the moment, the love, the relief. "Nothing will take us apart again," he murmured.

"And I’ll hold you to that," Meical replied, voice firm but gentle. He kissed Min-jae’s temple softly, then pulled back just enough to look into his eyes. "You’ve fought so much, for yourself... for me. For us. I can’t even begin to tell you how proud I am."

Min-jae smiled, the weight of the last month lifting with each heartbeat. "It was a thorn in our lives. She had to be removed, if we want to live freely.."

They held each other there, in the middle of the emptied, echoing hall, the chaos of the trial and the downfall of Seraphine fading into nothing. For the first time in weeks, there was only warmth, safety, and the quiet, unshakable joy of being together.

Min-jae finally whispered, a small, contented sigh against Meical’s shoulder: "I’m back. And I’m never leaving."

Meical tightened his embrace, closing his eyes, letting the simple truth sink deep into both their hearts: home isn’t a place.

Home was him.

Min‑jae turned to Meical with a soft smile. "There’s someone I want you to meet," he said, gesturing toward the young woman standing quietly nearby.

Meical’s eyes followed his gesture. "And who might this be?" he asked, curiosity softening his voice.

"This is my sister... Georgiana," Min‑jae said, using the formal name as the court required.

Georgiana stepped forward, giving a polite bow. "It’s an honor to meet you, sir," she said, her voice steady.

Meical inclined his head with a gentle smile. "The honor is mine. I’ve heard much about you.." he said warmly.

Min‑jae watched the exchange, his chest swelling with relief. For the first time in weeks, he could feel the tension of the trial melting away. Justice had been served. He was free. And now, they could all go home.

Min‑jae reached for Meical’s hand, intertwining their fingers as they stepped toward the exit.

The courtroom, once tense with accusations and whispers, seemed almost hushed in the wake of Seraphine’s downfall.

For a moment, he allowed himself to savor the freedom, the warmth of Meical’s hand in his, the quiet pride in his eyes.

As they passed the rows of nobles and officials, Min‑jae’s gaze flicked to the far end of the hall. There, standing tall and cold, was Radomir.

Min‑jae’s lips curved into a small, sharp smile. He raised a hand subtly and drew a finger across his own throat, a silent, unmistakable message: you’re finished.

Radomir’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of unease passing across his face, but he said nothing.

Min‑jae turned back to Meical, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. "Let’s go home.." he whispered.