Show Me Your Stats!-Chapter 137

Janus followed Ayra as she busily moved around the city, occasionally throwing up Bad Ending choices, then suddenly started asking these kinds of questions.

"You said you went to the labyrinth when you were a kid. How old were you?"

"I went when I was six."

"Then after that, did you ever return to Solar?"

"Not even once. The labyrinth is at the southernmost end, and Solar’s at the very north. It’s not a place you can just visit on a whim.”

They were walking and chatting idly like that when Janus suddenly fixated on something. Before Ayra could even ask what he was looking at, he abruptly sprang forward.

He grabbed the head of someone walking toward them from the opposite side and snapped their neck with a brutal crack. Blood poured from the gaping mouth twisted at an unnatural angle. It all happened so fast that Ayra didn’t even have time to react.

Even for a dragon, Janus had been playing the role of a “person” fairly well in Solar. He was social enough to have made a few friends and acquaintances. Ayra hadn’t expected him to suddenly attack someone without any warning—she froze.

"Janus..."

She barely managed to speak his name, but her chest tightened and her limbs locked up. As Ayra stood there paralyzed, Janus lunged at another person who was standing frozen in fear.

Screams echoed as citizens fled in terror after witnessing the sudden murder. Only then did Ayra snap out of it and try to cast magic—but she hesitated. Pebble, who had returned to full Janus-monitoring mode now that the lords had left, popped up [Assassin 1], [Assassin 2] above the heads of the people Janus had attacked, albeit a second too late.

Now that she looked, [Assassin 1]—the one with the broken neck—was holding a dagger.

Seeing that, Ayra finally felt the blood return to her limbs.

Janus slammed [Assassin 2]’s head into the wall with a loud bang. He did it again, cracking the skull definitively, then immediately lunged for [Assassin 3]. From the way the space distorted, Ayra realized that the magic Janus had used wasn’t a defensive spell—it was illusion magic. He had cloaked the area in a broad illusion, preventing any more citizens from approaching or even seeing what was happening.

"S-Save... me..."

Before the words could even be finished, [Assassin 3] had a hole punched through their chest by Janus. Killing three humans was child’s play for a dragon.

But Janus didn’t stop at killing the assassins. He tore apart the already-dead bodies, limb from limb. He didn’t even use a weapon. Ayra thought she had a strong stomach from living in the labyrinth, but she still grimaced and turned her head away. It was an act of savage, brutal violence.

"How dare they..."

The sound of flesh ripping and bones shattering pounded in her ears.

"That one... I should’ve killed that one... No one’s allowed to kill them before me."

Thud. Crunch. Rip.

Ayra watched in horror as Janus lost himself in his frenzy, unable to say or do anything. Her face turned pale. She thought back to when she first visited Bolni—how Missio, supposedly Janus’s old friend, had tried to kill her. Back then too, Janus had killed the would-be assassin. But something about this felt entirely different.

"F... Fuck... Keheh..."

A low laugh, twisted in pure joy from the act of slaughter, began to rise. The snow beneath their feet soaked red with blood. Ayra nearly muttered "fucking lunatic" without thinking, but caught herself just in time—and yet, Janus still reacted as if he’d heard it.

That merciless, cold creature rose to his feet and turned around. Ayra held her breath. His face and hands were soaked in blood, now matching the color of his hair. Human blood, unlike that of beasts, didn’t vanish. His crimson eyes, wild with animalistic instinct, turned to Ayra. When he grinned, sharp teeth bared, a series of system messages popped up in front of Ayra’s eyes.

[Janus Rehzedet harbors killing intent toward the user!]

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Drenched in blood and gore, Janus stared unblinking at Ayra. Despite the freezing weather, a cold sweat trickled down her spine.

[Janus Rehzedet harbors killing intent toward the user!]

[Janus Rehzedet harbors killing intent toward the user!]

[Janus Rehzedet harbors killing intent toward the user!]

The system messages and choice prompts went wild, reflecting the chaotic state Janus was in. But Ayra couldn’t do anything. She simply stood there, paralyzed, watching Janus walk toward her. The instant she tried to do anything, she felt like he might rip out her throat.

Dripping blood, Janus reached out his hand. Ayra’s eyes followed the movement of his red-stained fingers as they grabbed hold of her white robe. Srrk, his palm dragged downward, leaving a streak of blood.

Then his blood-reeking hand cupped Ayra’s pale cheek. He playfully pressed her reddened-from-the-cold nose with his thumb, then traced downward to press open her lips. Ayra’s eyes widened. Her heart pounded.

Janus’s blood-smeared face drew closer. There was barely a sheet of paper's distance between their lips now—he seemed just about to kiss her. His breath, hot and metallic, brushed into her parted lips.

"I’ve been thinking for a really long time," he said.

The stench of blood mingled with his warm breath, and yet not a single drop stained Ayra’s face. Janus pressed his lips over Ayra’s and murmured:

"I think you really are my fated one, Ayra."

"...What?"

Ayra blinked blankly, stunned by the whiplash. Just a moment ago he’d been tearing people apart—and now this?

"It’s never ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ happened before, not even once."

Janus’s crimson eyes curled into crescents as he whispered sweetly, emotions bubbling beneath the surface.

"I want to be the only one who ever gets to kill you. And I want you to be the only one who can kill me. I want to swallow you whole and slowly, slowly melt you down over a thousand years..."

Ayra had long suspected that Janus was testing him to see whether he was his mate or not. But still—it was a sudden, violent, and deeply disturbing confession. Ayra’s breath came quicker.

Janus brushed his lips against Ayra’s—just faintly—then tilted his head. He raised the edge of Ayra’s white robe to mouth level. Then he kissed it. A bloody imprint of his lips remained on the robe. It was the strangest kiss Janus had ever given.

He tossed the robe hem aside carelessly and asked:

"Should we head back to the castle? I need to clean up, and you probably need to change."

"Mm, yeah... let’s do that."

Ayra responded calmly on the outside, but internally, her heart was roiling like a storm. A few steps later, he finally remembered that he couldn’t just leave the scene as it was. Fortunately, Hera had arrived nearby, having come running after sensing the citizens’ alarm. The moment Ayra dispelled the illusion magic, Hera drew her sword, glancing around warily. She spotted Janus soaked in blood, and Ayra with splotches of red on her clothing, and gasped.

"My Lord? What in the world happened? Are you injured?"

"Mm, no. I’m perfectly fine... it’s nothing serious."

Ayra said this with a completely disheveled appearance.

"Some assassins jumped out of nowhere. As you can see, though, the scene’s a bit... messy. I’ll keep the illusion spell up for a few hours, so please keep the citizens away. And I’m sorry, but could you also handle the cleanup? I need to get back to the castle."

"...All right. Leave it to me. Don’t worry and go on ahead."

Leaving behind Hera, who looked deeply concerned and kept glancing between Ayra and Janus, Ayra hurried away. Choosing the most secluded paths to avoid being seen by citizens, he thought to himself:

‘Am I really Janus’s mate?’

Even as the favorability score continued to rise, Ayra had kept a tight rein on his hopes, thinking no way, surely not. But after asking himself several times, he had to admit—he felt a pure, unmistakable joy.

At the same time, looking at the dragon still drenched in the blood of his victims, Ayra couldn’t help feeling a little dizzy. Even if they were assassins, watching someone tear humans apart alive was harrowing. In that moment, Ayra had glimpsed something utterly alien—something no human could comprehend.

Just recalling it made her skin crawl—and yet, strangely, it also excited her.

When they reached the castle, Ayra paused briefly. Walking in while still covered in blood would undoubtedly cause someone to faint. With a gesture, she leapt over the castle wall, and Janus followed without hesitation.

But Ayra couldn’t make it straight to the bedroom—because the castle was in uproar. Curious, she climbed the wall to survey the surroundings and saw a crowd gathered near the front gate. What caught her attention was the unmistakable sound of a very troubling conversation.

"...Where’s the lord?"

"First, someone call a healer—he’s bleeding out—"

Alarmed, Ayra rushed toward the source of the commotion. Someone lay on the ground, soaked in blood. A deathly pale hand stuck out from the crowd. Ayra’s heart sank with dread.

"Sir Ginas? What happened? Who’s hurt?"

"My Lord!"

Ginas turned around with relief, only to suck in a breath of fear when he saw Janus standing behind Ayra. As Ayra drew closer, the people gasped and shrank back in terror.

Only then did Ayra catch sight of the injured person’s face—and her eyes widened in shock.

"M-My Lord... please, please spare me... I’m begging you..."

The one crying and pleading for his life, soaked in blood from a grievous wound, was none other than Nilma Argan—who had supposedly left Solar this morning with his father.