The Villainess is my fiance: But she is gentle towards me-Chapter 237 -: Did you miss us, old man?

The moment Duke Sant said the words—

"One Strike."

His blade changed. Magma burst out from the edge of his sword.

Not just fire.

Not just lava.

It was thick, bright, burning magma that flowed like a river from the blade.

The snow around him began to melt at once.

Water turned to steam. White smoke rose into the air and wrapped around him.

The ground hissed.

The air trembled.

"You have pushed me too far," Duke Sant muttered.

His voice was low, but it carried weight.

"I did not think I would need to use my intuition in this fight. But you forced me."

Lava dripped from his sword and fell to the ground. Each drop burned a hole into the earth.

Elena’s copy had been about to rush forward—

But she stopped. Her eyes narrowed slightly. She could feel it.

The pressure. The change. But there was no fear in her eyes.

Only calm. Only cold focus.

Duke Sant took one step forward. Magma fell behind him as he walked.

Slow. Steady.

Each step left a burning mark on the ground.

"I will make sure to get rid of you now," he said.

"Hmph," the copy let out a cold snort. "So what if you kill me now? I am just a copy."

She straightened her back.

"It is not like I cannot appear again."

"As long as my master lives, it does not matter if I die."

She tilted her head slightly.

"And you... the great Duke Kamesh Sant... are using your precious intuition on just a copy?"

A small smile formed on her lips.

"That should be fine, right?"

She rolled her right shoulder slowly, holding it with her left hand, as if loosening her body before a fight.

"What is even more amusing," she continued softly, "is that you were saving this for the clown."

Her eyes grew sharper.

"You let your guard down, Father."

Duke Sant’s face did not change. But his grip on the sword tightened slightly.

"Right now, your beloved grandson is fighting that vicious clown alone."

The air trembled again. From the east.

There were faint vibrations. Duke Sant felt them clearly.

Vivian. And the clown. They were fighting there.

The copy saw the small shift in his eyes.

"Oh... my poor baby," she said in a soft, almost sad voice. "Fighting that monster alone... while his grandfather is here wasting time."

She clicked her tongue.

"Tsk."

"Father... I know I am not the original."

Her voice became softer.

"But think about it."

"How will the real Elena feel... if her beloved son falls here?"

She made a pitiful expression. Her blue eyes looked slightly wet.

"Will she not blame you?"

"Will she not curse you for the rest of your life?"

Duke Sant said nothing. His face was still.

But the smoke around him swirled more violently.

"How would it feel," she continued, her voice shaking just a little, "if your daughter, the one you love so much... looks at you with hatred?"

"If she says... it was your fault?"

She placed her hand over her chest.

"After all... a mother’s love is greater than any love in this world."

"My love for my son cannot be replaced by anyone."

She looked straight into his eyes. "You know that, right... Father?"

The battlefield became quiet. Steam rose. Magma dripped. Far away, the sound of another battle echoed faintly.

Duke Sant stood there, covered in smoke and heat.

"Tsk." He clicked his tongue.

"Do you know the only thing that is similar between you and my daughter?"

The copy leaned forward slightly. Her head tilted. Her blue eyes showed fake curiosity.

"What is it, Father?"

"You both talk too much!" he shouted as he shot up into the air.

The steam around him burst outward. Magma flared brighter on his sword.

"You think my grandson is some normal Grandmaster?"

His voice was no longer calm. It was sharp. Full of pride.

"Ask your master when you get the chance. My grandson beat the life out of him once."

His tone changed. He was clearly irritated now. His patience was gone.

"It is you who should be grateful you were not used against him. He would not have shown even the little hesitation I showed before killing you."

His eyes were fierce.

"And if you think he is at a disadvantage against that clown, then you are wrong."

He took a step forward in the air.

The magma on his blade flowed like a burning river.

"He has five main elements."

"Five."

"More than anyone in the history of mankind."

The copy’s smile faded slightly.

"And his intuition," Duke Sant continued, his voice steady now, full of confidence.

"Once he uses it, that clown will die before he even understands what happened."

He pointed his sword slightly downward.

"And most of all... his Genesis Heart."

For a brief second, even Duke Sant’s eyes showed deep respect.

"Once he uses his Genesis Heart... even I might have trouble facing him."

The air around them felt heavy.

"What is even more frightening," he added, "is that he is only at the early stage of Grandmaster."

A faint, proud smile appeared on his face.

"It is fortunate that I came today to fight you."

"Otherwise... he would have killed both of you by now."

The copy stayed silent for a moment. Duke Sant walked slowly in the air.

Each step left behind heat waves.Magma still burned on his sword, bright and fierce.

"However," he said more quietly, though his voice was firm.

"I know you are only a copy."

"You may not have her true feelings."

"But you carry her memories."

He looked straight at her.

"So I promise you this."

"Your son will not die here."

His voice was steady.

"There is no one here who can match him."

Duke Sant took one step forward.

**BOOM!**

The ground exploded under his feet.

He shot forward like a rocket, leaving a trail of hot magma behind him.

His sword was raised high.

The heat was so strong that the snow melted before he even reached it.

Elena’s copy raised her sword too.

For a short second, a tiny smile appeared on her face.

A small sigh of relief.

"It seems that way, Father..."

**BOOM!**

She kicked the ground and charged forward.

Her body blurred from speed.

The gap between them disappeared in an instant.

"Let us fight with everything, Father!" she shouted as she swung her sword down hard.

"Die!!" Duke Sant roared back.

His blade came down with full power.

**BOOM!**

The two swords crashed together. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

But there was no equal fight.

No long struggle.

No sound of metal scraping metal.

It was completely one-sided.

Her sword shattered like thin glass.

Pieces flew everywhere in the air.

Duke Sant’s blade did not slow down.

It cut straight through her body in one clean strike.

Magma swallowed her whole.

Bright fire burned.

In that moment—

She was gone.

No ashes left.

No clothes.

Nothing at all.

The air turned silent.

Duke Sant slowly pulled his sword back.

His face looked calm.

Cold.

Still.

But inside, he was raging.

Like a volcano ready to explode.

"You made me kill my own daughter with my hands..." he said through tight teeth.

His jaw locked hard.

"If I don’t make you pay for this—"

He started to turn.

Ready to chase that creature.

But—

**CHIK!**

A sharp sound sliced the air.

Something stabbed through his back.

It went right through his chest.

The spear tip burst out from the front.

Blood sprayed out.

Duke Sant’s eyes narrowed.

"Guh—!"

He coughed up a thick mouthful of blood.

The blood ran down and dripped from the spear point.

His breathing became heavy for a second.

Then a cold voice came from behind him.

Mocking.

"Did you miss us, old man?"