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Chapter 150: So, You Want Me?

The moonlight quietly spilled over the sea, sparkling with flickering silver.

On the beach at night, the only sounds were the whispers of the waves and the wind.

A brown-haired girl walked barefoot through the shallows, holding her strappy high heels, enjoying the gentle caress of the occasional surf, looking unburdened and free.

Roy quietly trailed a short distance behind her, knowing that Leanna wasn’t as calm as she appeared.

She likely called him out to show that she hadn’t given up.

But why did he agree to come out with her?

Was it out of reluctance to refuse her?

Or was he secretly hoping for a completely different ending…

Leanna turned around suddenly, her smile illuminated by a ray of moonlight: “Junior, why the long face? I’m the one who got dumped here, remember?”

“Come on, only a scumbag feels no guilt when dumping someone, right?” Roy forced a laugh.

“Sorry…!”

In a couple of steps, the girl had quietly approached, her delicate finger blocking his words.

“Don’t apologize, at least not now.” Leanna pulled her finger away, resting it on her lips, a determined look in her eyes: “Because tonight’s confession isn’t over yet.”

“Senior…”

“Let me be clear. I’ve chosen you. I want no one but you. I don’t want anyone else.”

Roy’s breath grew heavy.

“I’m not exactly a good dating prospect.”

“You should know, a cultist won’t leave me alone.”

Leanna nodded: “True.”

“But I’ve got demons chasing me too, isn’t that kind of a match made in hell?” She laughed.

Roy’s tone turned serious: “But I’m no longer alone.”

Leanna stepped forward, gazing at him intently: “Am I not good enough compared to them?”

Roy looked away: “It’s not a matter of being good enough…”

But facing the boy’s ambiguous response, the girl’s lips curled into a smile.

Kreya was right.

She certainly wasn’t without a chance.

Otherwise, Roy would have pushed her away without a second thought just like when they first met.

There was indeed a thin line between them.

But it was only that thin line.

Leanna’s voice softened, more tender than the night sea breeze: “I understand your concerns.”

“So, I’m not seeking a title. Even if it’s just to be lovers, or even if it’s a hidden relationship, as long as we can be together, that’s enough.”

“You…” Roy’s eyes widened in surprise.

At this point, he had no excuses left.

Roy had always known he could never say no to this bad woman, but he hadn’t expected her to be willing to go this far.

That witch, who always toyed with others, was now lowering herself to such a level.

No charm, no coercion; her raw sincerity was far more tempting than any tactic.

Roy frowned, his tone becoming serious: “Do you know what you’re doing? This isn’t a topic to joke about.”

Leanna’s eyebrows twitched, but she smiled: “If you still think I’m joking at this point, I might get a little mad.”

“Well then, how about you confirm it yourself?”

Under the drifting sea breeze, as if waiting for a hug, Leanna opened her arms without defense.

“Use your illusion to confirm whether I’m joking or not.”

“…You asked for it.”

Leanna didn’t hesitate: “Go ahead.”

Roy’s heart sank as he activated 【Charm】, projecting Leanna’s deepest desire into an illusion.

Just like last time, the surroundings fell into darkness, and beneath laid a sea of bones, filled with a suffocating loneliness.

At the deepest point of the darkness stood the brown-haired girl, barefoot.

But this time, she didn’t fall into the abyss; instead, she lifted her head, her gaze steady as she stepped toward the darkness.

It was a tough journey. The bones at her feet wouldn’t let her pass, the dark hands from the abyss were relentless, and even the surrounding darkness coalesced into a fog, blocking her way.

But she didn’t care.

All along, her eyes remained fixed on the light at the end of the darkness.

There, a flicker of weak light shone.

Like the only candle flame in a long, dark night.

At the end of the darkness, after her arduous journey, she finally reached it, extending her hand toward that dim but warm flicker—

“!”

The illusion stopped abruptly, startling Roy.

Because the enchanted Leanna couldn’t help but reach her hand toward him.

Just then, a wave crashed in, causing Roy to slip, dragging Leanna down with him as they both landed on the ground, soaking wet.

“Sorry…”

“I told you no need to apologize.”

Leanna’s gaze cleared.

The seawater had messed up her delicate makeup, her hair fell down in disarray, and her wet dress clung to her, looking both disheveled and dramatic. Even her high heels were nowhere to be found.

The girl was slightly a wreck, illuminated by shattered moonlight.

Yet despite this, she never took her eyes off the boy before her.

“You’ve seen it now.”

“I don’t care about the cultists, nor do I care if there are others beside you.”

“I know your struggles; that’s why I’m not asking to be by your side all the time, just for your acceptance.”

“This isn’t a joke; this is my sincere heart.”

Leanna reached out, poised to brush the boy’s cheek, but she stopped just short of his skin.

With a teary smile, the girl sought one last answer: “I’ve laid everything out. Yes, I want you…”

“So, do you want me?”

Roy shut his eyes.

In that fleeting moment, countless memories surged to the forefront of his mind.

He had sensed something all along.

Not just about her, but also about himself.

Perhaps it was the sadness of parting at the auction, or the fragility revealed during a drunken night, or maybe it was the trust that bloomed from sharing life and death moments together; he couldn’t tell when, but the boundaries he once set had blurred.

He had initially intended to hold his ground.

He had that confidence. No matter how aggressively the wicked witch attacked or what tricks she used, he believed he could maintain that distance.

However, Roy never expected that Leanna, the witch, would soften his heart with her true feelings, lifting the veil he tried to ignore.

That boundary had long since faded.

Did he want her?

Wasn’t that already obvious?

Leanna nearly stopped breathing.

Because the dark-haired boy reached out his hand voluntarily, cradling her cheek.

Roy forced a smile, filled with tenderness: “You really are impossible.”

“Not sure if I should call you a bad woman or if I’m the real scumbag here.”

Leanna blinked hard, tears glimmering in her eyes as she smiled: “That just means we’re a match.”

Feeling something, Leanna closed her eyes, cupping Roy’s face, leaning closer, her lips parted softly, surrendering herself to him, silently awaiting the final answer to that question.

At that moment, she had waited too long—

But just then, an explosive sound erupted from afar.

Looking towards the sky where crimson flames burst forth, Roy’s expression shifted dramatically: “That presence is…!”

And as Leanna watched that boy’s gaze turn toward her, overtaken by the scarlet blaze, her expression turned icy and dark within an instant.

 

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