I'm Not Your Husband, You Evil Dragon!-Chapter 51: I Touched the Storm

(Yuuta's POV)

The moment I set foot near the port, something hit me.

Not wind. Not sound.

Pressure.

A suffocating, bone-deep weight that crashed down on me like the sky itself was falling. The air rippled with something unnatural—an aura so vast, so violent, it didn't just warn you to stay away...

It promised death if you didn't.

The ground trembled beneath my feet, like the earth was scared too. I couldn't make sense of it. My chest felt tight, not just from fear—but something more.

Something familiar.

Then—beneath the howling of wind and the distant shrieks of warped metal—I felt it.

A soundless cry.

Not with my ears. Not with my mind.

With my soul.

It was her.

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I didn't need anyone to tell me. My heart knew—beating like a war drum, screaming for me to reach her, to pull her back before it was too late.

I ran.

Through the ice, through the chaos. The cold sliced my skin, snow stung my eyes, but I kept moving. A shipping container crashed inches from me—I dove aside, barely dodging death. My breath burned in my lungs, the cold stealing every bit of warmth from my body. My legs felt like lead.

But I didn't stop.

I couldn't.

Because at the eye of that storm, surrounded by wind and snow and silence, stood Erza.

Her back was to me. Her body perfectly still. Her blade pulsed with a soft glow—one I'd never seen before. Not just magic.

Power.

Unstable. Unforgiving.

Her hair danced wildly in the storm. Her shoulders were tense, fists clenched. She wasn't even shaking.

She looked like a statue of destruction—one wrong word, and the whole world might shatter.

I shouted her name—

But the wind swallowed it whole.

My voice couldn't reach her.

But maybe... my heart could.

I forced myself closer. Every step was a battle. The storm pushed me back, howling like it wanted to rip me apart.

And still—I crawled.

I didn't know how long it took, or how I managed to stand behind her without freezing to death. All I knew was that I was close enough to touch her.

Close enough to remember who she really was.

My arms wrapped around her neck shaking, frostbitten, desperate.

I whispered into her back, breath ragged and broken:

"Erza... please stop."

As I wrapped my arms around her from behind, I didn't know what would happen. I didn't have a plan. No magic. No power. Just... hope.

And for a second, the port stood still.

The blizzard that raged moments ago froze in midair.

The ground, which had been shaking like it was about to split apart, settled.

Her overwhelming aura—dark, suffocating, alive—faded into silence.

She didn't move.

But I felt it.

The tremble in her body.

The hesitation in her breath.

Then—

A quiet exhale.

One she'd been holding for what felt like years.

I rested my forehead against her back, arms still around her. She stood frozen, sword limp in her hand, her breathing uneven.

And then I heard it.

A tiny sound. A whisper of a word, like it had to claw its way out of her throat.

"...Yuuta?"

"Yeah," I said softly. "I'm here."

She reached up with one hand—slowly, like she wasn't sure I was real. Her fingers grazed mine, hesitating at first... then holding on.

Tear fell down on her cheek.

"I thought you were gone..." she whispered.

"They told me you were bleeding out. That I was too late."

Her voice cracked, trembling like glass about to shatter.

"I kept thinking—if I just killed them all, if I wiped them out, maybe We are saved from future threat but I Forget about you."

I slowly turned her to face me.

She didn't resist.

Her violet eyes—always so sharp, so certain—were red and hollow now. Her face was pale. Tired. Her expression somewhere between disbelief and relief... and guilt.

Tears clung to her lashes, falling before she even noticed they were there.

I reached up and gently cupped her face. "You don't have to do this anymore."

She shook her head, lip trembling.

"I left you there..." she said, barely able to speak.

"You were hurting, and I wasn't there. I chose revenge. I abandoned you when you needed me most."

Her voice broke.

"I failed you."

I pulled her into me before she collapsed, and she held on like she was drowning.

Then the sobs came.

Not loud. Not dramatic. But deep—like something buried inside her finally cracked open.

She wept into my chest, shoulders shaking, breath hitching, clinging to me like I was the only real thing left in the world.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, again and again. "I'm so sorry, Yuuta..."

And I held her. Quietly. Firmly. Like I wasn't going anywhere.

"I know," I said, brushing her hair back gently. "But I'm here now. We're okay. I'm not blaming you."

For a long time, we stayed there—two broken pieces trying to fit back together in the stillness of a ruined battlefield.

When the tears finally slowed and her breathing softened, she looked up at me. Her face was streaked with tears, but her eyes... they looked human again. Softer. Sadder. Real.

I smiled.

"Come on," I said. "Let's go home."

There was a beat. A breath.

And then she nodded.

Her voice was small. Barely above a whisper.

"Yeah... let's go home."

And for the first time since it all began...

she smiled.

The ice beneath us feet shimmered, catching the last light of the setting sun. Evening was falling. The battlefield, for all its chaos and destruction, looked... beautiful. Like nothing had just happened.

But everything had changed.

Erza stood beside me—silent, still. The storm was gone, and the world had quieted, but the weight of what had just unfolded still hung in the air.

I looked at her. She wasn't trembling anymore. She wasn't crying.

She was calm. Too calm.

Not cold like before—not vicious or wrathful—but distant. Like she was already somewhere else.

And just as we started to step away—

"Stop."

The voice cracked through the silence.

I froze.

It came from behind us.

Staggering into view was a figure I didn't expect to see again—bloodied, broken, barely standing.

"Stop..." she said again, teeth clenched, blood dripping from her mouth. "She's... a monster."

No. That voice...

She raised her head.

And my stomach dropped.

"Fiona...?"

It didn't make sense.

She looked nothing like the quiet popular girl from class. She was dressed in tactical armor, blade drawn, dirt and blood streaking her face.

But those eyes—I knew those eyes.

Fiona. Phoenix. The girl who never spoke unless called on. The girl I once watched from across the cafeteria, too shy to sit with. The girl I thought was just another ordinary student.

Now standing here like she'd been through a war.

"You can't protect her," she said hoarsely. "You don't know what she is."

My brain was lagging behind, still stuck trying to process everything. My heart beat painfully in my chest, thudding against my ribs like it wanted to get out.

"...What?" I whispered. "You're... Phoenix?"

She nodded slowly. "Special Agent. I've been tracking her for months."

Then, her eyes shifted to Erza.

"She's not human. She's a dragon. She leveled this port. Those people back there?"

She pointed behind me. "They didn't die in crossfire. She slaughtered them."

"Stop..." I muttered, barely able to speak.

"You don't believe me?" Her voice cracked, a mixture of anger and heartbreak. "Then look."

I turned.

And I saw it.

My breath left me like I'd been punched in the gut.

Bodies. Dozens of them.

Some frozen in place, others torn apart like paper. Blood painted the snow. Shattered helmets. Severed limbs.

And heads—God—some of them were still staring, lifeless.

The world tilted. My vision blurred.

My knees gave out.

I hit the ice hard and immediately threw up. The acid burned my throat, but it was nothing compared to the burn in my chest.

Erza rushed behind me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders.

"It's okay... don't look... close your eyes," she whispered, soothing me like a child in a nightmare.

But I couldn't stop looking.

I turned to her.

Her sword was still in her hand. Still wet. The scent of blood clung to her.

And her face...

Blank. Empty. Not a single flicker of remorse.

I recoiled.

My breathing grew rapid—shallow.

Panic.

I was drowning in it.

Fiona's voice cracked through the stillness again, laced with fury and heartbreak.

"See?! Look at her! How calm she is. That's not normal! She could kill you in a second if she wanted to!"

I turned to Erza, my vision swimming.

Her face was expressionless. Her sword still gripped in her hand, slick with blood I hadn't noticed until now.

Her voliet eyes didn't blink. They just stared down at the snow.

My body shivered—not from the cold, but from fear.

My instincts screamed: Run.

My mind echoed: No. It can't be true.

But the image of the port—those bodies—those heads—

It all flooded in, overlapping her gentle whispers.

I stumbled back, slipping slightly on the ice. My breathing turned ragged.

Erza looked at me, finally meeting my eyes.

No words. Just that look.

And for the first time since I met her—

I didn't know who she really was.

Monster.!

To be continue.....

[Credit Scene – Yuuta's Message]

Yuuta:

"Hey guys, it's me—Yuuta.

Yeah... long time no see, right?

I know some of you are probably surprised—or even upset—about what just happened. I don't blame you.

But I want to talk about something important.

A lot of you might be thinking, 'Why didn't Erza just stay with me?'

And honestly... I used to think the same.

But here's the thing—when someone has too much power, they start to see the world differently.

Erza was strong enough to destroy anyone who hurt me.

So when something bad happened, her first reaction wasn't to protect—it was to take revenge.

Not because she's evil... but because that's how powerful beings act.

E.g Wild animals such as, Bear, Elephant, Lion.

Humans are different.

We're not as strong, so our first instinct is to save the people we care about.

Then, if we can, maybe think about revenge later.

That's the big difference.

Both humans and monsters love deeply...

But the way they show that love isn't always the same.

So I hope after hearing this, you won't be too hard on her.

She did what she thought was right... even if it hurt.

Oh, and by the way—thank you for reading this far.

I really appreciate your support.

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