(Yuuta:- POV)

"What do you mean by that, Erza?" I asked, my voice trembling as confusion tangled in my chest.

Erza exhaled slowly. There was a tired look in her eyes, like someone who already knew the storm that was about to come.

"Listen carefully, Yuuta. I don't know how or when it happened, but Allen's current master… is you."

For a second, I just stared at her. Then I laughed, awkward and nervous. "Erza, stop joking. Please. I've had enough of this demon calling me 'Master' already. You don't have to mess with me too."

But Erza didn't even blink. Her gaze was steady—too steady.

"I wish I was joking," she said quietly. "But demons can't lie when it comes to contracts. If Allen calls you his master and he is your servant, then he's bound to you. That's a truth no demon can twist."

My smile vanished. The words crawled under my skin like ice.

"My servant?" I repeated, my throat tightening. "You mean… I'm his current master now?"

The thought alone made my stomach twist. Him—the same creature who had painted his hands with blood, who had stood over me like death itself. And I, someone who couldn't even crush an insect without guilt, was supposed to command that?

"Erza, you're wrong," I said quickly, searching her face for some sign that this was just another cruel misunderstanding. "There has to be a mistake. Tell me there is."

But she said nothing. Her silence was answer enough.

Then, from the depths of my memory, a name surfaced like a whisper.

"Aaron," I muttered. "Allen said his master was Aaron. His… current master."

Erza's expression softened, a flicker of pity clouding her eyes. "Yuuta…"

But Allen spoke first. He lowered his head. "My master Aaron is dead. When his contract was destroyed, the enternal bond was guided to the new vessel. That vessel… became you My eternal Master."

I felt the ground tilt beneath me. "That's impossible. I never signed anything! You never showed me a contract—especially not when you were torturing me—"

The moment the word torture left my mouth, Erza froze.

Her expression changed—completely.

"...Torture?" she repeated slowly, her voice turning sharp, cold enough to chill the air. "What do you mean by torture, Yuuta?"

Her tone sliced through the silence like a blade. My breath caught in my throat. The air between us grew heavy—too heavy to breathe.

And I realized, too late, that I had just said something she was never meant to hear.

"I mean torch, Erza. Torch, not torture," I said quickly, forcing out a nervous laugh. "Crazy, right? They sound so damn similar—it's easy to mix up."

The laugh was fake. I could hear it myself, brittle and hollow.

But I needed it.

Because if she knew… if she really knew what happened down there in Cave, she'd never forgive herself. Even thinking about it made my spine go cold.

But Erza's eyes didn't soften. Not an inch.

They were sharp, cutting through every flimsy lie I tried to hide behind.

"Do you think you're talking to Elena?" she asked, voice like polished steel. "Just because I look like her that's doesn't mean I'm a child you can fool easily."

"I didn't mean that," I said quietly, swallowing hard.

Her gaze darkened, her tone dropping lower. "Then tell me the truth."

There was frost in her voice now—real, tangible frost. I could almost feel it creeping down my neck.

"I was afraid to ask before," she continued. "I thought bringing up the cave incidnet might reopen wounds that should've stayed closed."

She took a step closer, shadows of guilt and fury crossing her face. "But you…" She paused, her eyes narrowing. "You had the audacity to hide it from me. To act like nothing ever happened."

My chest tightened, each breath suddenly heavier than the last.

"For a while," she said softly, "I thought you'd forgotten. That maybe the pain erased those memories. So I didn't push you thinking it might reopen cursed Sealed memory."

Her hands curled into trembling fists. "But you do remember, don't you?"

"Erza…" I murmured, taking a step back. "What are you talking about? 'Reopen memory'? What cursed memory?"

"Don't change the subject, Mortal," she snapped.

The air around her seemed to thrum with magic—low, dangerous.

Her violet eyes burned, not just with anger, but something rawer. Hurt.

"When I found you in that broken state in cave," she said, voice quivering with emotion she could barely contain, "it was him, wasn't it?"

I froze.

"It was Allen who did that to you…" Her voice trembled, the fury breaking into grief.

"Wasn't it, Yuuta.. TELL ME..?"

Silence..

"Yes," I said at last, my voice barely a whisper.

"Yes it was him, who did that to me.. " I said finally admitting. Erza didn't stasify her eye was telling me to tell her, All forgotten incident clearly without hiding so I did once I began… the words wouldn't stop.

The memories came pouring out like floodwater.

I told her everything — how Allen dragged me into that nightmare, the stench of blood, the sound of my own breath echoing in the cave; how Xemon's claws tore through my skin; how I screamed until my throat went raw; and how, somewhere between the pain and the silence, I saw a light flicker before everything went black again.

I told her about Aaron too — the one who found me afterward, how his voice was the last thing I heard before I passed out again.

And finally… how I woke up, broken and finally — to the moment I opened my eyes and saw her.

It took nearly twenty minutes.

Every word I spoke seemed to carve something deep into Erza's silence.

When I finished, the room fell silent.

Erza didn't speak. Didn't even blink.

The only thing that moved was her hand — trembling ever so slightly.

Then her aura stirred. The temperature dropped, the air thickened. Power hummed, low and dangerous, like a storm crawling across the floor.

Her rage wasn't loud. It didn't need to be.

It was the kind of anger that shook quietly — the kind that made you realize how fragile the air in your lungs really was..

I thought she was going to kill him. Allen was kneeling, still and pale, as if even breathing might provoke her wrath

But she didn't strike.

Instead, she turned slowly toward Me and then him, her voice low and sharp as a blade.

"Tell me, Allen," she said, "how did you form a contract with Yuuta when he was barely conscious?"

Her words sliced through the silence like lightning.

I looked at Allen — desperate for an answer, terrified of one.

He knelt in the dust, head bowed, shadows hiding most of his face.

"My mistress," he said softly, "I hide nothing. It's true — I tried to run from my contract. I was tired of temporary masters… tired of being a puppet. So I sought a way to break free. I thought if I used my eternal master's link, I could sever the old bond once and for all and escape myself."

Erza's tone dropped an octave. "But?"

Allen's jaw tightened. "But it didn't go as I planned."

"Then what happened?" I demanded, stepping closer. "Why stop now?"

He didn't look at me this time. His voice turned cold but not betrayal.

"I can't tell you My master."

Erza's aura rippled — heat, light, and fury blending into one.

"You can't tell us?" she repeated, each word vibrating with restrained power.

"You're a Nefarion — a rare race made to serve the unholy — and divine being yet you kneel before a mortal who can't even kill a cockroach!"

"Yeah, exactly!" I blurted. "Wait— hey! Don't make me sound that Pathetic!"

Erza turned her glare on me — sharp enough to kill a god.

"Shut. Up."

Allen's shoulders trembled. "It's true, my mistress," he said softly. "The bond exists, but not because Yuuta created it. Someone else forged it."

"Someone else?" I repeated. The words felt heavy in my mouth.

Erza's eyes darkened. She stepped closer, the air bending slightly around her. "Then tell us who."

Allen stayed silent. His lips moved, but no sound came or it did but I couldn't hear that as it was Mind telepathy.

The quiet stretched thin — a silence so deep it made my ears ring.

Then, finally, Erza exhaled and turned away. Her expression shifted from fury to thought, from warrior to strategist. She began pacing, slow and deliberate, her fingertips pressed to her chin.

"This isn't just magic," she murmured. "If another being interfered with a demon contract… it means divine power was involved."

"Divine?" I echoed, blinking. "You mean like—gods? Like Jesus Christ helping me?"

Before I could finish, Erza's fist came down on my head with a sharp thud.

"Idiot," she muttered.

I winced, rubbing the sore spot. "O-okay, okay! I get it… I should be more serious now."

Her glare lingered for a moment before she sighed, arms folding. She didn't answer immediately. Instead, she stared at the wall, her voice barely a whisper. "No ordinary god would do this. Whoever touched that bond had a purpose."

Her eyes met mine again — violet, calm, and heavy with something I couldn't name.

"I know someone who might help us uncover the truth," she said finally.

"Who?" I asked, half curious, half afraid of what kind of being she meant.

Erza exhaled deeply — the kind of breath that carried centuries of weight.

"Grandpa," she said quietly. "He's lived for over three thousand years. If anyone can trace the origin of this Unholy bond…"

She looked me dead in the eyes.

"It's him."

"So… we're going there, right, Erza?" I asked, glancing at her cautiously.

She didn't hesitate. "Of course. We have no other choice. If we want answers, we'll have to go."

Her tone was calm, determined — like she had already made up her mind hours ago.

"Right… right…" I nodded, trying to sound equally confident, though my voice cracked halfway through. "But, uh… before we leave… we should probably handle that first."

Erza frowned. "Handle what?"

I pointed at the floor. "You know… them."

The room fell silent. Bodies were scattered everywhere — motionless, limbs twisted at odd angles. It looked like the aftermath of a massacre.

Her eyes followed my finger. "...What about them?"

I hesitated. "Well… shouldn't we hide them first? I mean, there's like… at least fifty—no, maybe fifty-six of them? We can't just walk out and leave a pile of corpses behind. Someone's gonna ask questions."

Erza blinked. Once. Twice. Then she stared at me like I'd just confessed to licking doorknobs for fun.

"Yuuta," she said slowly, "they're not dead."

"Eh?"

"They're sleeping."

I looked back down at the so-called "sleeping" agents. None of them were moving. None were breathing — at least not visibly.

"Sleeping?" I repeated. "You sure about that? Because they look, uh… permanently asleep."

Her voice sharpened. "I used a sleep spell, idiot. Check for yourself if you don't believe me."

"Fine, fine…" I muttered, crouching beside one of the bodies. The woman's face looked peaceful — too peaceful. I leaned closer, hesitating for a second, then felt a faint warmth on her breath brush against my cheek.

"Oh," I murmured in surprise. "You're right. She's alive."

"She?"

The air shifted instantly — cold, heavy, suffocating. My spine stiffened as I turned, very slowly, to face Erza.

Her expression was calm. Terrifyingly calm.

"Out of everyone here," she said in a voice that could freeze volcanoes, "you chose to check Fiona first?"

My mouth went dry. "W-wait! That's not what it looks like!"

"Then explain."

"She was just… uh… closest to me!" I blurted out. "That's all! She was literally right there—"

"Yuuta."

The way she said my name made my soul tremble.

"Yeah?" I squeaked.

"You're down for it."

"Wait, hold on—"

Her fist glowed faintly — violet aura crackling around it like lightning trapped in her hand — and then, before I could even breathe, she swung.

"Wait—Erza, let's talk—!"

Too late.

Her punch landed with the grace of an angry goddess and the impact of a meteor.

The next thing I knew, I was staring at the ceiling, a dull ringing in my ears, and stars twinkling that definitely weren't in the sky.

I groaned. "You… really need to work on your anger issues Erza."

Erza's shadow loomed over me. "You really need to work on your brain, Idoit Mortal."

The lights flickered faintly as Erza turned toward the hovering console, her voice slicing through the silence like a blade.

"Monday. Come here."

A soft hum answered her. From above, a sleek silver drone descended, its metallic shell gleaming under the pale ceiling light. The air shimmered faintly around it—too smooth, too silent. Its single blue lens blinked once, focusing sharply on her.

"Yes, Special Commander," came its calm, feminine tone.

"Send a message to Sara," Erza said. "Once she returns from the World Organization meeting, tell her I've gone back home. Leave behind this mess—begin the act."

"Understood, Special Commander. I will inform the Chief and deliver the message."

The drone gave a courteous tilt, then shot upward, vanishing into a hidden ceiling panel with a faint metallic whisper. In a blink, the room was silent again, as though it had never been there.

I blinked at the empty space. "What the—? It just *vanished!*"

Erza didn't even flinch. "Module Drone 67. Stealth class. Equipped with relay and recording systems."

I let out a low whistle. "That's insane. I didn't even know tech like that existed on Earth."

Her tone sharpened. "Let's not waste time talking about it." She brushed a trace of dust from her cloak, movements sharp and efficient. "We're heading home. I need to speak with Grandpa."

"Right, right…" I nodded automatically, then hesitated. "Uh, Erza?"

She turned halfway, one brow lifting in silent irritation. "What is it *this* time?"

"Are you sure we should be bringing that demon with us?" I asked, pointing at Allen, who was still kneeling quietly on the floor. His head was bowed, black and voliet hair falling over his face, like some obedient knight carved out of moonlight. "He's, uh… literally a walking wanted poster. If the Chief or anyone sees him, won't we have the entire Agency breathing down our necks?"

Erza's gaze turned calculating again. "We're not taking him home," she said simply. "He has a role to play."

"Role?" I repeated, unsure if I liked where this was going.

"In this world, he's already marked for execution," she said matter-of-factly. "Sara's sharing that news through the Agency's hologram network as we speak. Allen will remain here—trapped in chains—until the broadcast is complete. After that, his execution will be staged in front of the world."

She looked at Allen, her tone cutting clean and controlled. "He'll act accordingly."

I blinked. "Wait, so… we're faking his death?"

Erza nodded once. "It's the only way to make sure no one suspects you. If the world believes Allen is dead, no one will come looking for him—or for you."

I stared at her for a long moment, then let out a slow exhale. "You really thought this through. The old Erza would've just… you know, burned the building down and called it a day."

Something flickered in her eyes—a tiny spark, there and gone again. "Being around you must be affecting me," she said dryly.

I grinned. "That almost sounded like a compliment."

"It wasn't."

"Yeah, figured."

She ignored me, her attention shifting back to Allen. The air around her grew colder, heavier—the way it always did when she slipped back into her queen's mantle.

"Enough talk," she commanded. "You know what to do."

Allen raised his head. His golden black eyes gleamed faintly beneath the shadows as he bowed, touching one hand to the ground. "Yes, my mistress. Once I complete my role, I shall return to your side—and to my eternal master."

Something about the way he said that last part made my stomach twist.

Eternal Master.

The words lingered in the air, heavy and unsettling — like a curse that refused to fade.

A chill crept up my spine as the meaning sank in. That demon… Allen… wasn't just bound to me for a moment, or a lifetime. No — for all eternity.

The thought alone made my skin crawl.

What kind of bond could tie a human and a demon together forever?

And more importantly—why me?

Only one person might have the answer.

Erza's grandfather.

Whatever this "Eternal Master" thing was… I had a feeling it wasn't something I wanted to hear.

Still, I had no choice but to find out.

To be continued…

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