His body vanished.

It wasn't a run. It was an explosion of movement. One second he was knelt over Kaida naked on the bed, the next, a gust of wind slammed into the room, rattling the window frames.

Whoosh!

He materialized in the hallway, as if skipping the living room and arriving within the guest quarters.

He was standing beside Mira, who was sitting on the edge of bed.

'!'

She flinched violently, her shoulders jerking up as the displacement of air hit her. She was clearly trembling even before he arrived due to worry for that young woman.

"Husband—" she started, her voice shaking.

She looked up, her eyes widening as she took in his appearance.

Viktor was stark naked. His muscles were taut, veins popping along his arms and neck due to tension. His chest heaved with controlled rage. But he didn't care about his nudity.

His eyes were locked on the bed.

On the neatly made covers, the robe Mira had given Bella was folded with precision.

And on top of it, a small, white letter.

Viktor's hand clenched at his side. His cock, which had been standing firm and proud only minutes ago, slowly softened, retreating as the blood rushed to his muscles, fueling the fight-or-flight response.

"Mira," Viktor growled, his voice low and dangerous. "Go take care of Toby, he might he alone"

He didn't wait for an answer. He moved, snatching the letter up.

He blinked, focusing on the handwriting. It was neat, shaky, but legible.

{ Young Lord,

I don't deserve the care I have been given in this place. Especially since I am a slave who was meant to harm Lady Helena. I am happy to be given your mercy, but since it's already too much that I know I cannot return the debt of yours, I am leaving. Please do not look for me. I am a danger to your household.

— Bella }

As he read the last line, Viktor's jaw clenched so hard a vein throbbed against his temple.

The paper crumpled in his fist, the sound loud in the silent room.

Clear, unadulterated anger flared in his chest.

'y-you fool—!'

Not at her. But at the sheer stupidity of her self-sacrifice. At the world that made her think she was disposable.

Mira watched him, terrified.

She saw his back muscles ripple, his entire body stiffening like a statue about to shatter.

'How could she... do this...'

"It was my fault," she stammered, standing up and reaching out a hand recalking how she teied to set up Bella desires by letting her an hour ago to see him. "I had sent her to check on you... she must have seen you lying over Kaida—"

But it all back fired.

Rather than feeling arousal or taking it as a challenge, Bella, already in a depleted state from her guilt, simply left the manor.

"No, It's my fault, I should have claimed her first." Viktor relaised, he was too soft on Bella.

If he knew she would consider herself a victim for all the misery caused to her, he would have treated her as one.

He would have given her the realization that if she was the victim, then she better be only his, not her own mind.

He moved.

He didn't walk. He sprinted, a blur of motion. His hand snatched a towel from a nearby chair, whipping it around his waist in a single fluid motion as he barreled toward the exit.

"Husband, where—!" Mira screamed, her voice desperate.

SLAM!

The front door exploded outward, splintering on its hinges as Viktor tore into the night moonlight before he yelled as exited the manor.

"Rusty, DRAGON FORM NOW!"

The front door exploded outward, splintering on its hinges as Viktor tore into the night moonlight, his bare feet hitting the cold grass.

His voice boomed across the manor grounds, cutting through the peaceful night like a blade.

"Kyuu~~ kyuu~~ kyuhh!!"

The sound came from the garden—high-pitched, panicked squeaking.

Near the flower beds, a purple slime about the size of a large dog was positioned over a smaller pink slime, its gelatinous body rippling with unmistakable intent.

The purple slime was mid-bounce, clearly in the middle of what could only be described as a very enthusiastic mating attempt.

"Kyuuuhhh?!"

Rusty's form froze mid-pounce.

The purple slime's body quivered, caught between the primal instinct to continue and the ingrained obedience to its master's call.

Then it fell.

Plop.

Rusty hit the ground in a puddle of purple goo, separating from the pink slime who squeaked indignantly and bounced away into the bushes.

But Rusty didn't stay down.

The purple mass began to expand.

And expand.

And expand.

The gelatinous body bubbled and churned, growing from dog-sized to horse-sized in seconds. The purple color deepened, shifting to darker violet as the form stretched upward and outward.

WHOOOOSH!

Wings erupted from the sides—massive, translucent membranes that caught the moonlight and shimmered like stained glass. The neck elongated, thick and powerful, crowned by a head that was all predatory angles and razor-sharp teeth.

Legs—four of them—slammed into the ground, each the width of tree trunks. Claws dug furrows into the earth.

Within five seconds, Rusty had transformed from a horny slime into a dragon the size of the entire manor.

The creature's body still retained that bubbly, gelatinous quality—purple scales that seemed to flow and shift like liquid armor. But there was nothing cute about it now.

This was a predator.

Viktor didn't hesitate.

[Cavalry Master - ACTIVATED]

The ability surged through him like lightning. His connection to Rusty—already strong from their bond—became absolute. Every rideable creature within his influence became extensions of his will.

He leaped.

His bare feet left the ground as he launched himself upward, towel flapping. His hand found purchase on Rusty's scaled neck, fingers digging into the flexible surface as he hauled himself onto the dragon's back.

He landed in a crouch, thighs gripping the massive neck, his jaw clenched so tight his teeth ached.

"Find Bella."

The command was simple. Direct.

Rusty understood.

GRAAAAAAHHHHHRRRRRR!!!

The roar that erupted from Rusty's throat wasn't just sound.

It was force.

The noise exploded outward in a shockwave that rattled windows across the entire countryside. The ground beneath them trembled violently, cracks spider-webbing through the packed earth.

Trees swayed. Leaves shook free and rained down like confetti.

Every animal within miles froze.

Birds fell silent mid-chirp.

Deer collapsed where they stood, legs locked.

Even insects stopped buzzing.

The predator cry—the kind that evolution had hardwired into every living thing as a signal to stop moving or die—washed over the landscape like a tidal wave.

Everything paralyzed.

Everything except Viktor.

His eyes blazed with determination, his grip tightening on Rusty's neck as the dragon's massive head swiveled, nostrils flaring.

Rusty was already tracking.

He had already marked her once as a prey.

The dragon's head snapped toward the northwest.

There.

Dense forest. Dark canopy. Perfect for someone trying to disappear.

Rusty moved.

Not a walk. Not a run.

A storm.

The dragon's wings beat once—a sound like thunder—and they were airborne for a heartbeat before crashing back down, using the wings for balance as it sprinted on all fours.

The ground blurred beneath them.

Trees became streaks of brown and green.

The wind screamed past Viktor's ears, tearing at his hair and skin. The towel around his waist whipped violently but somehow stayed tied.

He didn't care.

His eyes were locked forward, his mind a singular point of focus.

'I WILL NOT LET YOUR STUBBORNNESS GET YOU HURT AGAIN. YOU MORON!!'

His thoughts roared louder than Rusty's cry.

'YOU.ARE.MINE!'

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