Zavian finally revealed the bitter truth—that the "Hidden Spy" was none other than someone close to Sheyaan.
But Sheyaan's mind went numb. She couldn't understand who that 'someone' could be.
"Manglong? Jucy? Or Fangxi… the one who always makes me laugh and stands by me in every sorrow?"
Sheyaan stood there silently, her gaze lowered, questioning herself. Her heart refused to accept this reality.
As she kept thinking, the dam in her eyes broke, and tears began to fall rapidly. Losing all strength, she sank down to the ground.
Crying, she lifted her tear-filled eyes toward Zavian and asked in a trembling voice,
"di...did he really try to kill me? Did he actually.. want to take my life?"
When Zavian saw her like this, the hardened part of him melted. Without saying a word, he sat beside her and gently pulled her into his chest.
Silently, he stroked her head, as if trying to tell her that she was no longer alone.
Sheyaan tightly clutched Zavian's coat with her soft hands. Through her tears, she asked him a question that could melt anyone's heart:
"Wha...what should I do? How do I...I..keep myself happy? Whenever I start to feel a little peace… a storm comes and... destroys my entire world."
As Sheyaan said all this, her sobs coming in uncontrollable waves--refusing to stop no matter how hand she tried.
Zavian gently pulled her slightly away from himself and cupped her tear-soaked face in both his hands.
In a cold yet soft voice, Zavian said,
"Don't worry... as long as I'm with you, I won't let anything happen to you."
Saying this, he slowly wiped away her tears.
But then, Sheyaan looked straight into Zavian's eyes with her reddened eyes and asked with a broken heart, her words filling the air with pain:
"What's the point... of saving me? In the end... you'll kill me..too, won't you...?"
Those words pierced straight through Zavian's heart. It felt as if his breath got stuck in his chest. For the first time, he felt something strange within himself.
He—Zavian, the "Ruthless King Demon," who always made others suffer to get what he wanted—was now the one suffering because of an innocent girl's words.
The moment the question left Sheyaan lips-- a strange chill crept into the airlt wasn't justvcold...it felt unsettling.
She tried to stand up, but the demon inside Zavian had already awakened.
In a sudden move, he grabbed her hand and threw her onto the lush green grass of the park.
Before Sheyaan could recover, Zavian was over her with full intensity.
He gripped her hand so tightly that the marks of his fingers began to appear on her soft skin. Gritting his teeth, he growled in a predatory tone:
"How dare you.. say something like that...?"
Zavian tightened his grip even more. Sheyaan was in severe pain; tears streamed down her eyes, and a painful scream escaped her lips—
"Aaaah...!!"
But Zavian seemed consumed by rage. Continuing, near her ear with clenched teeth and an even stronger grip, he said:
"If I... ever hear those words from your mouth again... I will... rip your tongue out! Understood...?"
His terrifying words forced Sheyaan into deep fear. She trembled uncontrollably.
Zavian was so lost in his anger that he didn't even realize how much pain he was causing his "innocent life."
Crying and stuttering, Sheyaan said in a helpless voice,
ple...please... let go of my hand... it hurts..."
Hearing her trembling voice, Zavian suddenly snapped out of it, as if waking from a deep sleep.
He immediately released her hand and stepped back...
As soon as Zavian pulled his hand back, blood suddenly rushed through Sheyaan's hand—the same blood that had been restricted due to his tight, numb grip.
Her entire hand had turned bluish, and the deep marks of his fingers were clearly visible on it.
Those marks were not just on her skin, but also on her trust.
Without making any sound, Sheyaan slowly tried to get up from the ground. She cast a painful glance at Zavian—one filled with both complaint and fear.
Holding her aching hand with the other, she walked away without saying a word. Her silence was screaming her pain.
Watching her walk away with such a broken heart, Zavian let out a deep, heavy breath.
For the first time, regret appeared on his face—something impossible for a "Demon King." It was as if he was silently cursing himself for his mistake.
To suppress the storm inside him, he rolled his neck around and then started walking straight after Sheyaan.
He couldn't leave her alone in this condition.
Sheyaan had left the car and was walking away on foot. She just wanted to get away—from that place and from the person
who had saved her from death, yet given her unbearable pain. Seeing this, Zavian's restlessness grew.
A flicker of panic crossed Zavian's eyes. From behind he called out to her--
"Don't you want to go home...?"
His voice was low...but it carried an urgency he couldn't hide.
But Sheyaan was in no mood to listen to anyone. She completely ignored Zavian and continued walking alone on the road.
She kept wiping her flowing tears, yet her path still seemed blurred.
Zavian grew angry at her behavior. He quickly moved ahead and blocked her path, standing in front of her like a wall.
Looking straight into her eyes, he said firmly:
"Sheyaan!! Get in the car. It's very late, we.. should go home."
But Sheyaan ignored him once again. She didn't even look at him and was about to walk past him when Zavian lost his patience.
In a sudden move, he grabbed the same hand of hers that still had the fresh marks of his tight grip.
A painful scream escaped Sheyaan's lips—
"Aaaaah...!!"
She looked at Zavian with furious eyes and shouted loudly,
"Can't you see?!"
Seeing Sheyaan shout so loudly, Zavian froze for a moment. He immediately released her hand, but his anger.
had not calmed down yet. In a heavy and threatening voice, he said:
"Sheyaan... I told you... get in the car! Don't make me...angry!"
Looking straight into Zavian's eyes without any fear, Sheyaan said,
"I don't want to go... with you!"
Saying this, she turned away and quickly walked ahead. Zavian, already angry, grew even more irritated at her stubbornness.
Taking a deep breath, he said in a flat and harsh tone:
"Fine... go alone! I'm leaving."
With that, Zavian angrily opened his car door and got inside. He started the engine and drove away without wasting a single moment.
Sheyaan, who had thought Zavian would stop and convince her, felt a sudden wave of panic as she saw him leave so quickly.
He was now far out of her sight. The entire road was deserted, and Sheyaan was left completely alone.
She looked around fearfully. The darkness was deepening, and the silence made her heart race faster.
Zavian had driven quite far, but suddenly, he slammed the brakes and stopped the car.
A mysterious and victorious smirk appeared on his lips. Stepping out of the car, he called out a name with full force on the deserted road:
"AZRHAEL...!!"
The moment that name echoed in the air, a strange vibration spread across the silent road. In the very next instant.
cutting through the darkness... a tall figure, draped in red clothes, appeared!
He looked extremely mysterious. Bowing immediately in front of Zavian, he said in a deep and firm voice:
"King Zavian... tell me, what is your command?"
There was a strange smirk on Zavian's face, and his voice was no longer as soft as before; he spoke in a demonic tone:
"A naive girl is coming from.. behind... and you know what to do with her..., don't you?"
Azrhael immediately understood the meaning of Zavian's words. In a deep and dangerous voice, he replied,
"I understand... now grant me permission to leave."
Zavian silently nodded in agreement. The very next moment, Azrhael turned into thick black smoke and disappeared, as if he had never existed.
Zavian was left alone there. Calmly, he took out his phone from his pocket and stood leaning against the back of his car.
With a dark and dangerous smile, he muttered:
"Sheyaan!!
Zavian's voice turned low, carrying a dangerous calm.
"You are.. really very stubborn.
A faint smirk touched his lips.
" for that...you'll be punished." just ten (10) minutes."