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Stop Calling Me "Mate"! I Only Defeated You Once, Not Married You! (Web Novel) - Volume 8, Chapter 77: Execution on the Spot
Volume 8, Chapter 77: Execution on the Spot
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The image within the memory stone ended here.The picture froze on the instant when Cloti reached out, as if to stroke Orion’s cheek.
If she could, how she must have wished to truly touch her again.
But as a descendant of the God of Light, the moment she accepted that mission, she was fated to lose something dear.
Cloti must have long since accepted that.
Orion stood motionless before the memory stone. The green glow it cast shimmered in her blue eyes.
She stared blankly at the figure of her mother, unable to speak for a long time.
Leon and Rosvisser were also deep in thought—each, inevitably, about Cloti.
The two of them exchanged a glance, unable to look away.
Orion still held her teacher close in her heart.
The sky was growing darker and darker. It was already evening; the dying light of the sun could no longer reach this place, and the forest’s visibility was dropping with visible speed.
Orion stepped forward, picked up the memory stone, and carefully tucked it into her pocket.
After a brief silence, she turned, steadied her voice, and said with a small smile,
“Most of the mysteries are solved now. Thank you, all of you, for your help.”
Seeing Orion’s composure return a little, Leon and Rosvisser quietly exhaled in relief.
They knew her type all too well—one of those “three-nothing” girls:
No words, no expression, no outward emotion. Cold toward everything, disinterested in everyone.
But once someone touched the softest place in their heart, their feelings erupted more violently than an ordinary person’s—and far more deeply.
Leon had handled plenty of that with Rosvisser back in the day. That was why he understood Orion so well.
Still, anyone who could stay calm in life-and-death situations, who possessed strength and perspective, was not going to break down here. Not now.
There would be time enough to mourn her teacher after the crisis was over.
For now, the greater picture came first.
“Then let’s head back,” Leon said. “It’s getting late. We’ll see if Constantine has any good news.”
Rosvisser nodded. “All right.”
“Miss Orion, will you come with us to the Red Flame Dragon Clan?” Leon asked.
Orion hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
“All right, I’ll go with you. I won’t report to the city lords—better not draw unnecessary trouble.”
That unnecessary trouble was something they had been warning about for days:
They could not let anyone in the Blazing Sun Clan besides Orion know where the Golden Helm was hidden.
Otherwise it would destroy the fragile alliance between the dragons and the Blazing Sun—and worse, delay the one chance to resolve the crisis.
Leon’s group had no time left to waste. Less than thirty hours remained before the sun of Samael went completely dark; they had to return to the Red Flame Dragon Clan before that.
“Mm. Let’s go.”
“Right.”
The three turned and started toward the edge of the forest.
But the instant they stepped forward, a low, aged voice came from the shadowed brush ahead.
“What do you mean by unnecessary trouble, Orion Pyx?”
“Who’s there?!”
Orion reacted instantly, drawing the sword at her hip.
But when the speaker stepped out of the shadows and his face appeared, Orion’s eyes widened in disbelief.
“C-City Lord... Lord Fuyuan... you— why—”
“How are we here? Ha! You have the gall to ask?”
The old city lord and the City Lord Fuyuan had appeared behind them without a sound.
Even Rosvisser and Orion were stunned—and Leon hadn’t sensed a thing.
How had they done it?
The old city lord leaned on a staff inlaid with a purple gem. He stood beneath the trees facing the three, eyes burning.
“Bringing two outsiders here, unveiling our Blazing Sun Clan’s sacred secret—and when you see your own city lords, you plan to sneak off with them? Do you know what that is, Orion? Treason!”
His voice was hoarse but carried the weight of command; in his eyes burned a fire of fury.
Yet amid Leon’s surprise, something in that fury struck him as off.
He had seen that look before... somewhere.
Where?
“But, City Lord,” Orion argued, voice firm, “my teacher saw, with her dying vision, the key to saving the sun! The hearts of the Blazing Sun Clan aren’t worthy of the Golden Helm—so why not entrust it to someone who is?”
“Utter nonsense!”
The old lord’s roar cut her off.
“If our Blazing Sun people are unworthy, then no one on the entire continent of Samael is! And dragons least of all! Everyone knows dragons are violent, blood-mad beasts—burning, looting, killing wherever they please, abusing the power left by their dragon god Tiamat! You think such monsters could be recognized by the sun’s own relic? Ridiculous!”
Orion stepped forward, voice shaking:
“That’s not true, City Lord! Please, listen—my teacher truly—”
“No need to explain, Orion!” the old lord snapped.
“You are a traitor to your clan—conspiring with outsiders, hiding the sacred artifact, deceitful and unrepentant. By my authority as city lord, I order your execution on the spot!”
He raised his staff and pointed it at her.
“Fuyuan! Do it!”
Fuyuan, silent until now, drew his sword and lunged. The blade shot straight for Orion’s brow.
Instinct told her to block, but the shock was too sudden—her mind lagged behind her body.
Before she could react, the sword point was almost upon her.
Clang!
A blue, scale-armored form flashed between them—Leon.
He shielded Orion with his body. Fuyuan’s blade ricocheted off him, spinning through the air before stabbing into the ground.
“Old lord,” Leon said evenly, “why won’t you hear Orion out?”
He stepped forward, keeping her behind him.
“Or perhaps I should ask—why are you in such a hurry to see her dead? Trying to silence her?”
The old lord’s face tightened. After a pause, he barked back,
“Silver Dragon Prince, how I deal with my own clan is none of your concern. As for you dragons hiding the Golden Helm—we’ll settle that later. But right now, Orion must be executed here and now! Fuyuan!”
Fuyuan snatched his sword from the ground, channeling power. Purple flame coiled along the blade’s edge.
He meant to clash head-on with Leon.
Leon blinked, almost amused—where had this young city lord found the nerve to challenge him?
But a moment later, as he studied him, a colder thought struck: the old one was impossible to reason with... perhaps the younger could be.
Then, abruptly, Leon noticed—Fuyuan’s eyes were vacant, his movements mechanical.
Like... a puppet on strings.
At that same instant, Rosvisser came closer and warned softly:
“Leon—look carefully at Fuyuan’s sword. Doesn’t that power feel familiar?”
Leon focused. His expression hardened.
“...Fragments of a demon sword,” he said quietly.
