Chapter 63- Wait for me

Chapter 63- Wait for me

Ceaser had his eyes on Clara the day he saw her during the teacher's training period where he was one of the supervisors.

He couldn't forget the woman who shone the brightest in the class and always had a radiant smile on her face. The way she smiled...gave birth to something in his heart.

That was...the urge of possession.

Clara is like a little flower who doesn't know the darkness of this world. She sways with the gentle breeze but has never faced the harshness of a windstorm. She has seen only the good in this world that's why she wouldn't be able to withstand the evil.

That's why...she needs to be tamed before she could get hurt. And that role was something Ceaser had taken upon himself.

He wanted Clara to be obedient to him. She can smile at others but her mind should always be occupied with him. She can talk to others but her sincere words should always be limited to him. She has to become his possession. And that was something Ceaser had decided the first day he saw her.

However, he didn't have a good reputation among his peers and despite having a noble background, he couldn't just grab the woman and tell her who she belonged to.

That's why Ceaser decided to be patient with his approach. He slowly made her accustomed to his presence and tried to help her time after time to let her know that there was only him on whom she could rely.

However, along the path after the students enrolled, she started to act strange. She started to seem somehow engaged in something...like she was searching for something....someone.

It irked him.

What could she, the one he desires, desire for? All she needed was him, right?

Then why is it that the woman has become close to one of the brats who doesn't even know how to wipe his ass properly? That snot doesn't have any background and is parentless...and Clara is giving him the attention that Ceaser wanted?

Isn't this specifically asking him to just kill that son of a bitch?!

However, Ceaser was merciful and through someone who always remains full of herself, Ceaser thrashed Logan.

But now what? Why did Clara seem so troubled? Does she know about the incident and was worried about Logan? It can't be. It can't be, right? It can't be...

"Professor Ceaser?" Before he realised it, he was standing before Clara who was the only person remaining in the staff room.

His eyes were darkened which made Clara frown—however, before she could call out again, her hair was harshly yanked,

"Ahhh! What are you doing?!" Clara held his hand and tried to push him away, but his hold on her hair was extremely stiff. Her long nails made deep cuts on his hand but it didn't stop Ceaser from pulling the woman out of the chair and throwing her to the ground.

*Dhak*

Clara groaned in pain, as she felt a stinging sensation in her waist, however, she took advantage and tried to take out the weapon she had prepared for this kind of situation.

"It's futile." As those words left Ceaser's lips, the surroundings began to turn dark like they were transported to another dimension.

Clara looked around with widened eyes as she felt a chill running down her spine.

In his domain, no one could have entered without letting him know. There was no exception to it even if they possess aura or not. Then how come...

"You...you serve the Princess....the fallen nobility Kyle," Ceaser uttered those words as he slowly tried to get up without removing his foot from Clara—making her wince in pain.

Kyle frowned seeing that before he made things easier for the bespectacled bastard.

"Urgh! Let me go!!!" Ceaser struggled as suddenly Kyle took hold of his throat and picked the teacher up—removing the pressure from Clara's foot.

Ceaser clawed and scratched Kyle's hand but to no avail. The air from his lungs started to become scarce and his breathing was no longer processing.

Ceaser gritted his teeth and summoned a knife in his left hand before pushing it towards Kyle—only to realise something extremely grave.

"Huh?" For a moment Ceaser forgot about the pain as he found the knife phasing through Kyle and the attempt to murder him failed instantly.

In his domain, Kyle didn't exist for Ceaser. However,

"Ughhu!!" As he was thrown to the ground brutally, Ceaser realized that for Kyle, everything in this domain existed.

Kyle ignored the man for now and advanced toward the dazed Clara who was staring at him mindlessly. However, her tears never stopped.

He crouched down beside her, before taking the pouch connected to her waist.

In it, there were numerous potions but Kyle was able to distinguish between the others and the healing potions.

"Just four eh..." Looking at the vials Kyle sighed.

Lifting the lid of one, he told Clara, "Open your mouth."

Clara did but just as he was about to feed her, Ceaser shouted,

"Don't touch her!"

Kyle clicked his tongue and turned his gaze at the man.

Kyle's eyes burned with a murderous fury, a chilling desire to kill that eclipsed any anger he had ever known. The raw, primal bloodlust that coursed through his veins and consumed his mind urged every fibre of his being to rise and butcher the man in the most gruesome manner imaginable. The intensity of his rage was so palpable it seemed to darken the very air around him, a terrifying promise of violence waiting to be unleashed.

Raising the three remaining vials of potions Kyle told the man, "Until these potions can support your life, I am going to torture you. You will beg for death every single minute once I begin but don't worry, death would only arrive after you finish these potions."

With darkness enveloping his very being, Kyle stated, "So just be a good dog and stay put until I come back for you. Understand?"

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A/N:- He's a weak man, to be honest, and only a weak man could ever hurt a woman.

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