Chapter 42: Adrina’s Talk no Jutsu

Chapter 42: Adrina’s Talk no Jutsu"How...?" Eve began, her voice trembling with uncertainty as she felt the dagger vanish from her hand.

Adrian, ignoring her question, took a cautious step forward. His voice was calm but firm. "Eve, you're not a monster. You're stronger than they've made you believe. True strength isn't just about fighting—it's about making the right choices, even when they're hard."

Eve's eyes narrowed as she ignored his words, focusing instead on the spell she was chanting. The air around her crackled with raw mana, glowing with intensity. Adrian's heart raced, but he forced himself to remain composed.

"Eve, listen to me," he pleaded, stepping back as he watched the fiery glow gather in her hands. "I don't want to fight you. We can find another way. I can help you."

His words seemed to fall on deaf ears as Eve finished her incantation, releasing a burst of flames in his direction. Adrian's reflexes kicked in, and he barely managed to dodge, feeling the heat singe the air as it passed.

"System, is there any way to remove Eve's slave collar?" Adrian asked mentally, his mind racing for a solution. seaʀᴄh thё ηovelFire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"Yes," the system replied, its tone cold and clinical. "But the cost is too high for the current host, who is drowning in poverty."

Adrian gritted his teeth, frustration rising as he sidestepped another attack, this time a bolt of dark energy that scorched the ground where he'd just been. He had to keep moving, dodging while trying to reach the part of Eve that wasn't lost in rage, despair, and helplessness.

"Eve, stop!" Adrian shouted, desperation creeping into his voice. "I know you're doing this for your mother, but killing me won't save her!"

He paused, letting his words sink in before adding, "How many more missions can you complete before you fail one? How long will you let that piece of trash control you?"

Eve's eyes flickered, emotions battling beneath the surface. Hatred and sorrow filled her gaze, but there was a hint of doubt—something Adrian could work with.

Then, an idea struck him. "System, is there any disguise technique available?" he asked quickly, searching for a way to buy time and gain her trust.

"Yes," the system responded. "It will cost 5,000 SP."

Adrian checked his remaining SP—7,500. It was a steep price, but he had no choice. "Do it."

As Eve prepared another spell, Adrian activated the disguise technique. His appearance shimmered, morphing into a figure she would recognize—Darian, the envoy who had tormented her.

Eve hesitated, her eyes widening in confusion. This was the moment Adrian needed.

"Look, Eve," he said, his voice now matching Darian's, "we can use this to our advantage. With this disguise, I can convince your father that Adrian Everhart has fallen for you and is willing to surrender in exchange for your control as a slave owner."

Eve's confusion deepened, but she listened. Adrian continued, outlining his plan.

"I'll pose as Darian and claim that Adrian was smitten with you at first sight, so much so that he's willing to surrender, offering even his mother and sister to Baron Mortimer in exchange for his life."

Adrian knew this plan was risky, but it was also an opportunity to not only save Eve but also to delay the inevitable conflict.

If he could infiltrate Mortimer's castle, he could do significant damage—destroying the storage house, ransacking the armory with his remote collection function, and more. The possibilities were endless, and the potential to hurt Mortimer while rescuing Eve and her mother was too good to pass up.

His voice softened, becoming more reassuring.

"With this disguise, I can gain your father's trust, rescue your mother, and bring her to Everhart territory. By the time the Baron realizes he's been tricked, we'll be out of his reach."

Eve stood still, her mind racing. The flames she had summoned flickered and dimmed as she processed Adrian's—no, Darian's—words.

For so long, she had been trapped, a puppet in her father's cruel game, forced to obey to protect her mother. The idea of freedom, of escaping to a place where they could be safe, was a dream she had long abandoned.

But could she trust him? Could she trust anyone after everything she had endured?

"I don't know if I can believe you," Eve whispered, her voice trembling. "How do I know this isn't another trick? Another way to use me?"

Adrian, still disguised as Darian, took a cautious step closer, his posture open and non-threatening.

"Eve, I understand your doubt. You have every right to be suspicious. But think about it—what do I gain from lying to you? If I wanted to harm you, I wouldn't be standing here talking. I would have attacked already."

Eve's eyes searched his face, looking for any sign of deception. All she found was sincerity, an earnest desire to help her, though she couldn't understand why.

"But… why? Why would you do this for me?"

Adrian's voice softened further, lacing his words with compassion and understanding.

"Because I know what it's like to be trapped, to be forced into a role you never wanted. I don't want that for you, Eve. You deserve to live your life on your own terms, not as a puppet for your father or anyone else."

The more Eve listened, the harder it became to resist. His words were like a lifeline, pulling her out of the darkness she had been lost in for so long. She wanted to believe him, needed to believe that there was still hope.

If Adrian could hear her thoughts, he would know that his increased charm was working. Eve felt herself being drawn into his words, unable to break free from the whirlwind of emotions he had stirred.

She looked away, her thoughts a chaotic storm. The plan was risky, but it offered a chance—a slim, desperate chance—to break free. But even if she agreed, there were so many unknowns. What if they were caught? What if the disguise failed? What if…?

"Eve, I can't promise it will be easy," Adrian continued, sensing her hesitation. "But I can promise that I'll do everything in my power to keep you and your mother safe. We'll get through this together."

Eve closed her eyes, taking a deep breath as she wrestled with the decision. The years of fear, the constant threat hanging over her mother's life, and the weight of her father's control pressed down on her. But beneath it all, there was a small spark—a spark of hope she hadn't felt in a long time.

"Alright," she said finally, her voice barely more than a whisper. "But if you are lying to me…" She let the unspoken threat hang in the air, her tone icy and resolute.

Adrian nodded, fully understanding the gravity of her words. "I won't let you down, Eve. But to ensure neither of us can betray the other, we'll sign a soul contract. It will protect us both and create a bond of trust."

Eve's eyes widened slightly at the mention of a soul contract. It was a powerful magical agreement, binding on a fundamental level, ensuring that neither party could betray the terms without severe consequences.

It was also a gesture of sincerity, showing that Adrian was willing to put himself at risk to gain her trust.

"A soul contract…" Eve murmured, considering the implications. It was a significant step, but perhaps it was what they needed to solidify this fragile alliance.

"If that's what it takes, then let's do it."