Blessed By A Yandere Goddess

Chapter 31: Night Arrives

Sarael woke up slowly, the way someone might rise from a very deep ocean. Her shadows stirred first, uncurling from around her body like petals opening to moonlight, then her fingers twitched against the mattress, and then her eyes fluttered open.

Violet, still heart-shaped but now smaller. Still fixed on him before she’d even fully regained consciousness.

"Morning."

"You were watching me?"

"There was nothing else worth looking at."

She sat up, the darkness that usually clothed her still pooled around her waist in a lazy swirl. She didn’t seem to notice or care about her nakedness. Her eyes drifted past him to the wall, and her head tilted.

"What’s that?"

"My survival plan."

Sarael rose from the mattress and walked toward the wall, her bare feet silent against the floorboards. She stopped in front of the carved letters and read them slowly, her lips moving slightly around each word.

STEP ONE: INFORMATION.

STEP TWO: RESOURCES.

STEP THREE: TRUST SARAEL.

She froze.

Her fingers reached out and touched the words, tracing the rough grooves he’d carved into the plaster. When she turned back to him, her eyes were watering.

"Step three," she whispered. "I’m step three."

"You’re the only ally I have."

Ronan shrugged, keeping his voice casual even though the look on her face made his chest feel strange.

"Figured I should write it down. Make it official."

"Official," she repeated, like the word was foreign to her. "You wrote me into your plan. Permanently. On a wall."

"It’s just a wall."

But Sarael wasn’t listening anymore. She launched herself across the room and crashed into his chest, her arms wrapping around his torso with enough force to make his chair skid backward.

"I love you," she said into his collarbone. "I love you, I love you, I love you—"

"Yeah," he said, his hand finding her hair on instinct. "I figured."

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The day passed smoothly. Ronan explained the mission while they waited for nightfall, and Sarael absorbed every word without a single complaint. He tested her patience a few times, rambling about random things completely unrelated to the job, but she paid attention anyway.

To her, everything he said mattered. That was just how she was wired, and honestly, he had some fun messing with her.

They couldn’t go outside during the day anyway. This was their only entertainment.

When Sarael brought up his promise about sex, he convinced her to push it back until after the mission. She pouted but accepted it, which was probably the healthiest response he’d gotten from her so far.

They also discussed the evolution point. The "consultation" requirement turned out to be simple. All he had to do was tell her what he wanted to upgrade. Ronan already knew what he needed.

[Shadow Consume (Lvl: 2)] → Allows two targets at a time.

Ronan closed the system window and leaned back in his chair, letting the weight of the upgrade settle in his mind. Two targets at once. That doubled his flexibility in a fight, doubled his options for scouting, doubled everything that mattered when the world was hunting him.

"Did it work?" Sarael asked, still pressed against his chest.

"Yeah. Two at once now."

"That’s good."

She nuzzled deeper into his collarbone.

"Now you don’t have to choose between inheritance and summoning."

She was right. Back in Tartarus-B, he’d been forced to discard shadows constantly, juggling three slots with only one active summon. Now he could keep the golem’s inheritance active while still having a creature on the field.

That was a game-changer.

Then the hours crawled toward midnight. Ronan spent them memorizing the job details the fixer had sent, going over the guild building’s layout until he could see it with his eyes closed. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

Small-time guild, the fixer had said. Nothing major. A few C-Rank hunters who’d gotten too big for their britches and screwed over a client with deep pockets. They’d taken the client’s sword as collateral over some dispute, refused to return it, and now the client wanted it back quietly.

Ronan’s job was simple. Get in, find the sword, get out. No bodies. No traces. The guild members would be asleep or out on jobs. The building itself had basic security, nothing a man who’d survived Tartarus-B couldn’t handle.

Sarael listened to him mutter the layout under his breath for the better part of an hour. She didn’t interrupt. She just sat on the mattress, watching him with those heart-shaped pupils and occasionally asking if he needed anything.

Water. Food. A shoulder rub. Anything.

He declined the shoulder rub. Barely.

When the clock on his phone ticked past eleven, Ronan stood up and stretched. His muscles were loose, his mind was clear, and the darkness outside the boarded window was thick enough to swim in.

"Time to go." freewebnøvel.coɱ

Sarael rose immediately, her shadows condensing around her body into that familiar dark clothing. The exhaustion from the day before was completely gone. She looked ready to dismantle another flesh golem, or a building, or whatever else stood between him and his objective.

"I’m coming with you."

"Obviously."

Ronan grabbed the phone and tucked it into the pocket of his black pants. He’d raided his own wardrobe before leaving the shack, swapping the hospital rags for something less conspicuous.

Black pants, black hoodie, black mask, dark shades.

The full set.

His skills made him invisible in shadows, sure, but skills could fail. A stray light source, a moment of carelessness, and suddenly his face would be visible to every camera and witness in the area.

The mask was insurance. If something went wrong, the incident would get pinned on some random thief, not the country’s most wanted fugitive.

Better to be anonymous than infamous.

"Sarael, can you teleport us near the building?"

She tilted her head, calculating.

"Two blocks away is easy. I can do that without burning much energy. But if you want the alley right next to it, I can manage that too. It’ll just drain me a lot more."

"You can see that far from here?"

"Mhm."

A pleased smile crossed her face.

"Thanks to you giving me energy."

"Then let’s go for the farther alley, I don’t want to risk tiring you out."