Blessed By A Yandere Goddess

Chapter 46: Strategic Teasing and Fanboying

"Master, if I may."

Sebastian walked toward Ronan and Sarael while the other two were still occupied with the wolves. He didn’t even wait for permission before speaking.

He knew he had very little time to deliver the information.

"These two may be investigators—"

"We’ve got all of them. But why didn’t you help out?"

Sebastian immediately fell silent as Tristan’s voice rang out behind him. Static discharge flickered around Tristan’s body, and he looked far from pleased.

"Both of us are mages, and my summon isn’t exactly a battle genius."

Ronan answered smoothly.

"If we jumped in, we’d risk hitting you with our spells, or my summon might accidentally tear into one of you in the chaos."

Ronan answered without hesitation. The excuse came naturally to him after years of handling situations like this, albeit for vastly lower stakes.

And Tristan just... accepted it, surprisingly enough. Even to him and Yeula, the explanation was absurdly simple, yet reasonable enough that they couldn’t easily refute it.

"That—! actually makes sense..."

Tristan immediately lowered his voice.

"Well, now that I know that, how about we repeat the same strategy for a while? You two set up the battlefield, and we’ll finish off the stragglers. That fine?"

Ronan nodded. freewebnσvel.cøm

For a second longer than necessary, the two men simply stared at each other. Both women noticed immediately and cut them off, though for vastly different reasons.

"Dear, you should try looking at me like that sometime."

Sarael wrapped both hands around Ronan’s arm, drawing his attention back to her. She genuinely didn’t care that the two men had been glaring at each other.

Yeula, on the other hand, cared very much.

"Stop being so obviously antagonistic, you idiot!"

"But—"

"What do you mean, but?"

Yeula hissed under her breath.

"Even if he is the culprit, you saw what he can do. Best case, he teleports away, leaving us behind. Worst case, he kills us."

Her voice dropped even lower, but the aggression in it did not fade.

The memory of the dead interviewers from the crime scene still disturbed her. They might not have been on the level of her and Tristan, but they had still been B-Ranks, with some even approaching Low A-Rank.

If Ronan really was the culprit, confronting him now would be suicide.

And they still weren’t even sure he was.

✧ ✦ ✧

The four of them continued in silence, cutting through the remaining monsters with mechanical efficiency. But the further they pushed, the more their stories started to unravel.

Unlike Tristan and Yeula, however, Ronan and Sarael actually had good excuses.

First was magic. Tristan had noticed two encounters ago that neither Sarael nor Ronan had ever used offensive magic themselves—only their summon did.

But Ronan had an answer ready.

"I’m giving my mana to my summon. Its spells are basically my spells."

He said it in a deadpan tone, and Tristan was forced to shut up.

Next was Sarael herself. The fixer had told them in advance that she was powerful, but they hadn’t seen her do anything. Tristan questioned it. Ronan deflected.

"I’m not sure what kind of husband you are, but I don’t want my wife getting tired out fighting weak mobs my summon and you two can handle."

Another solid explanation, though shakier and more biased than the others. But then Ronan had his own questions.

"You know, it’s a funny coincidence. You two fight like A-Ranks, but the fixer told me you’re B-Ranks. Even better, you’ve got the same dynamic as Zappystar."

Tristan and Yeula almost broke character at the mention of their ship name—a label the public had slapped on them after seeing them together on countless missions. A label they absolutely hated and had never expected to hear here, of all places.

"D-Dean, he’s onto us!"

"I know!"

Tristan shut her up and immediately scrambled for an excuse.

"Well... we’re big fans, you know."

"Really? Then it’s fortunate you two found each other while having the same abilities as your idols, along with being just as competent."

Ronan shot back with a grin. Tristan nearly snapped his tongue before Yeula stopped him by pinching his arm.

"W-Well, Haley and I found each other on an online forum, actually. I was looking for people with the same ability as the iconic Yeula and asked if they wanted to match the aesthetic with me..."

Ronan’s eyes genuinely widened. Now that was an excuse he hadn’t expected. But he still wasn’t buying it. He didn’t even bother addressing the competence part of the statement.

"Sounds like an incredible coincidence. I’m guessing you two are a couple as well? Same as Zappystar?"

Ronan twisted the knife with deliberate precision, clearly knowing what he was doing after years of crushing on hunters and idolizing them from afar.

He knew every annoying public headcanon that could make a celebrity hunter squirm.

The question struck a nerve deep in Yeula. She was an idol, for god’s sake. What did he mean, a couple just like Zappystar? She and Tristan weren’t even dating, not in their disguises, not in their real personas.

Was that really how people saw them? And her being an idol definitely didn’t help!

Romance was horrible for her career!

"E-Eh...?"

Tristan cut her off before she could dig the hole any deeper.

"Yeah, so you’re into that whole bandwagon about Sir Tristan and Miss Yeula dating too?" Tristan replied, being surprisingly better at improv than the actual idol beside him.

"Of course. They’re such a good couple!"

Sarael chimed in before Ronan could answer, her voice bright with genuine enthusiasm. She’d been following the conversation with growing interest, and now she was practically beaming.

"I’ve been reading about them on my hubbie’s phone. They fight together, they’re always paired on missions, and the way Sir Tristan looks at Miss Yeula when she’s not paying attention in the fancams—!" freēwebnovel.com

"S-Since when do you read celebrity gossip?"

Ronan turned to her, genuinely caught off guard.

"Well, I wanted to see how hunters who are dating usually act around each other. So I could be a better wife for you."

She said it so matter-of-factly that Ronan had no comeback.

Yeula, meanwhile, looked like she was about to combust. Her face had gone red beneath her star sunglasses, and her grip on her spear had tightened to the point where the metal shaft was creaking.

"T-That’s... that’s just tabloid nonsense."

She managed, her voice strained.

"Sir Tristan and Miss Yeula are just colleagues. Professional colleagues."

"That’s exactly what a secret couple would say, don’t you think?"

Sarael nodded eagerly, and this time, she finally decided to play along with Ronan’s manipulations, albeit only slightly.

"Hubbie said the same thing about us before he finally admitted he found me beautiful."

"Dear—"

"It’s okay, dear. I’m just making conversation."

Tristan cleared his throat loudly, clearly trying to regain control of the situation. The static around his body had intensified, little sparks jumping between his knuckles.

"Anyway," he said, his voice clipped, "we should keep moving. The gate’s core won’t clear itself."

"Agreed."

Ronan’s grin didn’t fade as he gestured for Sebastian to take point again. The summon obeyed immediately, striding ahead into the dim forest path without a word.

Tristan knew they were being suspected. But despite that, they had almost nothing on Ronan, just his wife’s voice and the shadow theme.

That was it.

He hadn’t expected a little casual teasing to pin them down this hard.

’He’s good. Way too fucking good.’