Talent Awakening: Draconic Overlord Of The Apocalypse

Chapter 392 My Lord, My Everything

Miyu practically yanked Mar'Garet from attraction to attraction, her enthusiasm was unstoppable as she dragged the dragon general through the amusement park.

From shooting galleries to ring tosses, from bumper cars to haunted houses, Miyu tackled each activity with limitless energy, while Mar'Garet followed obediently, her usual stoic demeanor occasionally breaking into small smiles at Miyu's antics.

The rest of the group trailed behind, watching with amusement. Axel and Blitz chatted amongst themselves, while Anzo continued to argue with Beatrice about another contest.

As Miyu lined up a shot at a carnival game, she turned her head toward Mar'Garet.

"So, tell me, Mar'Garet, why are you so... Attracted to my brother?"

Mar'Garet tilted her head slightly, as if surprised by the question, then answered with pride.

"Because I love him more than anything else in this world."

Miyu faltered mid-shot, sending the ball flying way off target. She huffed in frustration before trying again.

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"Yeah, yeah, I got that part, but why? What exactly do you like about him?"

A dreamy expression took over Mar'Garet's face as she clasped her hands together. "Where do I even begin?"

And then she launched into a full-on monologue.

"It all started millions of years ago—"

"Millions?!" Miyu almost dropped the ball again.

The heck… is she making up a story? Miyu silently wondered.

Mar'Garet nodded. "Yes, millions. Back then, I was nothing more than another youngling in my clan. You see, the way we were raised was… different. Ruthless. Brutal."

Miyu's grip on the ball tightened slightly. She wasn't sure what she had expected, but the way Mar'Garet's voice shifted, the way her expression darkened, made her uneasy.

"In my clan, there was no such thing as love. It did not exist—not in the way you humans speak of it," Mar'Garet paused, then continued.

"All that mattered was our usefulness to the Overlord. We were tools, weapons meant to grow strong or be discarded. The weak were never given a second chance. We were thrown into endless trials—battles against monsters, against each other. I lost many of my brothers and sisters to those trials. One by one, they perished, and yet the tests never stopped."

Miyu swallowed, her heart clenching at the image. "That's… awful."

Mar'Garet's lips curled into a bitter smile. "At the time, it was all I knew. I questioned the purpose of it all. Why were we forced to suffer? What was the point of such a life? Even if I survived, to what end? There was no joy, no kindness, only the endless demand for strength."

She paused, her gaze distant, as if reliving those painful memories. Then, something shifted in her expression—a look of warmth.

"And then, I met my darling," she said, her voice filled with something… indescribable. But it was certainly joy—a sense of purpose, perhaps even bliss.

"It was after one of the trials. I was broken, exhausted, certain that nothing in this world held meaning. And then I was summoned, along with many others, to meet the Overlord, with word that he wanted to take someone in. I took the chance—at the time, all I wanted was anything to escape the hellish life I led. And when I stood in the castle that day, there he stood before me… my lord, my everything."

"He picked me!"

"He did not see me as a tool. He did not demand my usefulness or cast me aside as the others did. He… taught me. He guided me. For the first time, someone spoke to me with patience, with care. He did not need to, yet he did. And slowly, I came to realize that perhaps… all of it was worth it."

Miyu stared at her, caught between awe and confusion. "You're saying all that suffering, all that madness… was worth it just because you met my brother?"

Mar'Garet nodded without hesitation. "Yes. Because in him, I found purpose beyond mere survival. He gave me something I never had before—something I never even thought to desire."

"He made it clear he needed me."

"And that meant a lot to me."

Miyu exhaled, shaking her head. "That's a lot to take in."

Mar'Garet chuckled softly. "I imagine it is."

"So you see… my darling, my lord, is my reason for existence—he took me under his wing. He taught me so many new things. He was not just my master but my guide, my beacon."

Miyu glanced at her skeptically. "Uh-huh…"

Mar'Garet's eyes glowed as she blushed. "At first, I admired him, respected him. But then… then, I found myself fascinated. The way he speaks—his voice, so steady and commanding, yet gentle when he wishes it to be. The way he laughs—a rare, precious sound that I would give my life to hear more often. The way his eyes gleam in the heat of battle, the sheer confidence in his stance, the absolute authority in his every move…"

Miyu blinked. "Uh—"

"And the little things," Mar'Garet continued, her voice taking on a dreamlike tone, both hands cupping her cheeks. "The face he makes when he's deep in thought, the way his fingers drum against his arm when he's bored, the way he sleeps—so still, so peaceful, as if the troubles of the world couldn't disturb him. I've spent entire nights simply watching him, ensuring he rests well, making sure no harm comes to him."

Miyu, who had just taken another shot at the game, froze mid-motion. "Wait, wait, wait. You watch him sleep?"

"Of course," Mar'Garet said. "A proper wife must always stand guard over her beloved."

Miyu opened her mouth, then closed it. She looked at Mar'Garet, then at the game, then back at Mar'Garet.

"Isn't that a little… too much? You sound so—"

"Obsessed?" Mar'Garet finished for her, her lips curling into a soft smile. "Yes, I am. I proudly am."

Miyu exhaled. "Okay, wow. You really don't hold back."

Mar'Garet only smiled wider.

Then, a thought occurred to Miyu, and she frowned slightly. "Wait a second… at first, I thought you were just making up a story, but you sound too honest… The expressions you made and all that… But I'm finding it hard to believe because you said 'millions of years ago,' yet my brother is only twenty."

Mar'Garet turned her head slightly, gazing at Miyu with quiet amusement. "Hasn't he told you yet, my lady?"

Miyu narrowed her eyes. "Told me what?"

Mar'Garet stepped closer, lowering her voice slightly. "My darling… this is not the first life he has lived. And likely, it is not even his second or third."