Chapter 317: Yandere × Yandere × Yandere

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Ice and the tip of a demonic sword pressed against Leah simultaneously.

This was inevitable.

Three predators with the same prey—three hearts consumed by obsession—could only barely restrain themselves from tearing each other apart.

Logically, they knew that without teamwork, none of them could defeat Shuna and reclaim Will.

The sheer threat of Shuna—this overwhelming final boss—was the only reason they hadn’t already turned on one another.

But…

Could they really resist this chance to brag?

Leah tilted her head, pressing a finger to her lips with a smug smirk—

“Hmm? Did I stutter? Do you need your dear teacher to repeat herself?”

The ice crept higher, nearly reaching her knees.

“Disgusting witch! Eir knows exactly what scent was on him—!”

Every strand of fur on Eir’s tail stood on end, her ears twitching violently.

“Oh? Do tell~ What kind of scent?”

Leah, ever the provocateur, smiled sweetly.

“It—It’s—!”

Eir bit her lip.

She realized Leah was luring her into saying it aloud—just to twist the knife deeper.

“It was my blood’s scent, wasn’t it?”

Leah finished for her, grinning wider.

The moment she did—

Schnikt!

Treya’s blade pressed against her throat.

“You… you injected your blood into him?!”

Treya’s usually calm voice trembled with rage.

She had sensed something unnatural about Will—but she hadn’t guessed this.

“Mhm~ Now he’s just like me… No, just like a real witch~”

“Liar.” Treya’s sword tilted Leah’s chin up. “I see deceit in your aura. Nothing was voluntary.”

“You—You tainted him! Turned him into a monster like you!”

The ice inched higher.

Leah merely closed her eyes.

“A lie? Yes, I lied.”

The fading sunlight cast half her face in shadow.

“I did kidnap him. I did force my blood into him.”

When she opened her eyes again, the crimson glow in her left iris pulsed like a heartbeat.

“But do you know what it feels like?”

Her voice dropped to a whisper.

“When your blood boils for one person… When your magic circuits flare only for him… When you abandon a century’s worth of habits just to match his rhythm?”

“When his absence makes your pulse slow… When your hands grow cold without his touch… When the world stops if he isn’t there?”

“Because he promised—promised to always look at you.”

“But he didn’t understand. So he turned away.”

“So I did what he taught me—

“I told him. With words. With magic. With blood.”

Her voice quickened, matching the frantic rhythm of her heart.

“……”

“……”

Eir’s ice receded.

Treya’s blade lowered slightly.

“As a teacher… I’d give myself a failing grade.”

Leah exhaled.

“But I gained his gift. His kisses. His gaze—the one meant only for me.”

“So let’s go. Kill that woman.”

“Then I’ll take him away—far from humanity. His remaining years will be mine.”

Her hand pressed against her chest, as if envisioning that future already.

“That’s my past… and my future.”

She glanced at the two women before her.

Eir looked away.

Treya exhaled.

“Fine.”

The sword fully retreated.

“Not approval. Just… comprehension.”

“Eir won’t forgive you.”

The ice melted.

“But… this is what Young Master taught in his books.”

They hated admitting it.

But Leah’s words had struck something deep—

Because the “him” she described was the same one they all craved.

The three returned to their seats.

Treya sipped her water calmly—

Only to be met with twin glares of interrogation.

“My turn?”

She set the glass down.

“Will came to me.”

A pause.

“At the palace, after my father’s death. He walked straight into my arms.”

Another pause.

“He swore he’d save me. Love me. So I… let him sleep. Slowly remade him into something better.”

“TELL THE TRUTH!”

“That’s NOT what Eir saw!”

Treya merely lifted her gaze.

“Is it?”