LOGINThe Nightmare Drake lowered its massive head.
For one terrible moment, nobody moved.
Even the horses had gone silent.
Its crimson eyes swept across the road before settling on Elara.
She felt it immediately.
A pressure against her chest.
Not physical.
Something deeper.
As though an invisible hand had reached inside her body and wrapped itself around her heart.
Her silver mark burned.
The five stars surrounding the crescent moon pulsed beneath her skin.
One of them shone brighter than the others.
[First Fate Bond: Awakening.]
Elara stared at the message.
"Who is it?"
The system disappeared.
"Of course."
She almost laughed.
Even now, it refused to explain anything.
"Elara!"
Her father's voice snapped her attention back to reality.
Cedric stood several steps ahead, sword drawn.
The guards had formed a defensive line between the carriage and the beast.
"Stay inside!"
Elara looked at the enormous creature.
She knew what Nightmare Drakes were.
They were not ordinary monsters.
They were ancient magical creatures capable of consuming enormous amounts of mana. Their breath could burn through enchanted steel, and their scales were resistant to most forms of magic.
According to the novel, only an SSS-rank Sentinel could fight one alone.
And even then, victory wasn't guaranteed.
Her father wasn't an SSS Sentinel.
Neither were the guards.
They were going to die.
Elara's stomach twisted.
She couldn't simply sit inside the carriage and watch.
The drake suddenly opened its mouth.
A red glow formed between its teeth.
"DOWN!"
Cedric shouted.
The guards raised their shields.
Fire erupted.
A torrent of crimson flames exploded across the road.
The air became unbearably hot.
Elara felt someone grab her arm and pull her backward.
Her mother.
They fell behind the carriage just as the flames swept over the road.
The shields screamed.
Several guards were thrown backward.
One crashed into a tree.
Another dropped his sword.
"Father!"
Cedric remained standing.
His sword was buried in the ground, and a translucent barrier surrounded him.
But cracks were already spreading across it.
Elara's heart pounded.
Her mother gripped her shoulder.
"Don't go."
"But he'll die."
"Your father knows what he's doing."
Elara looked at the barrier.
It was already failing.
"No, he doesn't."
The words escaped before she could stop them.
She knew.
She knew exactly what would happen.
If the drake attacked again, Cedric would not survive.
She couldn't let another person die because of a story she remembered.
Elara stepped forward.
Her mother grabbed her.
"Elara!"
"I can stop it."
"You don't know what you're doing."
"I do."
She pulled away.
The moment her feet touched the road, the air changed.
The Nightmare Drake froze.
Its enormous head turned toward her.
Elara felt the creature's emotions.
Rage.
Hunger.
Pain.
But beneath all of it was something else.
Fear.
She stopped.
Why would a creature like this be afraid?
The answer came through the bond.
Not words.
A sensation.
Something was hurting it.
Something buried deep inside its spiritual core.
Elara closed her eyes.
She reached toward it.
A wave of silver light flowed from her body.
The guards gasped.
Her hair lifted in the magical wind.
The drake roared.
Elara almost stumbled.
Its spiritual energy crashed against hers like a tidal wave.
For a moment, she couldn't breathe.
Then she saw it.
A black crystal embedded inside the creature's spiritual core.
It pulsed like a second heart.
Corruption.
But this was different from what she had seen in the Moonfang.
This corruption had been placed there deliberately.
Someone had poisoned the drake.
Elara opened her eyes.
"Who did this to you?"
The creature roared.
The answer came through the bond.
A man.
Black clothing.
Silver eyes.
A hand covered in strange markings.
Elara's blood turned cold.
She didn't recognize him.
But the creature had seen him.
Someone was deliberately corrupting magical beasts.
Why?
The drake suddenly lunged.
Elara raised both hands.
Silver light exploded from her palms.
The beast collided with the barrier.
The ground shook.
Elara screamed.
The barrier cracked.
She could feel the creature's spiritual core tearing against hers.
She needed to release it.
But something held her there.
A strange warmth.
Not her own.
Someone else's.
A presence brushed against her soul.
Cold.
Powerful.
Controlled.
For one heartbeat, she felt as though someone was standing directly behind her.
A man's voice whispered inside her mind.
Don't be afraid.
Elara's eyes widened.
She didn't know the voice.
Yet somehow—
It felt familiar.
The warmth spread through her spiritual core.
Her silver light became brighter.
The black crystal inside the drake cracked.
Once.
Twice.
Then shattered.
The Nightmare Drake screamed.
A shockwave swept across the road.
Elara was thrown backward.
Someone caught her.
She landed against a solid chest.
For a moment, she couldn't move.
Then she looked up.
Her father.
Cedric held her tightly.
"Are you insane?"
Elara blinked.
He looked furious.
And terrified.
"I'm sorry."
"Never do that again."
He released her and turned toward the road.
The Nightmare Drake was gone.
Only scorched earth remained.
The guards slowly rose.
Nobody spoke.
Elara looked at her wrist.
The first star was still glowing.
Then a new message appeared.
[First Fate Bond synchronized.]
Her breathing stopped.
[Bond Target: Adrian Valen.]
She stared.
No.
That was impossible.
Adrian was thousands of miles away.
He wasn't supposed to appear anywhere near this part of the story.
Yet at that exact moment, far beyond the northern mountains, inside the fortress of the Northern Duke, a man stood alone beside a window.
Adrian Valen opened his eyes.
Black hair fell across his forehead.
His expression was cold.
He had spent the previous night battling an unfamiliar disturbance inside his spiritual core.
Then, without warning—
It disappeared.
Completely.
For the first time in years, there was silence inside his mind.
Adrian slowly lifted his hand.
A faint silver glow appeared against his palm.
His eyes narrowed.
"Who are you?"
He didn't know why he had asked the question.
He didn't know why he could suddenly feel the presence of someone far away.
But he knew one thing.
Someone had entered his spiritual world.
And he intended to find out who.
Back on the road, Elara remained frozen.
Adrian Valen.
The Northern Duke.
The first male lead.
She had promised herself she would never meet him.
She hadn't.
Not yet.
So why was there already a bond between them?
Her heart sank.
The system appeared again.
[Fate deviation increasing.]
Elara stared at the words.
Another message appeared.
[Warning: The Host's presence has altered the original destiny of the Five.]
Then—
[Estimated survival probability: 37%.]
Elara's face went pale.
"Thirty-seven?"
The system vanished.
She looked toward the distant road.
The Imperial Capital was still two days away.
And already, the story she remembered was beginning to fall apart.
Elara slowly covered the glowing mark on her wrist.
She had wanted nothing more than to survive.
But perhaps survival would no longer be as simple as avoiding the main characters.
Because one of them had already found her.
Even without knowing her name.
And somewhere inside the darkness of the northern kingdom, Adrian Valen had begun searching for the woman who had entered his soul.
Chapter 150: And So, She LivedOn the morning Elara decided that her story had finally become a life, she burned the breakfast.It was not a dramatic disaster.No ancient magic escaped from the stove. No mysterious door appeared in the kitchen. No voice from beyond the boundaries of existence announced that the destruction of breakfast had somehow threatened the balance of the universe.She simply forgot the bread in the pan while listening to Elias explain why the kitchen shelf had become a matter of personal honor.By the time she remembered it, the bread had turned black on one side.Elara stared at it.Elias stared at it.The little house Mira had made sat on the windowsill, its crooked roof catching the morning sunlight.Then Elias said, with the solemnity of a man delivering a final judgment, “I believe we have created charcoal.”Elara covered her face.“Please don't.”“I only wanted to acknowledge your achievement.”“I am going to throw this at you.”“Then I shall acknowledge y
Chapter 149: The Name We Choose for TomorrowThe letter arrived on a morning when nothing unusual happened.Elara considered that a good sign.The sun rose over the eastern hills, the garden needed watering, and the kitchen shelf continued to lean despite Elias's promise that he would repair it properly after breakfast. Somewhere down the road, Ael was arguing with a fruit seller about the meaning of a fair price. Lumi had discovered that dew collected on flower petals and was attempting to gather enough of it to fill a cup.Dawn was helping.Or, more accurately, Dawn was watching Lumi attempt to gather dew while asking questions that made the process considerably slower.“Why does the water stay on the flower?”“Because it is a droplet,” Lumi explained.“Why does it not fall?”“Because it is small.”“Would it fall if it were bigger?”“Probably.”“Can we make it bigger?”Lumi stared at the flower.“I don't know.”Dawn smiled.They had both learned to appreciate those three words.Elar
Chapter 148: The Things We Leave UnfinishedThe first thing Elara discovered about having a nearly finished house was that everyone suddenly had an opinion about how it should be decorated.The second thing she discovered was that nobody respected the word nearly.“The curtains should be blue,” Lumi announced.“Green,” said Dawn.“Neither,” Yun replied from the doorway. “The windows should remain uncovered until we know how much sunlight the room receives.”Ael, who had arrived carrying a bundle of fabric he claimed to have acquired through entirely legitimate means, spread his arms.“You are all thinking too small. We need something magnificent. Something that will make visitors stop in the doorway and understand immediately that they have entered a place of extraordinary importance.”Elara looked up from the wooden shelf Elias was helping her install.“It is a house.”“Exactly. A house with vision.”“A house with curtains, Ael.”“Curtains can have vision.”Elias stopped hammering lo
Chapter 147: The Door That Finally OpenedThe roof survived its first morning.This was considered a victory.It was also, according to Ael, a personal achievement worthy of celebration, although Elara suspected that the roof's survival had more to do with Elias checking every beam twice than with anything Ael had contributed.“You are all overlooking my most important contribution,” Ael declared, standing beneath the newly placed wooden rafters with his hands on his hips.Elara looked up from the basket of nails she was sorting.“What contribution?”“Morale.”Yun, who had returned from the village with a bundle of cloth for the windows, did not even look at him.“If morale means distracting everyone while you nearly fall off a ladder, then yes. Your contribution has been extraordinary.”Ael pointed at her.“This is why I sometimes wonder whether you people appreciate me.”“We do,” Elias said, securing the last beam. “We appreciate you from a safe distance.”Lumi laughed.It had learn
Chapter 146: The House They Chose to BuildThe first problem with building a house was that nobody could agree on where the front door should go.The second problem was Ael.The third problem, which Elara discovered approximately twenty minutes after arriving at the chosen building site, was that the person who had drawn three kitchens into the original plan had apparently taken the rejection of his ideas as a personal insult and decided to demonstrate that one kitchen could be made to work for an entire village.Unfortunately, that demonstration had involved fire.“Elara,” Elias said quietly, standing beside her at the edge of the clearing. “Before you look at the kitchen, I would like you to remember that I love you.”She turned her head slowly.“Why?”“Because I suspect you are about to become very angry.”A cloud of smoke rose behind the unfinished wooden frame.Ael emerged from it carrying a blackened pot in one hand and a wooden spoon in the other. His hair stood in several dire
Chapter 145: The Life She Had Never ChosenElara dreamed that she was standing in a room full of doors.There were doors made of white stone, doors covered in silver patterns, doors that seemed to have been carved from the trunks of ancient trees, and doors so transparent that she could see the worlds waiting behind them.Some were familiar.Behind one, she saw the first village she had ever created. Its little houses stood beneath a golden sky, and the river ran through the center of the settlement exactly as she remembered it.Behind another, she saw the academy where she had hidden her identity, pretending to be an ordinary student while the most dangerous people in the world unknowingly gathered around her.Behind a third, she saw the worlds she had crossed, the people she had met, and the versions of herself she had become along the way.Every door contained a life.Every life contained a choice.And at the end of the room stood a final door.It was smaller than the others, made







