บททั้งหมดของ MAD END'S DECEPTION: บทที่ 291 - บทที่ 300

GILDEONThat afternoon, after his last class was canceled, he felt an urge to swing by Roselia’s place. The witch had returned. He could sense her energy pulsing faintly from the workshop. Confirming it through his dragon sight, he strode straight inside.The smell hit him first—a heady mix of herbs and simmering animal bones that burned the inside of his nose.“I told you to see me the second you returned,” he growled low.Roselia stopped stirring the cauldron and spun to face him. He froze at the sight of her eyes that had turned eerily white.“What happened?” he demanded, the hardness in his voice cracking with worry. Whatever this was, it didn’t look like something magic could simply mend.Roselia’s hand swept across the table, searching until her fingers brushed a chair. She pulled it out and lowered herself onto it with quiet control.“I found other witches abroad,” she said. “We worked together to locate the br

GILDEONHe tried calling Arah several times, but she wasn’t answering.“Damn it, Arah,” he muttered, throwing the phone onto the dashboard and slamming his foot on the gas, pushing the car harder down the road.“How the fuck is there a hunter here?” he growled through gritted teeth. Thoughts of those Earthland sylphs detecting Eitan and Yadira’s arrival flashed through his mind like warning flares.“Witch,” Yadira said from the backseat, “didn’t Caylao Island have enough chaotic energy to make it difficult for them to sense the anomaly?”From the corner of his eye, Gildeon saw Roselia’s lips pursed. She clearly didn’t like the way his lieutenant addressed her.“Well, something big must've drawn their attention,” Roselia replied beside him, a restrained bite in her tone. “These hunters aren’t fools, salamander.”

GILDEONHe didn’t like how the sylph dodged his question. His jaw tensed, ready to press him for an answer, but the blue-haired man beat him to it.“I’ll explain everything once Araheen is safe,” the sylph said, turning his back without waiting for a response.Gildeon felt his lieutenants glance at him, awaiting a command. He didn’t meet their eyes. Without a word, he followed.As they moved through the island’s twisted terrain, time lost all meaning. Minutes blurred. One moment, they were near the town square, and with a blink, they were walking the dirt road that led to their property.“She’s in there,” the sylph said, pointing toward the house ahead.“That’s our home,” Gildeon muttered, narrowing his eyes. He scanned the house with dragon sight, but picked up nothing. No trace of Arah. No trace of the hunter. Just a dead, hollow aura smothering the place.“Every time I try to step past the boundary…” The sylph gestured toward the flickering pulse of energy running along the fence g

GILDEONHis jaw clenched. “Where is she?”The hunter turned slightly, angling his head toward the room behind him. “Inside the Hall of Reckoning,” he said, “where she awaits my judgment.”“You don’t want to do that,” the sylph chimed in, stepping forward.The hunter scoffed, but his gaze narrowed at the sylph. Gildeon couldn’t tell if it was curiosity or amusement. “Do not think I’ve forgotten about you, sylph. You shall be judged too, for deserting Shamibar.”The sylph stayed silent.Gildeon glanced at him, a question lingering. Had he really abandoned his post? There was no time to wonder. Not now.If Arah was inside that room, he had to move fast.He began channeling energy from his core, power humming beneath his hide. Flames curled at the edges of his claws.He shifted forward, ready to lunge. But the hunter’s gaze snapped back to him, and the house groaned beneath them.The pressure hit like

ARAHShe caught Feviel casting discreet glances toward Gildeon before finally speaking.“I can’t say certain things,” he said, “in the presence of the salamanders.”“You bastard,” Yadira snapped. “You swore you would tell us once Arah was safe.” She gritted her teeth. “I knew you sylphs couldn’t be trusted.”Arah blinked, mildly stung by the remark. But she let it pass. Yadira had every reason to be cautious of their kind. Still, it hurt a little to hear it said out loud.“Yadira,” Gildeon called his lieutenant to heel. Then he turned to Arah, his eyes softening slightly as they met hers—a silent question in his gaze, asking what she wanted to do.“I want to talk to Feviel alone,” she said.He narrowed his eyes, and for a second she thought he would insist on staying. But something else seemed to have bothered him. “Feviel?” he murmured, turning his attention to the other sylph. “So you do know him.”