I'm Not Your Husband, You Evil Dragon!-Chapter 47: "The Price of Bullet"

[ Yuuta's POV]

BAM!

Huh...?

What... just happened?

Why is the sky spinning?

I don't feel pain—just this strange, hollow thump in my chest. Like someone shoved me hard, and now the world's on a tilt. Everything slows down, like time decided to take a break.

I try to move, but my body isn't listening. My legs give way beneath me, and the concrete rises up to meet me with a cold, merciless thud.

There's something warm pooling beneath me.

Sticky.

I blink, and my hand reaches out on instinct—trembling, slick with red.

Blood.

Mine.

"Sam..." My voice barely comes out, a rasp scratched raw by panic.

I see him—his face going pale, eyes wide—as he sprints toward me.

And then—

BAM!

Another shot.

It punches into his chest, right side.

He jerks backward like a puppet with cut strings and collapses beside me. A red stain spreads beneath him, growing, soaking into the dirt.

"No..." I whisper, barely breathing. "Sam...?"

The world erupts.

Screams.

Footsteps.

Doors slamming.

Students scatter like startled birds. The

Field empties in a matter of seconds, leaving only a few behind, Elena, and the two of us bleeding on the ground.

Shapes blur.

Sound fades in and out like a broken speaker.

And then, finally—

Pain.

Real, unbearable pain. It tears through my shoulder and chest like molten glass. I choke on a breath that doesn't come. The air is thick. It feels like I'm drowning in it.

Tears blur the edges of my vision.

I don't want to die. Not here. Not in front of—

"Elena..."

She's there.

My daughter.

Frozen in place. Eyes wide. Lips trembling.

"Papa...?"

She runs to me. Kneels. Her tiny hands grip my blood-soaked shirt.

"Papa, please! Say something! Don't close your eyes!"

I want to speak. I want to lie and tell her I'm okay, that this is just a game, that I'll get up in a minute. But my lips won't move.

All I can do is stare at her—my beautiful girl, tears running down her cheeks—as the world spins darker.

And then—

I see her.

Erza.

Charging across the courtyard, a blur of red and steel. Her eyes lock onto me—and in that moment, I've never seen her look so... afraid.

Not angry. Not annoyed.

Terrified.

"YUUTA!!"

Her voice crashes through the chaos like thunder. Sharp. Desperate.

Behind her, Sister Mary follows, clutching Elena's name like a prayer.

I try to lift my hand.

Blood slips from my fingers.

Please... just reach me...

Then, something glints.

Far off. A rooftop.

A shape.

A gun.

A second too late, I realize what's coming.

BAM.

I see it this time.

The bullet cuts through the air like fate itself, headed straight for my head. It moves in slow motion, spinning like a coin tossed by Death.

I don't scream.

I don't flinch.

I just... close my eyes.

I'm sorry.

Elena. Erza. I'm sorry.

And then—

CLANG.

Not silence.

Not oblivion.

A sound like steel striking steel splits the air.

I open my eyes, blinking through blood and smoke.

She's there.

Erza.

Standing over me.

Her arm outstretched. Her hand trembling.

In her palm...

The bullet.

Caught between her fingers.

The bullet crumpled like paper between her fingers.

Just like that—flattened, useless. As if it had never posed a threat at all.

Erza stood there, unmoving. Her hand trembled slightly, not from pain—but from restrained fury.

Her eyes... they weren't human anymore.

They glowed—a piercing, golden-white light swirling with rage, like twin stars burning with divine wrath. Her gaze dropped to meet mine.

I was still lying there, bleeding, my shirt soaked and sticky. Each breath came weaker than the last.

But it wasn't the blood that ignited her fury.

It was my eyes.

The fear in them.

The helplessness.

Her jaw clenched, and the ground beneath her feet cracked from the pressure of her aura.

She turned—slowly—toward the distant rooftop.

The shooter was still up there.

And they had no idea what they'd just awakened.

Erza inhaled—deep and slow. But this wasn't a breath for calm.

It was primal.

It was instinct.

It was the breath of a predator before it strikes.

Then—

She roared.

A thunderous, ear-splitting roar tore through the sky. It wasn't just sound—it was power.

A sound ripped from her throat that wasn't human—wasn't even close. It was vast. Violent. Shattering.

A dragon's roar.

The kind that could freeze blood in its veins and make mountains tremble.

It cracked the sky.

Windows exploded. Car alarms wailed. Students nearby collapsed, clutching their heads or fainting outright. Even Mary had to throw up a barrier around Elena and us to keep us safe.

Power flooded the air.

Her aura—hidden until now—erupted like a tidal wave, rolling out in invisible bursts. Gravity twisted around her. The wind howled in circles, drawn into the eye of her fury.

Wings burst forth from her back—massive, ethereal things, gleaming white edged with glistening silver, like living blades of moonlight. Her hair lifted in the whirlwind, glowing with static.

Twin horns spiraled out from her head—elegant, deadly.

She crouched, feet scraping into the stone beneath her like talons digging in.

She wasn't just angry.

She was done hiding.

This wasn't Erza the teasing one.

This was Erza of the Dragonkin.

And in the blink of an eye—

She was gone.

[Scene: Rooftop – Sniper Girl's POV]

What...?

No.

No, no, no.

That didn't just happen.

She didn't just catch it.

That was a custom-made AWM sniper round—tungsten core, 15mm. Built to punch through military-grade armor.

Nobody's supposed to even see it, let alone stop it.

My hands were still gripping the scope, trembling. I didn't even have time to reload.

I blinked.

She was gone.

Gone from the Field.

Then—

BOOM.

The rooftop beneath me exploded.

Not cracked.

Exploded.

I was launched backward, slammed into the rooftop wall like a ragdoll. My gun skittered away, lost in the rubble.

Everything spun.

I coughed, choking on the dust, barely able to sit up.

Debris rained around me, the air thick with smoke and ruin.

And then the dust began to clear.

And I saw her.

Not a woman.

A creature. ...No A monster.!

She wasn't human.

She wasn't even close.

She was Death, cloaked in flesh.

Standing before me in the swirling dust, framed by the crumbling rooftop edge and crackling air, she wasn't a target.

She was the end.

Her eyes locked on mine. Not angry. Not vengeful.

Empty.

Like staring into the void between stars.

Every instinct I had screamed—run, run, get off this roof, hide, vanish.

But my limbs were stone.

Then—

"Do you have any last wish?"

She whispered it softly. Almost kindly.

Like a lullaby sung by a mother to a child who'd never wake up again.

My breath hitched. The words didn't register at first. Then they did—and a new kind of fear dug its claws into me.

That wasn't a question.

That was a death sentence.

My mouth opened, no words came out. My legs trembled.

I panicked.

Survival kicked in, feral and blind. I lunged—grabbed the knife from my boot and slashed at her face, aiming for the eye.

Crack.

I froze mid-strike.

The blade snapped clean in half the instant it touched her skin.

It didn't even leave a mark.

Her cheek remained smooth. Untouched. Cold as marble.

No... no, this isn't real.

I stumbled back, the broken knife slipping from my fingers.

She didn't flinch. Didn't even seem curious. Just tilted her head slightly, the way a biologist might study a rat moments before injecting poison into its heart.

"You... you're not human..." I whispered. I didn't even recognize my voice. It sounded far away, thin, childish.

I dropped to all fours.

Didn't care.

Didn't think.

Just run.

Scrambling across the gravel, knees scraping, palms bleeding, I crawled toward the ledge like a cornered animal, desperate for any way out.

Then—

SNAP.

Pain tore through my legs.

I collapsed face-first, screaming, flailing.

I tried to move—couldn't.

Looked down—

Ice.

Thick, jagged frost had exploded up from the rooftop, encasing my legs. It cut into my skin, fusing with bone. Blood spilled out in thin rivulets down frozen grooves

"No! No no no, please—PLEASE!"

Tears burst from my eyes. I didn't care if it looked weak. I didn't care about anything but surviving.

My legs were encased in jagged frost, spreading upward, digging into muscle and bone.

"No—no, please! Don't do this! I didn't want to—I was following orders!"

I was sobbing now, my face filthy with blood and tears.

"I HAVE A Brother—he's waiting for me—I just wanted out—I didn't mean to—!"

I sobbed until I choked.

The pain wasn't just in my body anymore—it was everywhere.

She didn't speak.

She just kept walking toward me. Slow. Silent.

Her shadow crept over my broken body.

Then her boot came down.

CRACK.

My leg—my real, flesh-and-bone leg—shattered beneath the ice. The sound of it echoed across the rooftop, sharp as gunfire.

I screamed.

Not words.

Not even human.

Just pain.

Agonizing, primal pain.

I tried to crawl again, dragging my ruined body with trembling arms, leaving a trail of blood and tears behind me.

It didn't matter.

A hand like iron closed around my throat and lifted me clean off the ground.

My lungs wheezed. My vision blurred. I kicked uselessly.

"Please—stop—don't kill me—I'm sorry—I'm sorry I even EXISTED—!"

Still nothing.

She didn't blink. Didn't move.

She just watched me unravel.

Then—ice. Again.

Crawling up my torso. Wrapping around my ribs. Locking down my arms, my chest, my spine.

Until only my head remained free.

I couldn't move. Couldn't scream. I could barely breathe.

I was a statue. A corpse waiting to be shattered.

The wind howled.

Then she flared her wings—massive and white with tips of steel—and took off, dragging me into the sky.

The rooftop shrank. The people below were ants.

We soared higher.

And I dangled there, helpless, frozen, sobbing, barely conscious.

"Do I... get a last wish?" I choked out.

She paused.

Something flickered across her face.

A smile.

Not kind.

Predatory.

Like a demon hearing its favorite deal spoken aloud.

"Very well," she said.

"Speak it."

I didn't hesitate.

"Destroy them. The ones who made me. The ones who trained me like a dog and broke me like a toy."

"Burn Black Viper to the ground."

She nodded.

"Wish granted."

And then—

She let go.

[The Fall – A Gentle End]

I was falling.

"At first, I was scared—I couldn't open my eyes.

But slowly, I forced them open... and what I saw was the most beautiful scenery of my life. In that moment,

it didn't feel like dying at all."

It felt like... floating.

Like slipping into a dream I'd forgotten long ago.

The wind cradled me.

The clouds parted for me.

And the city—cold, cruel, unknowingly distant—sparkled beneath like a bed of stars.

So far away.

So beautiful.

Tears traced the edge of my cheeks, carried off by the wind before they could truly fall.

"I don't want to die... but maybe... I deserve this."

I am afraid it will be painfully, I am scared.

I wasn't a soldier.

I wasn't a villain.

Just a broken girl who walked the wrong path for too long.

Why didn't I listen to my little brother?

Why did I think that killing strangers for envelopes full of cash would build a future?

I saw my brother's face. That last time we hugged.

I remembered how he cried when I left.

How I told him I'd come back rich.

I lied. I lied to him. I lied to myself.

Time slowed.

Slower.

As if the universe—cold and pitiless—decided to give me one last kindness.

A few seconds.

A final breath of clarity.

And so I dreamed...

What if I'd never signed that contract?

What if I'd run instead?

I saw myself in a crummy apartment. Peeling walls. A sink that never stopped dripping.

Instant noodles boiling over while someone I loved laughed from the couch.

A child in my lap, sticky fingers on my face, asking questions that didn't matter.

And my brother, sprawled on the floor with a game controller, pretending to lose.

I could almost feel it.

Warmth. Safety. That stupid kind of happiness no assassin is allowed to have.

What a beautiful, stupid, impossible dream.

Laughing over burnt rice and silly cartoons.

I imagined a child—mine—running barefoot across the floor.

A family I never had... but maybe could've.

I smiled.

Even through the tears... I smiled.

"Thank you, Goddess... for ending it. For setting me free."

Hope God forgive me. Let me enter in heaven. Tear, last tear of my life.

The ground approached like a whisper, not a roar.

And as I neared the end, I wasn't afraid.

Then My body Hit the ground.

Shattered like glass.

I am glad it's not that painfully.

There was no scream.

No pain.

Just stillness.

Like drifting into sleep beneath a warm blanket.

Impact.

And yet... no violence.

Only silence.

Only light.

My body scattered like stardust. I can see my body part flying form impact.

My blood shimmered in the sun like morning dew.

I didn't look like a killer anymore.

Just... a girl.

Sleeping.

"I'm sorry, little brother... I hope you live. I hope you find your sunlight."

My final breath left not as a cry—but as a blessing.

And then—

There was peace.

Soft. Warm. Endless.

Not darkness.

Just freedom.

To be continued...