Help! Get Me Out of My Sister's Novel-Chapter 560: ’Azure...Attack...’
It had been a while.
A long while since Heinz had ridden Azure like this—not as a companion, not as a symbol of peace, but as a weapon.
The wind tore through his black hair, sending it whipping wildly behind him as he stood atop the blue dragon’s back.
The air was sharp, cold, but underneath it all lingered something heavier—something he could taste at the back of his throat.
Death.
The scent of it hung thick in the sky, mixing with the smoke of fire and blood.
The battlefield stretched beneath them, littered with shattered rooftops and burning trees, the remnants of what had once been his kingdom’s calm night.
And above it all—facing him—was him.
Charles.
The man smirking at him from the back of the red dragon, his posture infuriatingly casual, his eyes brimming with confidence.
The same kind of confidence that made Heinz’s blood boil.
It reminded him of that night.
The night he stood before his father—his sword raised, his heart pounding in his throat—ready to end it all.
His father had looked at him the same way Charles was looking at him now.With that maddening, patronizing calm.
With those eyes that said, "You won’t do it. You don’t have it in you."
That same damn arrogance.
The memory clawed at him, vivid and suffocating—his mother’s face bruised and tear-streaked, his own hands trembling around the hilt of the blade.
The laughter echoing in his ears as his father taunted him one last time.
And the flash of red when he didn’t hesitate.
Heinz’s jaw tightened as Azure circled in the air, the faint hum of the dragon’s power vibrating beneath his boots.
He’d been through too much. Suffered too long.
He didn’t crawl his way out of that cursed island—didn’t survive the endless torment of that God who sought to break him—just to face another fool who thought he could make a mockery of him.
No.
He’d killed once for his freedom. He would kill again for what was his.
And Charles—this traitorous corpse of a man who had already died once—had the audacity to come back.
To return.
To reach for Florian again.
That alone made Heinz’s blood hum with rage.
His aura flared crimson, swirling around him like a storm as Azure growled beneath him, responding to his master’s fury.
The sight of the red dragon—massive, blazing, snarling back at them—was enough to make the sky feel smaller. The two dragons’ power rippled through the air, clashing even without moving.
But Heinz didn’t flinch.
He only narrowed his eyes, glaring straight at Charles, whose smirk never faded.
There were many reasons to kill this man.
Too many, in fact.
But first—before he reduced him to ash, before he tore that smug look from his face—
He needed answers.
His voice broke through the roar of the wind, cold and cutting.
"Tell me, Charles." His crimson eyes glowed like twin suns against the dark sky. "How the hell did you crawl out of your grave?"
Charles let out a low chuckle, the kind that carried a hint of mockery.
"What makes you think I’m going to answer you, Your Majesty? If anything..." He tilted his head slightly, eyes gleaming with something sharp. "Now that I finally have an audience with the king, I should be the one asking the questions."
’Finally?’
Heinz frowned, a flicker of confusion breaking through his composed expression. Charles noticed it immediately—and laughed.
It wasn’t a pleasant laugh; it was the kind that made the air feel heavier.
"You don’t remember me, do you? Of course, you wouldn’t," Charles said, his grin widening. "I was probably one of the many who begged for an audience. Begged you to help our villages."
"If you haven’t heard, I am already trying—"
"YOU TRIED WHEN MY WHOLE VILLAGE, MY WHOLE FAMILY ALREADY DIED!" Charles’ voice cracked through the hall like thunder. The fury behind it was raw, trembling with years of grief and hatred.
Heinz’s eyes narrowed, his tone steady but edged. "And so? Is this your act of revenge? What makes you think you can win against me?"
Charles took a deep breath. His hands trembled at his sides, his jaw clenched—but then, he smiled. "Oh, don’t be mistaken, Your Majesty." His tone dripped with mock respect. "I’m not here to kill you. I’m merely a messenger... for the savior. And I’m sure you won’t kill me. Not yet, at least."
Heinz’s gaze hardened. "What makes you think that?"
"I just mentioned the savior," Charles replied easily. "The one who will save us all. The one who will finally kill you, as destiny designed it." His lips curved into a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. "The one who will deliver your divine punishment."
Heinz froze.
For a heartbeat, everything around him disappeared.
’Divine... punishment?’
His blood ran cold. The words echoed inside him, too familiar.
"The other Gods aren’t pleased with you. They will punish you, Heinz. I won’t be able to help you again. Be careful of what they send."
The nameless God’s warning replayed in his mind, every word slicing deeper than the last.
Was this it?
Was that why Charles somehow had a dragon?
The answer clawed at the back of his mind—yes. And it made his veins burn.
"I will not die again," Heinz muttered under his breath, the promise tasting like iron. His eyes locked on Charles, now dark with fury. "I will fucking torture you until you tell me who that savior is."
He already had an idea. A name. A suspicion that made his stomach twist.
But he needed to hear it.
From Charles’s own mouth.
"Azure..." Heinz’s voice cut through the wind, low but commanding. Beneath his boots, the dragon rumbled in response — scales shimmering like molten sapphire under the pale light.
The beast’s wings shifted, the air around them trembling with contained power.
Across the battlefield, Charles mirrored him, already mounted on his crimson dragon. The creature’s eyes glowed like burning coals, smoke rising from its nostrils as if the ground itself dared not breathe.
Heinz’s glare locked onto Charles, fury flickering in his red eyes. His jaw tightened, every muscle in his body coiled for war.
But Charles only smiled back — calm, mocking, as if he already knew the ending to a story that hadn’t been written yet.
The two dragons faced each other, the tension in the air thick enough to choke on. Even the wind seemed to still, waiting for the first move.
Heinz exhaled slowly. His heart hammered against his ribs, but his voice came out sharp, cutting through the silence like a blade.
"...Attack."
