I won't fall for the queen who burned my world-Chapter 128: Let me take you somewhere

The night air was cool, carrying the lingering scents of the marketplace—charred spices, warm bread, the faint traces of incense still smoldering somewhere in the distance.

The quiet settled over the village now, a stark contrast to the lively atmosphere from earlier. The soft glow of flickering lanterns lined the streets, casting golden halos against the cobblestone paths.

Malvoria exhaled slowly, watching as Elysia stretched her arms above her head, rolling her shoulders with a sigh.

"That was exhausting," Elysia muttered, her voice tinged with weariness, but also something softer, something satisfied.

Malvoria's gaze lingered on her for a beat too long. The way the dim light caught the silver of her hair, the way exhaustion didn't dull the sharpness of her violet eyes.

Before she could second-guess it, Malvoria spoke.

"Come with me."

Elysia blinked, lowering her arms. "What?"

Malvoria adjusted her stance, her expression unreadable. "Let me take you somewhere."

Elysia's eyes narrowed, suspicion creeping into her gaze. "Why?"

Malvoria didn't answer immediately. She simply turned on her heel and started walking, her stride unhurried but expectant, as if she already knew Elysia would follow.

There was a brief pause, filled only with the rustling of leaves, the distant murmur of the night settling around them.

Then—footsteps behind her.

Malvoria smirked to herself. Predictable.

"You're terrible at explanations," Elysia grumbled, her pace catching up to Malvoria's.

"And yet, here you are."

Elysia scoffed but didn't argue.

They walked in silence for a while, the sounds of the village gradually fading as they moved past the now-darkened market stalls. The world felt... slower here. The urgency of the day had melted away into something calmer, something easier.

Malvoria glanced at Elysia from the corner of her eye.

She wasn't tense.

For once, she wasn't looking at Malvoria like she was waiting for a blade to slip between her ribs.

It was strange.

Not unwelcome, just... strange.

A sharp yelp suddenly broke the stillness.

Malvoria barely had time to react before Elysia, in all her supposed grace, tripped over an uneven stone in the path.

With the speed only a warrior possessed, Malvoria caught her before she hit the ground, one arm wrapped tightly around Elysia's waist, the other gripping her wrist.

There was a brief pause—Elysia's breath hitched, Malvoria's fingers flexed against the fabric of her dress.

Then—Malvoria laughed.

It wasn't the sharp, amused scoff she usually offered. It was a real laugh, deep and unrestrained, the kind that shook her shoulders and made her smirk widen uncontrollably.

Elysia, still in Malvoria's arms, scowled. "Oh, shut up."

"I didn't say anything."

"You're laughing."

"I am." Malvoria grinned down at her, tightening her hold just slightly before finally setting her upright. "Should I let you fall next time, then?"

Elysia smoothed down her dress, cheeks slightly flushed. "Maybe if you didn't lead me down a path full of death traps, I wouldn't trip."

Malvoria raised a brow, amused. "Death traps? It was a stone, Elysia."

Elysia huffed but didn't fight back. Instead, she exhaled, brushing a strand of silver hair from her face.

Malvoria tilted her head. "Are you always this clumsy, or was that just for my entertainment?"

Elysia gave her a glare—sharp, unimpressed—but there was no real malice behind it. "You're enjoying this far too much."

"I really am."

Elysia rolled her eyes but resumed walking. Malvoria fell into step beside her once more, the comfortable silence returning, lingering between them like something fragile but steady.

For the first time since they met, it didn't feel like a battle of wills.

There was no hostility, no hidden daggers waiting to be drawn.

Just silence.

And for once, it felt... comfortable.

The village streets stretched ahead, darkened by the night but still alive with the quiet hum of distant voices and the occasional flicker of lanternlight. Malvoria walked beside Elysia, the silence between them oddly weightless.

It wasn't the sharp, tension-laced quiet they were used to—where every pause held the promise of an argument waiting to happen. This was... different.

Too different.

Malvoria had spent years perfecting the art of keeping people at arm's length, of ensuring no one ever got too close, too familiar. And yet here she was, walking through the streets with her human wife in a silence that didn't feel suffocating. It should have bothered her.

It didn't.

Her fingers twitched at her side, hands restless with an unfamiliar itch. She blamed it on the moment—the absurdity of it all.

The moment Elysia had tripped, Malvoria hadn't thought. She had reacted, instinctually, catching her before she could hit the ground. And then she had laughed.

Laughed.

She couldn't even remember the last time she had laughed like that, not in a way that wasn't laced with cruelty or cold amusement. But it had slipped out so naturally, as if Elysia's sheer ridiculousness had somehow forced it from her.

And now?

Now, Malvoria found herself watching Elysia from the corner of her eye, observing the way the other woman's lips pressed together in that slight, embarrassed pout. The flush on her cheeks had faded, but the remnants of it still lingered just enough to be noticed.

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A smirk tugged at Malvoria's lips.

"Still thinking about your near-death experience?" she teased, breaking the silence.

Elysia scoffed. "I tripped. That's hardly a near-death experience."

Malvoria hummed. "If I hadn't caught you, you could have cracked your skull open. Maybe even broken something." She clicked her tongue in faux disappointment. "A real tragedy."

Elysia shot her a glare. "You are insufferable."

Malvoria grinned. "So I've been told."

They continued walking, the path narrowing slightly as they moved away from the main market roads. The streets here were quieter, the glow of lanterns softer.

The occasional demon passerby barely spared them a glance, too occupied with their own business to pay attention to the Demon Queen and her human companion.

Elysia's gaze flickered to Malvoria briefly before she looked ahead again. "Where exactly are you taking me?"

Malvoria didn't answer right away.

Instead, she reached out, her fingers grazing against Elysia's wrist before she fully took hold of her hand.

Elysia stiffened slightly at the sudden contact, her breath hitching just enough for Malvoria to notice.

Malvoria smirked, tightening her grip just slightly as she finally spoke.

"Where I'm taking you is not that far."