Chapter:0.168: The New Flame

Naoko Rotschy sat behind her obsidian-carved desk, motionless as a statue carved from moonlight. Her silver hair shimmered like liquid metal down her shoulders, her pale porcelain skin untouched by age or fatigue, and her cold silver eyes stared forward — not at the door, but through it. Through the stone. Through time.

She had already sensed the footsteps.

And she had already decided.

"Sion," she said, her voice a command veiled in silk.

"Yes, Lady Naoko," came the obedient reply.

"Bring her."

Without a word, Sion vanished down the hallway, her heels clicking against the polished black floor.

.....

Five minutes later, Rena stood at the threshold.

Her fiery red hair was brushed back, And a black hair tie — a solemn tribute to Astell. Her short white dress hugged her trembling body, her long legs clad in elegance, her white heels clicking nervously as she stepped forward. She looked like a flame walking into ice.

Naoko didn't stand. She simply looked.

And Rina felt her soul being peeled open.

Not her body. Not her appearance. Her spirit — dissected under Naoko's gaze.

A cold sweat broke across her back. Her golden eyes struggled to meet those silver ones.

"Come in," Naoko said, her voice as calm as winter.

Rena stepped forward.

"I…" she began, her voice soft, cracking, "I'm here, Lady Naoko."

Naoko nodded once.

"Good."

Then she raised her hand.

The air cracked.

Reality itself broke, splitting open like torn cloth. A violet rift twisted into being beside her — a spatial gate. From its core, Naoko reached in without flinching and pulled out a small, glowing object.

It pulsed like a heartbeat.

A white, spherical core, so bright it burned the eyes — yet in its center… a single, deep crimson point.

Rina's breath hitched.

She could feel it.

Mana.

No — not mana. Willpower. Wrath. Ancient fire.

"This," Naoko said, her tone still even, "is the Heart of Siferia — the flame of Daisroth, the white dragon."

Rena's knees weakened. Her instincts screamed to run. Her phoenix flame inside — the legendary White Flame of Amberhart — recoiled in fear.

This isn't the same white fire.

No. This was alien. Pure. Devouring.

"I don't—" Rena began.

"Come forward."

Naoko's words left no room for protest.

Rena obeyed.

She stepped closer to the desk. Closer to the pulsing heart.

"Extend your hands."

She did.

The moment Naoko placed the core in her palms, it was as if her entire being caught fire.

It didn't wait.

It tore into her.

Like lightning across her nerves. Her mana fought back — her phoenix screamed inside her — but the Heart of Daisroth didn't care.

It wanted to consume.

Rina screamed.

Flames erupted from her palms. Her dress blackened and crumbled. Her skin began to sear.

And Naoko simply watched.

"You will not drop it," she said calmly. "Do you understand?"

"I—I—!" Rena stammered, eyes wide, teeth clenched.

"Even if your hands burn. Even if your body burns" 

" But you can leave him, but if you leave him, there is no place for weaklings in Rotschy house, so I will order your divorce from Jin. 

Her golden eyes widened.

"I…" she gasped, "I… I love him…"

Naoko narrowed her eyes.

"Then prove it."

Rena bit down on her lip until it bled.

The fire surged. Her palms blistered. Her sleeves disintegrated. Her skin peeled. The flames licked up her arms, reached her shoulders, and kept climbing. Her breath hitched with pain.

Tears streamed down her face — not from fear.

From refusal.

Refusal to let go.

Her knees buckled. She dropped to the floor — still holding the burning core, now embedded in a storm of white flame. Her body shook violently.

Her hair — that proud, fiery red — began to smoke.

Then burn.

Lock by lock, the strands blackened, turned to ash.

She sobbed through her teeth, her voice broken. "Jin… I'll… I'll be worthy…"

Crack.

Blood ran from her nose. Then her ears. Then… her eyes.

It didn't matter.

The pain was beyond pain now. She no longer felt her fingers — only heat and light and the roar of ancient fire.

Her dress was gone.

Her body no longer her own.

Just flame.

Then—

BOOM.

A silent explosion.

Not of sound — but of light.

A dome of white fire expanded from her form, engulfing the room in radiance. The windows cracked. The shadows fled.

Naoko's silver hair fluttered gently in the heatwave.

But her expression did not change.

She watched.

Expressionless.

Unshaken.

In the center of the inferno, Rena hovered — no longer fully human. Her skin gone. Her hair gone. She was a living flame, shaped like a woman, with two brilliant red orbs glowing in her chest 

Two hearts?

No.

Two souls.

Her own… and Daisroth's.

Naoko closed her eyes, briefly.

"She survived."

When she opened them again, her gaze was steel.

"She is no longer Amberhart."

"She is becoming Rotschy "

.... 

Heat: Rena has now become a full-fledged Ruchi. What do you think of Naoko's style? Do you think she's right and the way she's dealing with Rena?

And you can lick Naoko's breasts,??. 🍼🍼😋