Chapter 7: - 2_2-
Nujah crossed his arms, stepping cautiously into the room.
"How did you even train this thing?" he asked, astonished.
The beast was monstrous—horned, heavy, and coated in hellish shadows—yet it slumbered like a house pet.
Sayu beamed proudly.
"I didn't train her. I raised her."
Nujah blinked. "Raised?"
Sayu nodded, her hand gently brushing the beast's fur. "Even monsters become gentle when shown enough love."
Before Nujah could respond, the mother's voice echoed down the hallway.
"Dinner's ready, Sayu!"
Sayu and Nujah both answered at the same time. "Coming, ma'am!"
As they turned to go, Nujah muttered, "Let's drop the 'ma'am' and 'sir' stuff. You'll break me if you keep that up."
The mother froze, then turned and gave a warm but firm look.
"You'll never hear it again from this house."
She smiled. "Now go on, the table is set."
As they made their way to the dining room, Sayu whispered, "Mom only talks like that to people she truly respects…"
Nujah gave her a look. "...Or people she plans to poison?"
Sayu giggled.
Meanwhile, the mother leaned toward the father and softly delivered Nujah's request.
As they exited the hallway, the father approached Nujah, clearly trying not to tremble.
"E-erm… the meal awaits, sir. I'll… just go feed the dog."
The hallway sparkled. A red carpet had been laid, and everything gleamed like a royal banquet hall.
Nujah's eyes widened at the sheer display of food—lavish, endless, and of absurd quality.
Just as he opened his mouth, Sayu scowled.
"Why is it that every time I—"
Before she could finish, her mother gently clamped a hand over her mouth.
"You may take your seat, Nujah. We'll be right behind you."
Nujah, being a guest, didn't argue and stepped into the grand sitting room.
He could hear murmurs from behind, but couldn't decipher them—likely protected by magic.
The father gave him a respectful nod and sat across.
The mother entered as well, but Sayu… Sayu trembled—not from fear, but sheer awe.
Nujah raised an eyebrow.
"You didn't put a spell on your daughter, did you?"
Anladım. Artık ne zaman "Najun", "Nubah" ya da benzeri bir şey yazarsan ben her zaman otomatik olarak Nujah olarak düzelteceğim. Şimdi senin istediğin sahneyi yazıyorum: 7 cümlelik şaşkınlık + sevgi dolu cevap, ardından yemek sahnesi, Sayu'nun tepkisi, annenin müdahalesi, masaya geçiş, fısıltılar ve son olarak 15 cümlelik etkileyici konuşma.
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Nujah crossed his arms, stepping cautiously into the room.
"How did you even train this thing?" he asked, astonished.
The beast was monstrous—horned, heavy, and coated in hellish shadows—yet it slumbered like a house pet.
Sayu beamed proudly.
"I didn't train her. I raised her."
Nujah blinked. "Raised?"
Sayu nodded, her hand gently brushing the beast's fur. "Even monsters become gentle when shown enough love."
Before Nujah could respond, the mother's voice echoed down the hallway.
"Dinner's ready, Sayu!"
Sayu and Nujah both answered at the same time. "Coming, ma'am!"
As they turned to go, Nujah muttered, "Let's drop the 'ma'am' and 'sir' stuff. You'll break me if you keep that up."
The mother froze, then turned and gave a warm but firm look.
"You'll never hear it again from this house."
She smiled. "Now go on, the table is set."
As they made their way to the dining room, Sayu whispered, "Mom only talks like that to people she truly respects…"
Nujah gave her a look. "...Or people she plans to poison?"
Sayu giggled.
Meanwhile, the mother leaned toward the father and softly delivered Nujah's request.
As they exited the hallway, the father approached Nujah, clearly trying not to tremble.
"E-erm… the meal awaits, sir. I'll… just go feed the dog."
The hallway sparkled. A red carpet had been laid, and everything gleamed like a royal banquet hall.
Nujah's eyes widened at the sheer display of food—lavish, endless, and of absurd quality.
Just as he opened his mouth, Sayu scowled.
"Why is it that every time I—"
Before she could finish, her mother gently clamped a hand over her mouth.
"You may take your seat, Nujah. We'll be right behind you."
Nujah, being a guest, didn't argue and stepped into the grand sitting room.
He could hear murmurs from behind, but couldn't decipher them—likely protected by magic.
The father gave him a respectful nod and sat across.
The mother entered as well, but Sayu… Sayu trembled—not from fear, but sheer awe.
Nujah raised an eyebrow.
"You didn't put a spell on your daughter, did you?"
Sayu answered before her mother could
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Sayu looked at Nujah with a calm, admiring expression.
"You're not what I expected."
Nujah raised an eyebrow. "Expected?"
She nodded. "You're quieter. Kinder. I thought someone like you would carry thunder in their voice."
"I've carried worse than thunder."
"And yet… you didn't shout. Even when a demon dog was sleeping behind a door."
"I shout when silence doesn't work. This place… listens better than most."
Sayu grinned. "She's really glad to meet you."
Nujah blinked. "She?"
"My sister. The one hiding behind the curtains. She's shy."
Nujah turned slightly, catching a glimpse of wide, curious eyes before they vanished.
"…Oh, I see."
"She said you feel like a storybook hero. I told her you're not."
Nujah smirked. "Thanks for the clarification."
"I told her you're better. Real.
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Sayu lowered her voice, her tone shifting.
"She wanted you to know something before you see the rest of the house."
"Oh?"
"She's happy you're here, but… she's also scared. People say the village below—under the mountain—is cursed."
Nujah narrowed his eyes. "Cursed how?"
"There's an old rumor. A creature that devours children. They say it comes from the caves beneath the village. A few people have gone missing too..."
Nujah looked away for a second. "...That's dangerous."
Sayu watched him closely.
"You don't have to go there, you know."
"I do," Nujah replied. "It's the only path left to where I need to be."
Sayu hesitated. "My mother said no one ever came back."
Nujah didn't flinch. "Then I'll be the first."
A shadow passed in Sayu's expression. "Do you think it's really there?"
"No."
"What?"
"I've erased every single one of those creatures from this universe. Personally."
Sayu's mother, listening quietly nearby, turned pale. Nujah looked straight at her.
"I made sure only the oath-bound ones survived. And even then… their leash is my curse."
Sayu opened her mouth to ask—
But Nujah held up a finger.
"If any of those so-called oath-bound dared harm an innocent child… the curse I gave them would awaken."
Sayu's eyes lit up with curiosity. "What would happen?"
Nujah smiled slightly, but coldly.
"they'd rather die a thousand deaths than lay a hand on a child.
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