My Girlfriends Are Hardcore Yanderes - Chapter 124

Chapter 124: Change of Heart
Nyra exchanged a glance with the other elders. An outsider coming into their town was big news, especially since he didn’t look like any beastkin they knew.

He appeared more like a human, with above average features, but not so exaggerated that they would raise suspicion.

It was a good thing he had hidden his neon golden gaze, so now he only looked like someone with yellow pupils and silver hair—nothing too unusual, considering many beastkin had varying shades of orange, green, or yellow for their eyes.

“I’m simply looking for information,” Asher said. “Nothing else.”

Nyra’s eyes narrowed further. Her gray hair, pulled back into a loose bun, framed her weathered face, and the lines around her eyes spoke of years of experience.

She wore a simple brown robe, giving her an air of authority and age. “And what makes you think we’ll trust you enough to share it?”

“Elder,” Ava interjected, “he’s not a threat. I vouch for him.”

“Stop talking,” the feline elder scolded her. “You have no say in this.”

Ava lowered her head. If her father were here, she’d be able to act with more confidence—he was one of the elders, the leader of the canine tribe. This explained why Rovan didn’t object harder.

Seeing that his guide was unable to convince them, Asher stepped forward. This led to some of the town guards raising their spheres.

Rovan, knowing they couldn’t provoke Asher, stood between them, his voice filled with urgency.

“Elders, please don’t do anything harsh. This man is a Sorcerer. We saw him kill hundreds of monsters in a matter of seconds.”

For a moment, there was nothing but silence.

Then, the shock hit.

Everyone’s eyes widened, and a cold shiver ran through the crowd.

The Elders, usually calm, exchanged uneasy glances. Their voices dropped to hushed tones, murmuring quickly as they huddled together, trying to regain their composure and figure out how to handle the situation.

Their faces showed a mix of shock and worry as they continued discussing their next move.

Even the civilians, who had been standing at a distance, instinctively took a few steps back.

Their faces went pale, eyes wide, mouths slightly agape as they exchanged uneasy glances, struggling to process the magnitude of what Rovan had just revealed.

Just knowing that he was a Sorcerer was enough to strike dread into the hearts of those present.

But hearing the scale of his power—the ability to kill hundreds in mere seconds—was a truth so terrifying, it struck them all to their core.

He wasn’t just any sorcerer. He was a force of nature, a being capable of wiping out every person in this town. Ava bringing him here was like bringing a ticking bomb.

Asher, watching all of this unfold, was confused. He had no idea how impressive his actions had been, so he just thought they were overreacting a bit.

This was the result of being trapped in the void. There, his only comparison was Index, and it twisted his sense of power.

In addition, while he had learned many spells, most were studied for their theory rather than practical use. This left him unaware of just how amazing his feat of summoning flying golden daggers truly was.

“How can we assist you?”

The Elders’ tone shifted immediately, their usual sternness replaced with a hint of caution and unease.

The sudden change in the atmosphere didn’t go unnoticed. But he just shrugged it off . There was no need to act like some psychopathic overlord just because they feared him.

“I’m a traveler, you see. I lost my way and was hoping to get to the Capital,”

There wasn’t a trace of arrogance in his voice. His time spent in the void had humbled him, and it showed in the way he spoke.

Nyra raised an eyebrow. “The Capital? That’s a long way from here, and there are six capitals. Which one are you talking about?”

Asher was confused. When he had asked Lucy about the Demon World, she had told him there was only one.

“Do you know anyone of royal blood named Lucy?” he asked, taking a chance, hoping the Elder might know more.

Nyra paused for a moment, then shook her head. “I’m sorry, but I’m not familiar with that name. In fact, names like that are pretty rare in the Demon World.”

Asher sighed, realizing his suspicions were correct. This place was different from the one Lucy had described.

Regardless, he couldn’t afford to feel disappointed. He still had more important things to do. First, he needed to learn more about this world.

“Then can you tell me more about the six capitals?” he asked, his tone neutral as he shifted the conversation. “I come from a very distant land, so I’m not familiar with them.”

Nyra studied him for a moment. She had expected him to push harder because of his power and status, but there was neither malice nor arrogance in his tone. It made her reevaluate her impression of him. Perhaps he wasn’t as bad as she had thought.

After a brief pause, she responded. “Follow me. We can talk more privately.”

She pointed toward one of the larger treehouses, its presence commanding attention even from a distance.

Before reaching it, Asher had to climb a wooden ladder that creaked with every step. The rungs felt sturdy enough, but their slight wobble hinted at age and frequent use.

Once at the top, he faced a hanging bridge made of wood planks and intertwined vines, swaying gently with the breeze.

Flying would have been far simpler—his abilities could make the task effortless—but he chose not to.

The locals were already uneasy, their guarded looks making it clear that his title as the so-called “Sorcerer” was a threat.

Drawing more attention by showing off could turn their wariness into outright fear or hostility.

When he got close, the details of the structure became clearer, and he had to admit it was very well made and refreshing to the eye.

The entrance opened to a spacious lobby that smelled faintly of pine and earth. The wooden floors creaked slightly underfoot, but not unpleasantly.

Simple chairs lined the walls, carved from the same wood, each adorned with basic woven cushions.

Even though they were simple, the chairs had a solid, well-made look, combining usefulness with a bit of style.

Soft voices could be heard faintly from outside, but the room was quiet. It was the kind of silence where every step sounded louder than normal.

At the far end of the lobby was a large brown wooden door, decorated with carvings of twisting vines and blooming flowers.

It creaked softly as it opened, and Nyra motioned for him to step inside.

Ava and Rovan’s group stopped at the doorway, unable to follow.

“You’re not allowed past this point,” Nyra said firmly to them. “Wait outside.”

Ava bit her lip, her eyes lingering on him as her fingers nervously twisted the fabric of her clothes while she watched his back.

‘Why do I feel like she’s too fixated on me? Is it because I saved her?’ he muttered under his breath. He got a sudden sense of deja vu. Not the good kind.