My Supernatural Girlfriends Spoils Me Rotten - Chapter 165

Chapter 165: Cursed Part 2
He blinked in disbelief, caught off guard by her sudden bold and outrageous declaration.

She skipped over every step, jumping straight to marriage. Asher paused, taking a deep breath. His mind raced, trying to process the sudden turn of events.

“I didn’t know Dryads liked to joke around,” he muttered, brushing it off while he started to walk away.

But before he could get far, the entire bridged vibrated, and thin roots erupted from the floor, attempting to bind him.

He didn’t panic. Instead, he quickly cast a spell to stop the movement, freezing everything before the roots could reach him.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Marry me,” she repeated, her neon eyes glowing brighter.

Asher shook his head. He would be a criminal to even entertain the thought. Even if this girl was ten thousand years old, her appearance still screamed ‘too young’, and he had his own moral boundaries. He knew where to draw the line.

Lucia, on the other hand, was watching him with an expression that said, I told you so.

If he had listened to her, maybe this could have been avoided. But, alas, his natural tendency to attract crazy women was impossible to escape. It was his birth cursed.

The girl raised her hand again, and more roots shot out of the tree, twisting and writhing like serpents.

Asher remained calm, carefully maintaining his barrier.

He was careful not to use any explosive spells. The last thing he wanted was to trigger a massive fire in such a delicate environment, especially with all the organic structures surrounding them

And even more so, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he couldn’t just hurt her.

Despite the situation, a bitter taste lingered in his mouth at the thought of causing harm to someone who looked so young, harmless and innocent.

His instincts screamed to handle her with care, not to harm.

“What are you doing? Don’t tell me you’re getting influenced by her appearance ?” Lucia shouted, her voice filled with frustration and disbelief. “Dryads are known to use their faces to affect their opponent!”

‘It’s easier said than done,’ he shook his head. It was like asking him to hurt a cute puppy—something he just couldn’t bring himself to do.

“Listen, stop what you’re doing before you get hurt,” he warned, trying to calm her down.

But she did not listen and maintained her attacks, she was like a kid eager to get her hands on a toy as soon as possible.

Fortunately, the roots, though strong enough to kill normal sorcerers, were nowhere near lethal enough to pass his barrier. So, he decided to just tire her out.

Just as the tension was escalating, a woman emerged from the tree bark, as though she had swum right out of it.

Her appearance had some similarities —neon green eyes, emerald green hair, though her features was more matured.

“Stop what you’re doing, Anastasia,” the woman commanded.

The girl’s lips parted, as if she wanted to argue, but she bit her tongue, aware of the weight of the woman’s presence. Her shoulders drooped in resignation, and the glow in her eyes dimmed.

“You’ve caused enough trouble for today,” Selene added, her gaze now turning to him. “I apologize for her behavior. She has… a tendency to act impulsively.”

Asher nodded, still keeping his distance.

The woman, now clearly in control of the situation, smiled back.

“I am Selene, Anastasia’s guardian. I apologize for her actions. I hope this can be resolved peacefully.”

“No harm done.”

Selene’s lips twitched into a faint smile. “Thank you for your benevolence. If you don’t mind, we will take our leave and no longer waste your valuable time.”

“I don’t mind at all,”

“Thank you again,” she bowed her head before turning toward Anastasia. She guided the young Dryad back to the massive tree bark.

Anastasia looked as though she wanted to protest, and she glanced at Asher with a hint of longing. “Can’t you reconsider?”

“No,” he firmly shook his head. It was better to cut her dangerous fantasy short before it led to more trouble.

She reluctantly turned around, casting one last hopeful glance at Asher before stepping into the tree with her guardian.

In an instant, they disappeared from view, vanishing as though the tree had swallowed them whole.

“That was close,” he sighed heavily, feeling the tension leave his shoulders.

Lucia stepped closer, a teasing smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “You really do attract women too easily.”

He straightened up, brushing off the moment with a shake of his head, and walked away.

‘I don’t have time for this,’ he muttered under his breath.

After a while, they finally reached the castle, It was a massive treehouse.

The structure seemed to blend seamlessly with nature. Its walls were made of thick wood, the bark still visible in places, and the entire structure had a fluid, organic feel.

The branches supported wooden walkways and bridges that connected various sections of the castle. He noticed that the entire place seemed to pulse with life—like the tree itself was alive, watching, and waiting.

As they approached, a wide, sturdy wooden bridge stretched out toward the entrance. It was well-maintained, but it was clear that it had grown from the tree itself, winding and twisting around the massive trunk.

The castle had no traditional walls, blending seamlessly into the surrounding nature. As they entered, guards with polished wooden armor greeted them and led them to the throne room.

Inside, columns twisted like massive tree trunks, their intricate designs resembling the natural flow of branches.

The stained glass windows were framed by entwined roots and leaves, allowing sunlight to cast a soft green glow across the room. A vibrant green carpet stretched toward the throne, its texture more like soft moss than woven fabric.

On the elevated platform ahead, Queen Nala stood, her posture regal and composed, her eyes studying Asher and Lucia as they approached.

Beside her, King Leonardo stood silently, more a decoration than a ruler.

Her eyes met Asher’s, and then briefly flicked to Lucia, before she spoke.

“What brings you here?” Her voice was firm and confident, like someone who was used to people listening to her every word. Her eyes stayed locked on them, though there was a hint of annoyance in her expression.

She had sent him a letter, hoping he would come to her, so she could seduce him.

Instead, he had ignored her, leaving her frustrated and forced to seek relief with her husband—a man she had grown tired of, if she were being honest.

He met her gaze without flinching, though he couldn’t ignore the intensity behind her stare.

Lucia stepped forward confidently. “We’re not here for a casual conversation. We need to borrow the Royal Family’s Storm Eagle,”

Nala’s eyes narrowed. “The Storm Eagle? You do realize it’s one of Alarath’s national treasures. I can’t just hand it over without a valid reason,”

Lucia had anticipated resistance, so she wasn’t that concerned—she had a trump card.

“We’re planning to head to Eryx to obtain the Dragon Core directly. If we’re successful, you won’t have to wait years for the portal to be completed,”