My Girlfriends Are Hardcore Yanderes - Chapter 190

Chapter 190: Family Meeting
Lucia’s father moved closer, his horns casting long shadows under the chandelier’s glow.

“I showed you respect, outsider, but you continued to humiliate me.”

Asher was not fazed at all.

“Respect?” he repeated, tilting his head slightly. “I must have missed that part. You didn’t even introduce yourself and ordered her around.”

A few gasps rippled through the nearby tables, where curious onlookers had begun to gather, sensing the tension like a storm about to break.

“This is a family matter, and you have no right to interfere.”

“Family matter, huh?” Asher echoed, a casual smile played on his lips. “Well, in that case, I have every right to interfere—because she’s my wife,”

Lucia’s eyes widened, her face turning red as she struggled to process his bold declaration.

Asher glanced at her, letting out a heavy sigh. ‘Can’t she tell I’m just lying? ‘

Lucia’s father’s expression changed. His annoyance melted into a flicker of surprise.

“Then that’s all the more reason we shouldn’t argue. It means you’re my son-in-law.”

Asher shrugged it off. “She’s no longer your daughter. Just leave us be.”

“You little…” He clenched his jaw, the words hanging in the air, but he quickly realized he couldn’t afford to escalate things with so many watching. “I’ll leave for today, but don’t think this is over.”

He paused, casting a final glance. “My name is Lark Redtorn. Remember it, because I will settle this grudge once the tournament is over.”

Asher didn’t bother to reply, simply watching them leave with indifference.

They were fools to think they could lay a finger on him or Lucia after the tournament.

“I change my mind,” he muttered aloud , drawing her attention.

“About what?” she asked

“I’ll take this tournament more seriously,” he added, a rare smile forming on his lips.

It was unusual for him to act this way, but seeing the people who had forced Lucia to kill her own mother stirred something deep within him—disgust, fueled by his own biases.

For someone who cherished his mother as deeply as he did, those who had forced Lucia into such horrors deserved nothing less than death. But killing them wouldn’t be enough.

He needed them to feel the weight of their choices and regret their sins. Only then would he bring their end.

Lark, walking away, suddenly felt a chill crawl down his spine.

Instinctively, he glanced back. The moment his eyes met Asher’s golden gaze, a cold shiver shot through him, as if he were prey being assessed by an apex predator.

A fleeting thought crossed his mind—had he made a mistake antagonizing Asher?

He shook his head, brushing off the doubt that lingered, and continued forward, walking past Lizana, who was holding a wine glass and chatting with another important person.

“Arcane Sage, why do you favor that man so much?” Lark asked, his voice tinged with curiosity and suspicion.

“You’ll have to figure that out in the tournament. But I must commend you. You managed to rile him up—things are about to get more interesting from here on out.”

Her response didn’t answer any of his questions; instead, it only deepened the mystery, leaving him with even more uncertainty.

He tried to continue the conversation with her, but she didn’t even acknowledge him, nor did she need to.

Her status was second only to the Sorcerer King, and her mere silence spoke volumes.

In the end, Lark and his family were left with no choice but to bow their heads in defeat and retreat to their area.

On the other side of the hall, another figure seethed in frustration. Elira, the bunny who had insulted Lucia back at the aerial port .

She did not expected him to be so much more than he appeared.

When they first met, he had cast numerous spells, concealing most of his features, leaving her unable to see through him.

She bit her nails, her mind racing as she scrambled to formulate a plan to apologize.

If he won and became a sage, Lucia’s status would rise along with his—overnight.

And Elira, who had tormented Lucia since their academy days, knew she wouldn’t escape the fallout.

‘This is unfair!,’ she muttered, her grip tightening on her nails. ‘How did she manage to land someone this powerful? I’ve spent years using my body to seduce powerful sorcerers, and I got two losers with me.”

She remembered the two sorcerers she had sponsored—both of whom had already lost.

The frustration churned in her stomach. She couldn’t believe she had wasted her time on them, let alone let them play with her at the same time, using both ends of her body.

While she was having the worst day of her life, a group of sorcerers came closer, their sour expressions matching her mood.

“Elira, can you believe it? I can’t believe that bitch actually landed herself a gold mine.”

“Right? It’s unbelievable,” another woman muttered, shaking her head. “She’s always been a nuisance, but now she’s tied to someone like that.”

“It’s not just her, though. How does someone like him end up with her? He could have any woman in this room… and he chose that rat?”

Elira’s eyes flickered with a mix of envy and frustration, but she said nothing, her thoughts swirling as she tried to process the bizarre turn of events.

As the lively atmosphere in the hall grew, a mix of emotions swirled in the air. But, despite being the center of attention, Asher kept to himself.

He barely acknowledged Lizana when she came over to greet him. Her casual treatment of him, as if they were equals, only fueled the rumors of them being lovers. She didn’t even try to deny it, instead laughing off the questions from the other sages.

This led everyone to believe that he wasn’t really that strong, but was merely being favored because of his relationship with her.

“Hey, is it true? Are you and Arcane Sage Lizana lovers?” Lucia leaned in, her eyes showing hints of curiosity and jealousy.

His earlier words had stirred her emotions, and she struggled to keep herself composed. Just looking at his face was a challenge.

“Of course not, we barely talk. She just likes messing with people.”

Lucia sighed in relief. She was afraid he might say yes, which would have made her feel insecure, especially considering Lizana was one of the prettiest and strongest women in the world.

She was the perfect package, someone even the Sorcerer King couldn’t win over. It was rumored that Julius himself had once pursued her, only to be met with rejection.

“I think you’re in trouble, though,” Lucia mumbled, suddenly realizing the implication of her words.

“Why?” he raised an eyebrow.

She leaned in, her voice barely above a whisper. “The Sorcerer King might get jealous of the attention you’re getting from her. It’s rumored he has feelings for her.”

Asher froze, his wine glass midway to his lips.

Lucia noticed it and quickly retracted her words.

“Forget I said that,” she added quickly. “It was a long time ago.”

But he remained silent, the wheels already turning in his mind. With his track record with women, her words had a 99% chance of becoming a reality.