My Girlfriends Are Hardcore Yanderes - Chapter 58

Chapter 58: His Important Role Part 2
Her mind drifted as she worried about the future. Before, it had been just about her, but now, with him by her side, things had changed.

Now that she had bound him to her, he shared her fate. If she died, he would die too.

‘After that attack, I’m sure more people will come looking for me’

There were dangers hiding in the shadows—things she could not escape.

Just as she was lost in contemplation, the waitress entered, carrying a tray filled with the food they had ordered.

They carefully placed the dishes on the table, one by one, each plate glistening under the soft light.

The waitstaff moved quietly, placing the last dish on the table before stepping back and giving a polite nod as they left.

Asher’s eyes widened, taking in the spread of food that looked too fancy to be real. He wasn’t used to meals like this, and he felt out of place.

“Don’t worry. These aren’t that expensive,” she reassured him.

He hesitated before picking up his fork, diving into the lobster stew.

The richness of the truffle butter sauce melted in his mouth, and for the first time in his life, he understood what it meant to truly enjoy a gourmet meal.

Watching him, Lucy felt her worries fade. There was something about seeing him enjoy the meal that lifted her spirits.

He didn’t waste any part of the lobster, even sucking the meat from the smaller shells.

A light chuckle escaped her lips. “We can always order more,”

He paused, noticing that she hadn’t touched her share yet. “Aren’t you going to eat?”

She smiled warmly. “Don’t worry, I’ve already had my fill.”

Sensing she was fine, he decided to focus back on the food. He continued eating, the only sound the soft clink of silverware against plates.

When he finished, he leaned back slightly in his chair, satisfied. The meal was delicious.

With a soft smile, Lucy signaled the waiter and casually ordered the most expensive bottle on the menu.

A moment later, the waiter returned with the bottle—a deep red, aged wine that had been carefully chosen.

The label was elegant, with delicate gold lettering that caught the light as the female waiter set it down on the table.

She uncorked the bottle with a flick of her wrist, the soft pop echoing in the air, and poured the wine into their glasses.

The rich, earthy aroma of the wine filled the air, mingling with the scent of the delicious meal they had just finished.

“A toast,” Lucy said, lifting her glass, and Asher mirrored her actions.

CLINK!

They both took a sip, and the wine was everything they’d hoped for—smooth, flavorful, and every drop worth the price.

After finishing their meal, Lucy set her glass down gently, her fingers lingering on the rim for a moment.

She cleared her throat, her gaze turning more serious. “I need to tell you something important,”

“I’m listening,” Asher replied.

Lucy’s eyes lingered on him. “What do you know about the Demon world?”

He thought for a moment, before giving a reply, “Is it the place where evil souls go to be tortured for eternity?”

“That’s hell,” she shook her head.

“The Demon world lies between the human world and hell. It’s not all gloom and brimstone like people think. There are forests, and it has cities too—just like here.”

“I see,” he responded flatly.

It wasn’t that he wasn’t interested; it was just how he spoke.

His tone was always nonchalant unless he was really excited, then he’d speak more casually.

“You don’t seem surprised,” she noted. “Most people would be curious about the demon world,”

“I guess I’ve had time to get used to it. When you’ve seen enough strange things, it’s hard to be shocked by anything.”

“You have a point,” Lucy nodded slightly.

“But why are you bringing up the Demon world now?” he asked.

Lucy leaned back in her chair, her posture relaxed, but her fingers drummed lightly on the edge of the table.

She looked at him for a moment, as if weighing the weight of her next words. “Because I’m planning to send you to the Demon world.”

Asher blinked, processing her words. “Why?”

“I need you to get something for me.” She paused, her lips pressing into a line before she added, “It’s important.”

Asher leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms as he contemplated.

It didn’t make sense to him why he had to be the one to go.

“Why not just go back yourself?” he asked, his voice a little more tentative than usual. “Or at least come with me. It would be easier, wouldn’t it?”

Lucy shifted slightly, “Because I’m being hunted. The moment I step into the Demon world, they’ll know. I can’t risk it.”

“To be honest, I was hoping to stay hidden in the human world for a few years. But after what happened to me… that poison… I realized they’re really intent on capturing me.”

Asher could tell how hard it was for her to admit. He could see it in the way her shoulders tensed and the flicker of uncertainty in her eyes.

“You don’t have to explain more,” he said quietly, his tone softer than usual. “I’m just your servant, right? So I just have to follow your orders.”

‘Just my servant?’ she muttered to herself.

She didn’t like the way he phrased it at all. It felt as though she was forcing him to stay with her out of some twisted sense of obligation, like he had no choice in the matter.

“Yeah,” she replied with a low tone, her eyes briefly meeting his. “But I don’t want you to think it’s just about orders. You’re not just a tool for me to use and discard.”

Asher gave a small shrug, his gaze drifting down to his empty glass.

“It’s not really a big deal to me,” he said, his voice calm, almost indifferent. “I’m just wondering if I’ll be able to survive there.”

Lucy could tell that he wasn’t bothered, but something about his calm response made her feel a bit sad.

It wasn’t that he was uninterested—more like he was detached, as though helping her was just another mission to complete.

‘I should just be myself and stop trying so hard to impress him ‘  Shaking her head, she let out a breath, feeling more at ease.

Lucy stretched in her seat, leaning back with a more relaxed posture.

With a small grin, she spoke again, her voice lighter.

“You don’t have to worry. I’m not sending you there anytime soon,” she said, waving off his concern with a casual flick of her hand.

“I just wanted to give you a heads-up on why I need you to get a lot stronger. You might think you’re strong now, but even the weakest demon would tear you apart”

Her tone shifted back to its usual playful and confident rhythm, easing the tension in the air.

When she was too serious, he never quite knew how to respond. But now, with her usual energy returning, he felt more at ease.

“Guess I have some training to do then,” he said, half-smiling.