Transmigrated as the Villainess Princess - Chapter 87

Chapter 87: Tell Me

Before Ahcehera could respond, Abrixien moved.

His long fingers tapped against the armrest of Khaterine’s chair, his gaze locked onto hers. His expression remained unreadable, yet there was an undeniable intensity in his stare.

“You caused quite a mess,” he murmured, his voice deceptively soft. “Do you know how much trouble you’ve put me through?”

Ahcehera narrowed her eyes. His words… his tone… It was not the response she expected.

Khaterine’s smirk faltered slightly, but she quickly masked it with a look of defiance. “And yet, you’re here, aren’t you?”

Abrixien exhaled sharply, straightening. “You owe me a lot, Khaterine.”

Ahcehera’s gaze snapped to him. “What exactly does she owe you?”

Her brother turned toward her, but his expression remained unreadable. “That’s none of your concern, Ahcehera.”

A chill ran down her spine. There was something more to this.

Khaterine tilted her head, her eyes gleaming with something akin to amusement. “It seems your dear brother still has some loyalty left in him.”

Ahcehera clenched her fists. “If she is in debt, then she can pay it in chains.”

Abrixien frowned. “I want her released.”

Ahcehera laughed, but there was no humor in it. “Do you think this is a negotiation?”

“I am not asking,” Abrixien said, his voice suddenly cold.

The room fell silent. For the first time, Ahcehera saw it.

The way Abrixien’s jaw tightened, the way his golden eyes darkened with something deeper than mere obligation.

Ahcehera’s stomach twisted. This was not just about debt.

He was protecting her. And that realization was more alarming than anything Khaterine could have ever planned.

Ahcehera wasted no time.

Before Abrixien could make another demand, her mind reached out, slipping past Khaterine’s defenses like a shadow in the dark.

A flicker of resistance sparked in the woman’s gaze, but it was too late. A sharp inhale, then silence. Khaterine’s body sagged, her consciousness severed in an instant.

Ahcehera raised a hand, and the air around them wavered as a void cracked open beneath the unconscious woman.

Without ceremony, Khaterine was swallowed by the dark abyss of Cresencia, vanishing as if she had never been there.

The moment the rift sealed shut, Ahcehera turned just in time. Abrixien moved like a storm, fast and merciless.

His golden eyes burned with fury as he lunged, and Ahcehera barely had a moment to brace before the impact sent her staggering back.

His hand found her throat, pushing her against the cold stone wall. “Release her,” he hissed.

Ahcehera smirked, even as his grip tightened. “You’re a fool if you think I will.”

A flicker of emotion passed through his face, anger, frustration, something deeper. Then, without warning, he let go.

Ahcehera barely had a moment to react before a force slammed into her, sending her crashing to the floor.

Pain flared through her body, but she rolled away before Abrixien could pin her down. With a flick of her wrist, a barrier of energy crackled between them, forcing him to halt.

He scoffed. “Is that all you’ve got?”

Ahcehera wiped the blood from her lip. “Hardly.” The space around them pulsed as their powers collided, the air charged with unspoken rage.

For the first time, Ahcehera saw it, not just the anger in her brother’s eyes, but the desperation beneath it. And that, more than anything, made her grip tighten.

This was not just about Khaterine. This was about him. About her. About everything that had led them to this moment. And neither of them could afford to lose.

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What kind of transaction did the two of them have, for my brother to risk his life and keep Khaterine safe?

Ahcehera exhaled slowly, her patience thinning. She had always held back against her brother, out of respect, out of loyalty. But tonight, there was no room for restraint.

The air crackled as she shed her limits. It’s time to let him taste the consequences of his actions.

Power surged through her veins, raw and untamed. Shadows twisted around her feet, drawn to her command, and the walls trembled under the weight of her presence.

Abrixien hesitated, just for a breath, but it was enough.

Ahcehera struck. Thankfully, my mother sent me a copy of a spell that can birth an identical dimension. Fighting here won’t damage the palace walls.

A wave of force slammed into Abrixien, sending him skidding back. Is he weaker than my fifth brother? What a waste of energy.

He barely had time to recover before she closed the distance, her hand colliding against his chest with a crushing force.

Energy exploded from the impact, and he crashed into the stone floor, the breath knocked from his lungs. Will he be okay? It doesn’t matter…

He growled, golden eyes blazing, but Ahcehera was already moving. Chains of light energy erupted from the ground, slithering like living tendrils as they coiled around his limbs.

Abrixien fought, struggling against their grip, but the bindings only tightened, locking him in place.

“Enough,” Ahcehera commanded, her voice cutting through the charged air.

Abrixien thrashed, his power flaring in rebellion. But Ahcehera only lifted her hand, and the chains burned brighter, pressing him down.

He clenched his teeth, muscles tensing as he tried to break free, but there was no escape.

She had won.

For a long moment, they only stared at each other, Ahcehera standing firm, Abrixien bound beneath her. What are you hiding, Brother?

His breathing was ragged, his jaw clenched, but the fury in his eyes was no longer just anger.

It was something more.

Defeat.

Resignation.

Pain.

“Calm down, Abrixien,” she murmured, though her voice was steel. “You’re not thinking clearly.”

His chest rose and fell sharply, his struggle slowing.

The fight drained from his body, the tension easing as the realization settled over him. He exhaled heavily, closing his eyes for a moment.

Ahcehera studied him, her grip on the chains unwavering. “Tell me the truth,” she said quietly. “Why are you protecting her?”

Abrixien’s eyes opened again, but this time, there was no rage, only silence.

And Ahcehera knew.

This battle was over.

But the war between them had only just begun.