Fairy Tale: With Sin Of Pride

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"Are you okay?"

Rod removed the fur cloak from his shoulders and draped it over the girl. The warmth from the cloak gradually brought life back to Brittany's cold, shivering body.

"I'm fine, Mr. Rod." Brittany said, still visibly shaken, but shook her head in response, her eyes betraying a hint of sorrow.

She had thought she'd seen her grandmother, but it turned out to be the devil in disguise.

Everyone knew about the devil's deceit and trickery.

If not for Rod, she might have already sold her soul to that devil.

Yet, in a twisted way, the devil wasn't exactly lying—had her soul been taken, she would no longer feel pain or cold.

"Why didn't you go home?" Rod frowned.

Wandering out here in the freezing cold, alone—it was like she had lost all hope.

"I have no home." Brittany shook her head.

Rod immediately understood.

The slums were a place of chaos and lawlessness. This winter had arrived far too suddenly, and people living in such places could only survive by taking from others. This poor girl had likely been driven from her home.

"Come with me from now on."

After thinking it over, Rod decided to take the girl with him. [T/N: Lol, I have a great gif for this trope. Check the comment.]

A soul as pure and flawless as hers was one in a million.

To demons and devils, she was nothing short of a delicacy. Who knew how many of them were lurking in the shadows, watching her, waiting to claim her soul.

Leaving her here would likely mean she wouldn't live to see adulthood.

"Thank you, sir! Becoming your slave is the greatest fortune of my life." Brittany's face lit up with gratitude.

Slave?

Rod raised an eyebrow, feeling the girl had misunderstood something.

But he couldn't be bothered to explain. Whether she was considered a slave or not didn't really matter to him. He wasn't some ancient slave owner exploiting labor.

As Rod led Brittany out of the alley, a figure suddenly blocked their path.

"Hand over the girl."

A deep, magnetic voice dripped with an almost irresistible allure.

From the shadows cast by the oil lamps, a woman emerged.

Her hair was tied in a high bun, and she wore a fiery red gown with a plunging V-neckline that barely covered what needed to be hidden. Below, she donned black leather pants and snakeskin-patterned stockings, all capped off with crimson high heels.

The woman was strikingly beautiful, her face classically Western. Her body was flawless, with an ample chest, a firm and round rear, and especially her perfect, long legs that drew every eye.

"Are you... ordering me?" Rod narrowed his eyes, a dangerous gleam flickering within.

Though he was momentarily impressed by her appearance—her seductive charm, the bold and revealing outfit—this was the first time he'd seen a woman this wild since arriving in this world.

Still, there was no one in this world who could command him.

"And what if I am?" The woman smirked, her lips curling slightly.

Her fiery red hair seemed to burn like flames, and her sultry eyes narrowed as her entire being was enveloped in raging elemental fire.

Her gaze on Rod was full of both provocation and temptation.

"Then let's see if you've got what it takes to take her from me."

Rod casually rubbed his nose, not saying much.

The arrogance in his cold eyes made it seem as if he were looking at an insect.

"Arrogant man."

The woman scoffed, and her aura suddenly flared violently.

"Then I'll cripple you and take her away!"

Without any warning, the woman unleashed her full strength.

The power of her raging flames surged, transforming into a massive fire dragon that roared as it lunged toward Rhode, ready to devour him whole.

"Are all fire mages this hot-tempered?" Rod muttered, his expression a little exasperated as he watched the woman attack without a second thought.

Boom!

The fiery dragon engulfed Rhode completely.

"Why didn't he dodge?" the woman frowned, sensing the fiery power gradually weakening.

"Your flames are really hot."

Rod shook off his scorched arm, and the charred skin rapidly healed before her eyes, fresh flesh forming in its place.

"This insane regeneration..."

Seeing his quick recovery, the woman's face showed a flicker of surprise.

Even among the most powerful magical creatures, such regeneration was rare.

And this man was only human.

"What... are you?"

"Me? Just a man," Rhode replied as he stretched his limbs. His eyes grew cold as he reached out a hand toward the woman.

"A man who stands above all races."

Seize the Magic!

"You boastful bastard!" The woman scoffed, her eyes narrowing with disdain.

She had never met someone this brazen before.

Standing at the top of all races? Only a god could make such an arrogant claim.

But a second later, her expression shifted.

"What have you done to me?!"

She felt her magic draining away, like a dam that had burst. In the blink of an eye, half her power was gone.

"Obviously, I'm just borrowing your strength."

Rod grinned, his smile full of mischief.

The surging magic coursed through his body, and fiery red markings appeared on his skin, flowing with the power of magma.

With a wave of his hand, the fire element gathered and formed a cloak of flames around him.

"In recognition of the fact that you managed to hurt me, I'll try not to make your defeat too humiliating."

He had the Commandment of Kindness.

Anyone harboring hatred or malice couldn't harm him.

For this woman to injure him, she clearly couldn't be treated as an ordinary enemy.

Boom!

The raging flames exploded again, but the woman's face was grim.

The stronger the enemy, the harder it was to defeat herself.

Now, she found herself in an awkward situation—her own power was too great for even her to control easily.

This battle would be a test of their stamina, to see who could exhaust the other's magic first.

But this bastard was using her stolen power against her, meaning she was the only one at a disadvantage.

"Using my own power against me... You shameless thief."

"Power belongs to whoever wields it. Isn't it embarrassing to cry about it now?" Rod said casually, casting powerful spell after powerful spell with ease.

The immense magical energy lit up the sky above the castle, each spell radiating an overwhelming force.

Naturally, these were the spells he had stolen from her.

"So, are you going to tell me your purpose, or do I have to crush you first and make you talk?" Rod smiled, his voice teasing but with an underlying threat.

If she refused to cooperate, he wouldn't hesitate to break her pride and make her confess afterward.

"Damn you." The woman took a deep breath and stopped all her attacks.

She knew that if this continued, she would be the one to lose.

This man's abilities were far too despicable.

Seeing her cease her offense, Rod also withdrew his fiery magic.

"I am Yulia, the legendary mage of the Holy Roman Empire!"

"I came here following a prophecy, seeking someone... a girl destined to be my apprentice."

Her gaze shifted toward Brittany, who was watching fearfully from the side.

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