Reborn as an Yandere : Yandere X Yandere

Elara was about to cut Kaelith in two.  

His sword gleamed under the dim light, slicing through the air—  

But before it could reach her, thick green vines burst from the ground, wrapping around his body like living chains.  

"What the—?"  

He struggled, trying to move, but the plants tightened around him, growing thicker and stronger with each passing second.  

Elara gritted his teeth and forced himself free, tearing through the vines with sheer strength. But more kept growing, even faster this time, twisting around him like a wild beast refusing to let go.  

Realizing he was at a disadvantage, he clicked his tongue and retreated.  

And then—  

A cheerful voice echoed through the battlefield.  

"No need to worry, Third Division is here!"  

It was a man’s voice, full of confidence.  

Lilith, barely conscious, lifted her head.  

Through her blurry vision, she saw them—  

The Third Division.  

Lortell’s group.  

The one who had spoken was Verdes, a tall, broad-shouldered man with messy green hair and matching sharp eyes. His muscular build and delinquent-like face made him look intimidating, but the easygoing grin on his lips showed he was far from serious.  

Even in her weakened state, a faint smile appeared on Lilith’s face before she finally lost consciousness, her body collapsing onto the ground.  

Verdes landed smoothly, followed by four more members of the Third Division. But among them, one stood out the most—  

A woman dressed in a nun’s robe, her body almost ghost-like, floating in the air. A blindfold covered her eyes, giving her an eerie presence.  

Meldia, the Dark Nun.  

She pressed her fingers together in a prayer, her soft voice carrying an unearthly chill.  

"Dark spirits… heed my call."  

The ground beneath them cracked.  

From the shadows, eerie figures began to rise, their twisted forms resembling undead warriors. Each one radiated power, at least at a B-rank strength.  

But Meldia wasn’t done.  

She slowly raised one hand, dark energy swirling around her palm.  

The energy grew denser, twisting and compressing into a massive, black sphere that pulsed like a hungry void.  

"Dark Vortex."  

With a flick of her wrist, she hurled the sphere straight at Elara.  

The dark mass roared through the air, expanding as it neared him, like a miniature black hole that could swallow everything in its path.  

But Elara was no ordinary opponent.  

His eyes sharpened.  

"Time Cutting Edge."  

He swung his sword.  

A rift in time and space rippled outward like a blade of pure distortion—  

Swoosh!

The Dark Vortex was sliced cleanly in half.  

The two halves of the sphere twisted and collapsed in on themselves before vanishing.  

But the attack didn’t stop there.  

The same space-cutting wave surged forward, heading straight for Meldia.  

Her blindfolded eyes widened in shock.  

She barely had time to react—  

Boom!  

A dark barrier formed in front of her at the last second.  

But the force of the attack was too great.  

The barrier shattered, and a sharp wave of energy grazed her cheek.  

A thin line of blood appeared.  

Silence followed.  

Meldia lifted a hand and touched the cut on her face.  

Then, she let out a small chuckle.  

"A S-rank… is an S-rank after all."

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Elara was locked in a fierce battle against Verdes, Meldia, and two other male members of the Third Division. Their attacks clashed against his power, shaking the ground beneath them.  

Meanwhile, one woman stood back, not joining the fight. Her name was Mary—a support-type mage. She wasn’t skilled in direct combat, so she focused on watching over her allies.  

But Kaelith?  

She didn’t care about the battle at all.  

Her mind was only on one person.  

"Maruti!"  

Tears still ran down her face as she rushed forward, catching Maruti just before she could collapse to the ground.  

Maruti’s lips curled into a weak smirk.  

"Lizard… cough… cough…" Blood dripped from her mouth.  

Kaelith’s breath hitched.  

"I guess this is the end," Maruti mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper. "I still have regrets… I wanted to try all those dishes at the restaurant—"  

Her body stopped moving.  

Her eyes stopped blinking.  

She was dead.  

"MARUTI!!"  

Kaelith’s scream echoed through the battlefield.  

Her hands trembled as she held Maruti’s lifeless body.  

But then—  

A small blink.  

"Huh?" Maruti’s voice suddenly came out. "Why am I not dead?"  

Kaelith’s tear-filled eyes widened in shock. She blinked rapidly, unable to process what just happened.  

"Hyaa!.."Maruti sat up and touched her stomach, feeling around her wound.  

"Ohhh… the sword didn’t pierce my vital organs!" she realized. "I avoided a fatal wound! I’m alive!"  

She turned to Kaelith, expecting her to be relieved.  

But—  

Kaelith was completely frozen, staring at her with wide eyes.  

Maruti scratched her cheek awkwardly.  

"Umm… miracle… miracle… miracle.. I got resurrected?"  She cheered.

But before she could say another word—  

Kaelith lunged forward, grabbed Maruti’s face, and locked their lips together in a deep, passionate kiss.  

Maruti’s eyes went round as Kaelith’s warmth pressed against her.  

Kaelith didn’t hold back, pouring all her emotions into the kiss.  

And when she finally pulled away, a thin string of saliva connected their lips.  

"Don’t ever do something like that again!" Kaelith’s voice trembled—not with anger, but with fear and relief.  

It was so unlike her usual confident, dominating tone.  

For a moment, they just stared at each other, frozen in place, lost in the intensity of the moment.  

Kaelith’s silver eyes were filled with something undeniable—love.  

But then—  

BAM!

Maruti kicked Kaelith straight in the face.  

"What’s with that dramatic line, huh, lizard?" she huffed.  

Kaelith, recovering from the hit, rubbed her face and scowled. "What? I was just worried about you!"  

Maruti’s expression shifted.  

She suddenly looked away, her usual confident smile nowhere to be seen.  

Her face lowered slightly, her voice quieter.  

"Don’t be concerned about me," she muttered. "We’re not in any kind of relationship."  

Kaelith frowned, sensing something different in her tone.  

Maruti hugged her legs looking away at ground below 

"People get attached too easily," she continued, voice filled with something heavy. "And when they do… it only hurts more later."  

A painful silence hung between them.  

Kaelith’s lips pressed into a thin line. Then—  

"Are you a tsundere?" she asked with a blank face.  

Maruti’s head snapped toward her.  

"You bastard—!!"  

WHAM!

She kicked Kaelith again.

And just like that, the serious moment dissolved into a chaotic cat fight between the two.  

They rolled on the ground, throwing weak punches and kicks at each other like bickering children.  

Then—  

A gentle green light washed over Maruti’s body.  

Her wounds faded. Her pain vanished.  

"Alright, enough, lovebirds," Verdes’ voice interrupted.  

Both girls stopped mid-fight, turning toward Verdes.  

He stood there with his arms crossed, but his eyes weren’t on them.  

He was watching Elara carefully.  

"I healed you," he said casually. "Now take Ms. Lilith and get out of here."  

Kaelith frowned. "How come you all are here? Isn’t communication blocked in this area?"  

Verdes blinked. "Huh? We got a letter from the captain."  

"A letter?" Kaelith’s expression darkened.  

"Yeah," Verdes continued. "She said there was a secret mission and told us to come at this exact time. We were a few minutes late, though. Who cares, haha—"  

He scratched the back of his head and laughed.  

But then—  

He suddenly looked around, his confusion growing.  

"Wait… where is the captain, anyway?" he asked. His carefree tone dropped slightly. "And this is the secret mission? I don’t fully understand, but… I think the principal is the villain here?"  

His words made the rest of the Third Division glance at each other uneasily.  

They had come here because their captain had summoned them.  

But now—  

She wasn’t even here.  

Something was wrong.  

And none of them had any idea what was really going on.  

Because the one who sent that letter…  

Wasn’t their captain.  

It was Esdeath.  

Yes.  

She had planned for this from the very beginning.  

She needed the Third Division to arrive at the perfect time.  

To keep Elara busy.  

So she could deal with her clone.  

But how?  

How did Esdeath make the Third Division follow her orders?  

It all started a long time ago.  

Back in the first arc—before Esdeath turned back time—Lortell had given her many things.  

One of those things was Loyalty Essence, which she had used on her ZK-20 weapon.  

But that wasn’t all.  

Lortell had also given her a Rank B Golden Flying Letter Essence Stone.  

But more importantly—  

The letter had an official Third Division Commander’s stamp.  

At the time, Esdeath thought Lortell had given it to her so they could communicate easily.  

She hadn’t expected the academy to force students to live in dorms.  

Or that Lortell would end up in the next room to her.  

So, in the end, the letter had become useless.  

At that time, Esdeath had stared at it and grumbled—  

"But honestly, is she an idiot?"  

She had held the letter up, annoyed.  

"If I sent this to someone with a message written on it, they'd think it came from Lortell herself. Why give me something so valuable if it can be used to stir up trouble?"  

Shaking her head, she had tossed it behind her like trash.  

She hadn’t cared where it landed.  

But now?  

This time, she used it to its fullest.  

She wrote a letter to Verdes, Meldia, and the other three strongest members of the Third Division.  

Telling them to come.  

But not at the start.  

Because Esdeath wasn’t some hero.  

She only wanted them to arrive at the perfect time—  

When it would benefit her the most.  

And in the end—  

Everything went according to her plan.

(If you forgot, Just read chapter 147's last parts, You'll understand)