Reborn as an Yandere : Yandere X Yandere

Esdeath grinned, her red eyes glowing under the moonlight.  

"I'm the one who made you regress," she said in an icy cold voice.  

Then, without looking at Ethan, her gaze shifted slightly to his right.  

"Isn't that right... Gareth?"  

Ethan's heart nearly stopped.  

Gareth?

But that was impossible. Gareth was just a soul—something that normal people couldn’t see and it was mighty gareth's soul at that. Even Kaelith was still early to see him. Only someone like Elara or Lilith should have been able to notice him.  

But what they didn't knew was Esdeath had spiritual eyes, she could see him as clearly as daylight.

Floating in the air beside Ethan, Gareth flinched. His translucent form trembled as panic flashed across his face.  

"She… she can see me?" he thought, his mind racing.  

"Lies!" Ethan shouted, his voice filled with denial. "You're lying!"  

But deep down, something gnawed at him.  

If she was lying, how did she know about Gareth?  

How did she know about the past?  

Esdeath scoffed. "Do I really need to explain everything from the beginning?"  

She folded her arms, her tone dripping with amusement. "I planned this carefully. But I didn’t just want to turn back time—I needed someone who wouldn’t give up, someone strong, someone who could help me."  

Her lips curled into a smirk. "And you, Ethan, were the perfect choice. The embodiment of hope. A man with a righteous aura."  

She spoke as if it was the absolute truth, as if she had chosen him like a piece in a grand game.  

But then—  

A flicker of disappointment crossed her face.  

She sighed, shaking her head. "But from the way you're acting right now… it feels like I made a mistake."  

Her sharp gaze landed on Gareth, a teasing smile tugging at her lips.  

"What do you think, Gareth?" she asked playfully. "Wouldn’t I have been a better choice? I could kill Kirmada for you—easy peasy."  

Gareth’s soul shuddered. His voice was firm, without hesitation.  

"Never," he said coldly. "You reek of evil."  

Esdeath chuckled, unfazed by his rejection. "Fufufu… well, that’s true." She placed a hand on her hip, grinning. "But in the end, I’m still doing a good thing, aren’t I?"  

Ethan narrowed his eyes. His grip on his sword tightened.  

"Wait a minute," he said cautiously. "How do you know about our conversation about Kirmada?"  

Esdeath’s smirk deepened.  

"Of course I would know," she said as if it were obvious.  

She raised a hand and tapped her temple.  

"I was the one who turned back time. A big shot. And as your constellation, I created the system for you."  

She let out a long sigh, stretching her arms as if tired.  

"I gave you everything I had left instead of keeping it for myself," she continued. "Do you have any idea how hard that was?"  

Ethan remained silent, his breath uneven.  

Esdeath's expression softened for just a second.  

"I used to be a man, you know," she said, almost lazily. "Green hair, blue eyes. A gentle, righteous person."  

Then, she grinned again.  

"But as a sacrifice for this regression, my entire existence was erased. No one remembers me. Not even the world itself while keeping your existence fully."  

She tilted her head.  

"You should be thankful to me, Ethan."

"You and righteous?" Gareth scoffed, shaking his head. "Don’t make me laugh."  

But Ethan was too confused to argue. His thoughts were a mess.  

"Wait… what? That system… it came from you?" he asked, his voice rising. "Constellations create systems? What kind of god were you before?"  

He bombarded Esdeath with questions, struggling to make sense of everything.  

But before Esdeath could answer, Gareth turned to him, frowning.  

"You have a system, Ethan?"  

Ethan hesitated, then nodded.  

Gareth closed his eyes and stroked his beard, deep in thought.  

"Hmm… Then she might be telling the truth," he muttered. "Constellations do create systems. It’s a long story, and I’ll explain later, but for now… just accept what she says."  

Ethan clenched his fists but eventually lowered his sword.  

Not because he trusted Esdeath.  

But because he trusted Gareth.  

Esdeath smirked. "Good. We don’t have much time. I need your help."  

Her eyes gleamed as she continued, "You recently got a Wolf Stealth Amplification skill, right?"  

Ethan stiffened.  

"How do you—"  

"Of course, I’d know," Esdeath interrupted smoothly. "It was mine to begin with."  

Ethan’s body tensed. Every time she spoke, she revealed something even more shocking.  

Esdeath crossed her arms. "Now, listen. I know you’re looking for Violet. And I also know exactly where she is right now."  

Ethan’s eyes widened.  

Violet…  

He almost lost his composure, but this time, he forced himself to stay calm.  

After everything Esdeath had already said, nothing surprised him anymore.  

Esdeath stepped closer, lowering her voice.  

"We can’t get to her without your stealth skill. So, I want you to cast it on both of us, and we’ll go together."  

Ethan didn't hesitate.  

"Alright, I’m using it now—"  

But before he could activate the skill, Esdeath grabbed his wrist, stopping him.  

"Not yet," she said with a sly grin.  

Ethan frowned. "Why?"  

"There’s still one more person who’s joining us."  

She smirked knowingly.  

Ethan had a bad feeling.  

And then—  

Esdeath turned around and ran.  

"Just stay here!" she called over her shoulder. "I’ll be back soon. And don’t you dare follow me!"  

Ethan watched her disappear into the distance, gripping his sword tightly.  

He didn’t like this.  

Not one bit.

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Esdeath ran through the academy grounds, cutting down any monsters that got in her way. Even the low-level anomaly-class monsters were nothing but an annoyance to her.  

She was still feeling the effects of the potion Lortell had given her. It had temporarily boosted her strength to Rank B, making her feel unstoppable.  

"Tsk, these weaklings are wasting my time," she muttered in frustration, slashing through another monster without slowing down.  

After making her way through the academy gardens, she stopped and waited.  

She was supposed to meet someone.  

Maruti.  

But after waiting for fifteen minutes, there was still no sign of her.  

Esdeath frowned and tried to contact her, but got no response.  

"Tch… Looks like she ran into trouble," she muttered, shaking her head. "I guess I'll have to do this alone."  

She sighed, then left the garden, walking calmly as if the chaos around her was nothing more than the sound of birds chirping.  

But then—  

She suddenly felt it.  

A powerful, bold aura.  

She stopped in her tracks, her sharp eyes scanning the area.  

And then she saw it.  

A massive wolf stood before her. Its body was covered in thick blue fur, and a single horn jutted out from its forehead, crackling with electricity.  

"A Lightning Charm Wolf?" Esdeath smirked, recognizing the creature immediately.  

It was a Rank B beast.  

Unlike the injured one Calista had fought before, this one was in perfect condition.  

But Esdeath felt no fear.  

Instead, her lips curled into a wild grin.  

"Alright, let's see what you’ve got," she challenged.  

The wolf howled, and lightning surged from its horn, crackling across the ground.  

Esdeath tensed, ready to face the attack head-on—  

But before they could clash, a figure suddenly appeared between them.  

A bright green magic circle flared to life, blocking the lightning wave.  

Esdeath’s eyes narrowed in surprise.  

"What the— Who are you?"  

The young man turned his head slightly, his green eyes meeting hers. His green hair swayed in the wind, and despite the intense situation, he smirked.  

"Me?" he said casually. "I'm your ex-fiancé."  

Silence.  

The world seemed to freeze.  

Esdeath’s mind went blank as she stared at him, her red eyes wide in shock.  

For a moment, neither of them spoke.  

Then, the young man turned back to the wolf, his body tensed as he kept the magic barrier up.  

"Now’s not the time to talk about this," he said, panting. "I’ll block him— You need to run—"  

But before he could finish his sentence—  

BANG!  

The sharp crack of a gunshot echoed through the battlefield.  

The young man’s body jerked.  

A bullet had pierced straight through his forehead.  

His green eyes widened in shock as he stumbled, turning slightly—  

And the last thing he saw was Esdeath, standing there, holding a gun.  

Thud!  

His body collapsed to the ground.  

Lifeless.  

Esdeath lowered her gun, her face cold and emotionless.  

"Ex?" she scoffed, stepping over his corpse. "There’s no ex. My first and last is only Lortell."