Chapter 305: Lifting The Curse Final Part
Adrian gave one last glance at the serene scene before him — the two sisters, clinging to their mother with trembling hands and hopeful smiles.
He exhaled softly, a warmth lingering in his chest, then turned toward the door.
Seraphina followed silently behind him, the soft click of the door closing leaving the Everhart sisters in peace.
The corridor outside was quiet, dimly lit by crystal sconces casting golden hues across the stone walls.
The heavy air of tension that once saturated the manor now felt lighter, as if the curse's shadow had finally lifted for good.
Adrian walked a few steps ahead before pausing near a tall window that overlooked the courtyard.
He gazed outward, arms folded behind his back, lost in thought. Seraphina came up beside him, her eyes not on the scenery, but on him.
Without a word, she raised a hand and gently stroked his cheek, her touch soft and lingering. Adrian blinked, turning his head toward her.
"I feel quite proud to be your woman," Seraphina said with a small, knowing smile. "The way you cared for Isolda… kept your promise to Christine and Chris... it wasn't just noble. It was deeply kind."
Her fingers brushed back a stray strand of his hair as her expression shifted to something more teasing.
"If I'm ever cursed or endangered, I expect that same heroic effort, Adrian Everhart. I want my own tearful, dramatic rescue."
Adrian narrowed his eyes playfully. "You? Get cursed? You are even stronger than me."
He reached up and pinched her nose gently, making her blink. "But even so, I'd make sure you never even come close to such danger. That goes for all of you."
Seraphina laughed softly, eyes crinkling.
"Protective dragon," she murmured, amusement dancing in her voice. "You say that like you're going to wrap us all in silk cocoons and hide us from the world."
"Not hide," Adrian said, his tone serious now, but still warm. "Shield. Support. And when needed… destroy anything that dares threaten what's mine."
Her lips curved into a smirk at his words, but her eyes softened. "Such a terrifying romantic," she said, leaning in and pressing a light kiss on his cheek.
"Just don't forget… some of us like a little danger now and then."
Adrian arched a brow. "Then stay close. Because where I go, danger tends to follow."
They stood there for a moment longer, side by side in quiet understanding, watching the night settle around the Everhart manor.
Inside, healing had begun. Outside, peace reigned — at least for now.
Seraphina tucked her arm through Adrian's as they walked slowly through the corridor, the quiet echo of their steps marking the end of a long, painful chapter… and the beginning of something new.
As Adrian and Seraphina continued their quiet walk through the manor's corridor, the soft hush of night wrapped around them like a comforting cloak.
The occasional flicker of torchlight painted their faces in gold, and their footsteps echoed faintly along the marble floor.
Eventually, they reached the drawing room — a large, elegant chamber warmed by a crackling fireplace and filled with familiar voices.
Inside were the other women of the household: Isabella seated near the hearth with a cup of tea in hand, Sophia pacing near the window, Eve lounging with arms crossed but alert, and Rosalyn seated on the edge of a velvet settee, worry etched across her face.
All eyes turned toward Adrian and Seraphina the moment they stepped through the door.
“Adrian!” Isabella rose instantly, her voice trembling with both concern and anticipation. “We felt the surge of mana earlier.How is Yosolda now? Did you manage to lift the curse?”
Sophia stepped forward, eyes sharp. “Yes, hurry up little brother and tell us.”
Adrian offered a small but reassuring smile as he took a step further into the room.
“The curse has been lifted. Isolda is resting peacefully now. Christine and Chris are with her.”
The room fell silent for half a heartbeat, and then it erupted with relieved gasps and murmured prayers of thanks.
Isabella covered her mouth with one hand, eyes glistening. “Oh, thank the heavens…”
Rosalyn visibly relaxed, her hands trembling slightly in her lap.
“Finally you did it. Thank god, poor Yosolda can now finally get to live a normal life. Chris and Chrisitine can now live their live to their fullest without worries.”
Sophia let out a slow breath, her usual sharp edge softened. “Good. They deserve this peace.”
Eve gave a small nod, expression unreadable but gaze warmer than usual. “About damn time something went right.”
The group quickly rose, a shared thought passing between them — they wanted to see Isolda for themselves.
“We should probably go check on her,” Isabella said, her voice filled with emotion, what everyone in the room was thinking.
Seraphina started to linger beside Adrian, her hand brushing his arm gently as if intending to stay. “You go ahead,” she murmured. “I’ll—”
But she was cut off as Sophia suddenly latched onto her wrist. “Oh no you don’t Aunt. You had enough alone time with him.”
“Yes, come along, Lady Seraphina,” Rosalyn chimed in, a playful lilt in her voice. “We’re not letting you sneak off for private time while we go check on Isolda.”
Eve smirked. “Can’t let you steal a march on the rest of us.”
Before Seraphina could protest, the women surrounded her like a coordinated whirlwind, herding her toward the door with amused grins and light tugs.
“Traitors,” Seraphina muttered with mock indignation, though a smile tugged at her lips.
Adrian watched the scene unfold with a low chuckle as Seraphina gave him a resigned look over her shoulder.
He simply waved her off, and with a huff and a small wink, she let herself be swept away by the others.
The room quieted once more, the distant sound of their laughter echoing faintly down the hall.
Now alone, Adrian exhaled slowly and glanced toward the high windows where the moonlight spilled in.
The weight of the past hours pressed down on him, not heavily, but enough to remind him how much had happened.
He turned and made his way toward his quarters, the manor finally silent.
For tonight, at last, peace had returned.