Chapter 10:
Eldritch Boyfriend
“So, let me get this straight,” she said, exhaling deeply. “You’re telling me that back in your time, people didn’t use money? They just… punched each other for resources?”
Carrion nodded. “Yes. The strongest took what they wanted. The weak perished.”
Elena pinched the bridge of her nose. “That’s barbaric.”
Carrion shrugged. “Efficient.”
She sighed, already feeling a headache forming. “Well, in modern society, we use money. You work for it. You don’t just take things by force.”
Carrion looked at her like she had just said the sky was green. “So… if I want something, I don’t just claim it?”
“Correct.”
Carrion nodded thoughtfully.
“Then how do I claim you?”
Elena tripped over her own feet.
“WHAT?!”
Carrion tilted his head. “You are my mate. In the past, I would simply take you, and the matter would be settled.”
Elena’s brain short-circuited.
Carrion, meanwhile, continued walking as if he hadn’t just declared something insane.
Elena hurried to catch up, her face burning.
“L-Look, relationships don’t work like that anymore!” she stammered. “You can’t just ‘claim’ people!”
Carrion gave her a long, calculating look.
“…I see.”
Elena let out a relieved sigh. Finally, he understood.
Then—
“Then what is the correct method?”
Elena almost screamed.
As they walked, Carrion suddenly froze in place.
Elena, annoyed and still flustered, turned to see what had caught his attention.
That’s when she saw them.
A couple.
Holding hands.
Carrion stared at them as if they had just committed an unspeakable crime.
His red eyes narrowed. His body tensed, analyzing the situation like a hunter stalking prey.
“…Suspicious,” he muttered.
Elena sighed. “They’re just dating. That’s normal.”
Carrion frowned. “And this—” he gestured at the couple—“is how humans claim each other?”
Elena rolled her eyes. “It’s not ‘claiming.’ It’s just affection.”
Carrion processed this.
Then—without warning—
He grabbed her hand.
Elena froze.
Her entire body locked up.
The world became distant noise.
Carrion’s grip was firm, warm, unshakable.
And worst of all—people were watching.
A noble boy from their school gasped audibly and clutched his chest like he’d been stabbed.
A passing maid from her estate let out a dramatic wail.
An old granny smiled in approval and whispered, “Ah, young love.”
Elena’s entire soul left her body.
“W-What do you think you’re doing?!” she hissed.
Carrion, utterly unbothered, turned to her.
“…Claiming you?”
Elena felt her brain implode.
“THAT’S NOT HOW THIS WORKS!”
Carrion, still holding her hand, looked down at their fingers entwined.
“…Strange,” he mused. “I feel warmth.”
Elena’s face turned red.
She yanked her hand away and stomped ahead, refusing to look back.
Carrion watched her retreating form, intrigued.
“…She is flustered,” he observed.
The noble boy collapsed dramatically.
The maid knelt, weeping.
The old granny gave Carrion a thumbs-up.
Carrion nodded back.
He did not fully understand what had happened—but he had clearly won something.
By the time they reached the school gates, the entire school was whispering.
“Elena was holding hands with someone?!”
“And not just anyone—Carrion!”
“But that guy’s basically an eldritch horror!”
A group of noble boys, heartbroken beyond repair, sat in a corner composing tragic poetry.
One of them clutched his chest. “This pain… it is exquisite…”
Another wiped a tear. “Love is but a fleeting flame…”
A third whispered, “She was our sun… and now, she is his moon.”
Meanwhile, Elena was doing everything in her power to pretend Carrion did not exist.
Carrion, however, was having the time of his life.
“…Humans enjoy drama,” he noted.
Elena groaned. “Yes, they do. So stop giving them more reasons to freak out!”
Carrion hummed.
“…If I were to grab you again and declare you mine, would it create more drama?”
Elena whirled on him, horrified.
“DON’T YOU DARE.”
Carrion grinned.
They finally entered the S-Class classroom, and the room instantly fell silent.
All eyes were on them.
Carrion, completely unbothered, strode to his seat.
Elena slumped into her chair, burying her face in her hands.
Her life was over.
Meanwhile, a girl from the front row turned to whisper to her friend.
“So… they’re dating?”
“I dunno. Maybe?”
“I heard they held hands.”
“IN PUBLIC?”
“YES.”
Carrion leaned over, resting his chin on his hand.
“Elena.”
She flinched.
“…What?”
Carrion’s red eyes glowed faintly.
“Does this mean we are officially courting?”
Elena choked on air.
“WHAT KIND OF QUESTION IS THAT?!”
Carrion blinked. “A logical one.”
Elena wanted to launch herself out the window.
The entire class was listening now, watching like this was the greatest drama of the year.
A girl silently took out popcorn.
The teacher walked in and stopped. “Wait, don’t start yet—I need coffee for this.”
Elena gritted her teeth, her face bright red.
“WE’RE NOT COURTING.”
Carrion frowned. “Then we must hold hands again until we are.”
Elena let out a strangled scream.
Carrion grinned wider.
He still did not fully understand love.
But one thing was certain—
Teasing Elena was his new favorite hobby.
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