Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons

Chapter 752 - Taming the Fifth Year - Weight of Truth - 3

Renʼs mana felt tense in ways sheʼd never perceived before, anxiety radiating from his spiritual energy like heat from fire. Controlled but present, impossible for her enhanced senses to miss.

Still, she walked toward him and took his hand to begin the dance because retreating now would mean acknowledging something was wrong. ʼPlease let nothing be wrong…ʼ

The music started with that familiar melody that should have been comforting but instead felt ominous.

Fortunately everything seemed normal in the execution if not in the internal feeling...

Hours passed and Luna finally relaxed.

And while they moved in steps theyʼd practiced so many times the movements had become automatic, Luna allowed herself to feel something she normally didnʼt.

Gratitude…

For her life.

For the small yet wonderful moments like this.

Gratitude that felt almost painful in its intensity.

ʼThank you,ʼ she thought while they danced, while his hand guided her with certainty through patterns that had become second nature. ʼFor being here. For not running when I told you how hard my situation is. For not looking at me with pity or like Iʼm just a broken victim who needs to be saved as quickly as possible.ʼ

ʼThank you for just... being here when I need you most.ʼ

The image of Lunaʼs mother saying something similar when she was small crossed her mind unbidden, memory surfacing from depths where she usually kept it buried.

ʼThank you for just... being my daughter, being here.ʼ

The thought arrived without invitation but with force that made her miss a step she immediately corrected. That wasnʼt the first time…

Lately Luna thought about her mother more often than she had in years.

Maybe it was being close to Ren, who somehow made her feel secure in ways she hadnʼt experienced since she was a child.

Safe to be vulnerable without that vulnerability being used against her. Safe to show cracks in an armor sheʼd spent years forging. Safe to admit she wasnʼt always strong and didnʼt always have answers.

Like her mother had made her feel back when the world was simple and love seemed like it could protect you from anything.

Lykea had never expected Luna to be strong all the time, had never judged her moments of weakness or fear with disappointment or frustration. Sheʼd just held her daughter close and declared with her characteristic intensity that everything would be fine because love was stronger than anything else in the world.

Luna had thought that was dramatic back then, had rolled her eyes at declarations that seemed excessive when you didnʼt understand what losing them would feel like.

Now sheʼd give anything to hear those words one more time, and would never roll her eyes at that embarrassing affection sheʼd taken for granted when it was abundant.

But Renʼs mana pulsed again with that anxious tension that didnʼt belong in someone usually so firm and controlled.

And his smile, the one heʼd been maintaining with visible effort, faltered for just an instant. Not long enough for most people to catch. But Luna had been watching him so intently that the microscopic crack in his composure registered as big as the worldʼs rift.

Something in that expression made her blood go cold.

Luna froze for half a second before forcing herself to continue dancing, but the rhythm had been broken internally even if her body maintained the steps through muscle memory.

ʼNo...ʼ

She knew that expression with terrible certainty. Had seen it before even if sheʼd been too young to fully understand what it meant at the time.

Years ago when her world had ended while sheʼd been too small to stop it or even comprehend what was being taken until the absence became permanent.

That day when her parents left her alone with promises they couldnʼt keep...

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THE DAY EVERYTHING CHANGED - LUNAʼS POV

Little Lunaʼs day had begun like any other normal morning in a childhood that felt like it would last forever.

Her mother had woken her with kisses scattered across her face, declaring with dramatic flair that made the servants smile despite themselves, ”Itʼs the most beautiful day because my perfect star is awake!”

Luna had rolled her eyes but couldnʼt suppress the smile that tugged at her lips despite the feigned annoyance. Because that was her mother. That was how sheʼd always been… overwhelming in her affection, embarrassing in her intensity, impossible to stay irritated with for long.

Theyʼd eaten breakfast together in the gardens where the best flowers bloomed only under twelve moonsʼ light. Her mother had insisted on feeding her personally despite Lunaʼs protests that she could eat by herself, that she was getting too old for this treatment.

”But letting my beautiful baby eat alone would waste precious time I could spend looking at your perfect little face!” Lykea had declared with such earnest delight that Luna couldnʼt even pretend indignation.

”Mom, youʼre so embarrassing,” Luna had murmured, but sheʼd let herself be fed anyway because some part of her had enjoyed the attention even while the rest of her had pretended not to.

Theyʼd played in the gardens after, her mother chasing her between flowerbeds while Luna shrieked with laughter that echoed off the stone walls. Simple joy that sensed infinite when you were seven and didnʼt understand that infinity could end abruptly.

It was a normal day... Happy. Perfect in its mundane simplicity.

The kind of day that only became precious in retrospect when you realized how fragile happiness was and how quickly it could be stolen.

The tremors began with violence that shattered peace like glass.

Soft at first, barely noticeable vibrations that made the water in the fountains ripple strangely. Then stronger, ground trembling in ways that violated natural law. Building intensity that spoke of something massive and wrong happening beneath their feet.

The guards appeared running with expressions that transformed her motherʼs smile into focused concern. ”Lady Lykea! Lady Luna! You need to go to the castle refuge immediately!”

Her mother hadnʼt hesitated or asked questions that would waste time. Sheʼd grabbed Luna and run with a speed that made the garden blur around them, protective instinct overriding everything else.

They were at the safest place in a blink.

But then her mother seemed to sense something, her fatherʼs mana in distress.

Lykea left Luna under the guardsʼ protection with kisses that felt different somehow, more intense than usual as if her mother was trying to pour years of love into a single moment. And then sheʼd run toward where Sirius needed her because thatʼs what partners did, they saved each other.

Luna had watched her mother disappear around the corner, her hair catching light to show its blue nature under the black one last time before shadows swallowed her figure.

She hadnʼt known it would be the last time sheʼd see her mother move, the last glimpse of life that would be stolen and transformed into a crystal prison.

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