Card Apprentice Daily Log

Chapter 2676: Soulmates

Date: Unspecified

Time: Unspecified

Location: Myriad Realms, Card World, Southern Region, Blossom District, Sky Blossom City, TSR Guild Headquarters

The golden energy shifted and condensed into a clearly defined female figure in an elegant evening dress, while the last traces of golden energy flowed down her long hair and along the fabric before slowly dissipating. Her presence was striking, with an unmistakably majestic aura which pressed down on the surroundings like the perfect centerpiece, attracting all eyes.

Kiren and Christina stood frozen, breath trapped in their throats. Every instinct screamed at them to leave.

Ignoring that warning, Christina shouted, "Sansa Baylor? I knew it. Something was wrong with him from the start. Did you corrupt him?"

Horror widened Kiren’s eyes as Wyatt’s annoyed gaze slid toward them, followed by Sansa’s openly amused one. Sansa Baylor, the Matron. Her reputation alone made her presence suffocating.

The five regions were not ready to learn the truth of her Paw Clan, and despite knowing what she had done, no one wanted to make an enemy of her. She knew far too much about them, far more than they knew about themselves. For a prestigious family, that kind of imbalance was more frightening than a psychotic killer roaming free.

"Did I corrupt him? Me, corrupt him? Oh, honey," Sansa laughed lightly. She slowly circled around me before stopping at my side. "Can a sea corrupt an ocean? No, sweetie. You see, people like us, we’re born like this. Stick around, and you might get to see the real him."

"Enough. Don’t make me repeat myself," I warned, my gaze fixed on Sansa and never wavering.

Kiren reacted instantly. She seized Christina and dragged her away with all her strength, cutting her off mid-sentence. "Wyatt, don’t tell me she’s the big gun you were talking about—"

I kept my memory of Sansa suppressed, leaving the Hive Spirit to remember her in my place, ensuring she couldn’t manifest behind me at my weakest moment to kill or seal me. But when Sansa’s call reached me, those sealed memories resurfaced. Before I could even respond, she used my memory of her as an anchor and arrived in person.

I wasn’t surprised by that alone. I knew the abilities of her origin card. What truly caught me off guard was that she had come in her original body. After our last meeting, I had assumed her cautious nature would never allow that. Yet she stood here now, unmistakably present, in her original body.

Sansa smirked. "Are you sure you want to take that tone with me? Right beneath my feet lies everything you’ve worked for, everything you care about. A blink of an eye. That’s all I need—"

"Get on your knees before I make you," I cut in, letting the command stand on its own.

Sansa’s smirk widened further. "It seems you have a lot more to lose now than the last time we met, Wyatt."

"Yeah, I do. But I wonder if losing them would hurt me the same way it would hurt you when I’m done with the one thing you care for," I said, deliberately provoking her. "Go on. Show me whether I love those three as much as you love your husband. I want to know."

Sansa’s body went rigid at my words. They were insane, yet they made sense to her. Once, she too had gone around killing people who mattered to her husband, just to feel the unbearable pain that filled her heart as she watched him break, devastated and hollow. It reminded her of how much he meant to her, keeping her grand ambitions firmly anchored around him.

Sansa was insane, but at her core, she was a hopeless romantic. She believed that every person had a single destined counterpart. Baylor was hers. That belief shaped how she judged everything else. Because of it, she never saw Susan, Anna, and Jill as my true love.

I might have liked them, but liking wasn’t the same as loving. If I truly loved even one of them, I would have given myself entirely to her. I wouldn’t have hurt her repeatedly by forcing her to share me with two others, day after day.

More importantly, Sansa was bound by a demon contract she had signed with me. Unless she discovered a way to circumvent it, she could not directly harm me or anyone around me. Even so, she kept pushing. Like a lioness in a circus, she tested her ringmaster, not to escape, but to see whether the whip would fall.

At that moment, she understood that the leverage she thought she possessed might never have existed at all. I seized that opening and summoned my Celestial Blood Fate Domain, restricting it to the terrace of the TSR main tower. My voice was cold as I issued the command, "Since you don’t want to, then get on your knees and finish what we couldn’t last time."

"Come on, Wyatt. I thought we’d passed the point of asserting our dominance and could joke around a little," Sansa tried to brush off my command to which I warned, "Do it on your own or I will make you."

"Make me. But before you do, know this. I came here to lend a helping hand," Sansa said defiantly. She would rather die than let me sully her.

"Kneel," I uttered. Inside the celestial blood rule domain, the command took effect instantly. Sansa’s knees bent, striking the cold concrete. Her heart lurched downward, her breath paused as her vision aligned with my crotch. I let that moment linger in silence, let the image burn in her mind, before leaning close to her ear and whispering, "Now I allow you to beg. Show me how much you love your husband."

"The Masters ordered the Supreme Leader to deploy his undead legion and capture you tonight," Sansa said, discarding all pretense of small talk she had earlier. "After witnessing your battle with the Emissary of Light, the Supreme Leader isn’t confident that he and his legion can complete the mission alone. That’s why he recruited me and the Emissary of Light to assist him in capturing you."