My Yandere Girlfriend Hiding in the Dungeon Kills Me Over and Over Again - Chapter 169

Chapter 169   Disturbance

“Ehh, if Sage Nyau is truly unshaken, then I concede defeat. However, this is quite the predicament. It seems I have no more moves left. After all, the only things I possess are these two labyrinth relics: the ‘Dream Incense Burner’ and the ‘Bewitching Goblet.'”

Before Elsie’s eyes, two items appeared, floating in midair. One was an old incense burner, while the other took the shape of a golden goblet. These two items seemed to be the very cause of our suffering.

“It seems you admit defeat. But there’s still one more thing I need to ask you. Why did you steal Nyau’s magic power? What were you trying to achieve?”

Indeed, we hadn’t yet asked about the purpose of stealing magic power. Most likely, it was to summon the demon Belphegor.

“Heh…”

For some reason, Elsie gave an eerie smile.

“No, I was simply thinking of trying one last time to steal Sage Nyau’s magic.”

“Trying…?”

“I have attempted to steal Sage Nyau’s magic many times today, all to no avail. However, now that I think about it, quite a bit of time has passed since my last attempt.”

“No matter how many times you try, it’s useless. Stealing magic from Nyau is impossible.”

Nyau spoke with a calm, detached tone.

“I understand Sage Nyau’s confidence. But please, allow me this final, futile struggle.”

With that, Elsie flicked the floating golden goblet with her finger. That goblet was surely the tool used to steal magic power.

Having heard Nyau’s firm declaration, I had been inwardly relieved, thinking that no matter what Elsie did in the end, it wouldn’t be a problem.

After all, Nyau is a sage. If someone as great as her states something with such certainty, then there’s no way she could be wrong.

Or so I thought—

That moment of relief was shattered in an instant.

“—Gah!”

With a dull thud, Nyau staggered backward, clutching her abdomen.

The composed expression she had just moments ago was instantly replaced by one of agony.

“Master!?”

Lyune rushed toward Nyau in a panic.

I, too, instinctively ran forward. I still couldn’t comprehend what was happening.

“W-what’s wrong!? Master!?”

Lyune’s voice was filled with urgency.

Nyau opened her mouth as if to speak, but no words came out. Instead, a choked, blood-tinged sound trembled from her throat.

“A… ah…? W-why…?”

Her voice was frail.

Nyau’s gaze wavered as if searching for an answer, then, unsteadily, she collapsed.

Lyune desperately tried to support her, but her slender arms were too weak to hold Nyau’s weight. Both of them sank to the ground together.

“Master, stay with me! Please, Master!”

“Nyau!”

I dropped to my knees, peering into her face.

Her pale golden hair sprawled across the floor, and her eyes, once full of life, were now unfocused, as if drained of all energy.

The same woman who had just moments ago overwhelmed everyone with her confident words and presence now lay helpless and weak.

“Master… you’ll be okay, right? This is a dream, after all… No matter how injured you get, you won’t actually die… right?”

Lyune’s voice cracked with anxiety.

She was right—this was a dream. If that were the case, then Nyau shouldn’t be in any real danger, no matter how much pain she was in.

“N-no… it’s not that simple. Nyau’s magic power… it’s been completely drained. I-if this continues…!”

Nyau tried to explain the situation, but before she could finish, her strength gave out, and her words faded away.

“That’s right… For a magician, the sudden loss of magic power causes severe mental damage. If this keeps up, things could get really bad.”

Since Nyau was too weak to speak, Lyune explained in her place.

In this dream world, physical injuries didn’t matter—but mental damage was a different story.

And a rapid depletion of magic power seemed to have a direct impact on the mind.

Gasping for breath, I moved closer to Nyau and supported her shoulders.

“Nyau, stay with me…!”

She was breathing shallowly, struggling to suppress what sounded like pained groans. Her unfocused eyes tried desperately to look in my direction.

“What the hell am I supposed to do…?”

Beside me, Lyune called out to her in a tearful voice, over and over.

“Master, you’re still okay, right? Please, say something…!”

Nyau tried to say something through her ragged breaths, but no words came out. Her lips only trembled weakly.

Leaning in close, Lyune and I continued speaking to her, desperately trying to keep her conscious.

But Nyau’s face was growing paler by the second—she looked as if she could lose consciousness at any moment.