633,

Having made up her mind, Yuna silently watched Cyclone.

He had changed. She thought she understood the man before her well enough, yet now she couldn't see through him at all.

From a lecherous brat, he'd slowly grown into an adult.

Only now did Yuna realize that she was the one who hadn't grown—despite working hard to relearn magic.

The Cyclone who used to think of nothing but drowning in lust had become a man with thoughts of his own, yet who was still drowning in lust.

“Sigh…”

Yuna let out a soft sigh, then spoke.

“Little Dragon, Eileen…”

For the man she loved most, Yuna should also do everything she could.

“The three of us will work together to stall that damn siscon.”

The only thing Yuna could do was buy Cyclone more time.

Looking at Elyse's guardian, Yuna said,

“Take Elyse and leave.”

Just as Tiny's guardian nodded in agreement, Elyse stepped forward.

“But if anything happens, at—at the very least, I can try talking to my brother…”

“Wife, go. Quickly.”

Cyclone cut Elyse off and spoke gently.

“It's all right.”

With that, Cyclone began the surgery. With Hilmirya at his side, every tool they needed was already prepared.

Meanwhile, Yuna approached Elyse, who was still standing there, and gently placed a hand on her shoulder.

“Since Cyclone has made his decision, you should think about your own safety and Feng'er's safety first.”

“That's right. Time is running short, and your safety is what worries us most.”

Little Dragon also stepped forward, trying to make Elyse understand that everyone was worried not only about Cyclone, but about her as well—as they would be about family.

After Elyse nodded in agreement, everyone exchanged one more look.

Then Yuna, Little Dragon, and Eileen set out together.

The three of them left through the church's main entrance and headed toward the place where the signal flare had been fired earlier.

At the end, Elyse took one last look at Cyclone and left him with a simple sentence.

“Be careful. Don't die…”

With that, Elyse followed her guardian and left through the small door at the back of the church.

Taking over from Yuna, Hilmirya became Cyclone's first nurse and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Their eyes met. They didn't need to speak—they already knew what the other wanted to say.

“It's all right. I'm already yours. Even if it's hell, I'll stay here and face it with you.”

That was what Hilmirya said.

After hearing those words, Cyclone's heartbeat began to slow.

At this moment, he had the support of the wives he loved—and who loved him in return.

Cyclone no longer felt nervous.

Or rather, from the moment he understood what he truly wanted, his hands and feet had achieved a steadiness he'd never felt before.

His entire body reached a silent consensus in that moment. To maximize the chances of saving Eumerika, Cyclone's consciousness entered an entirely new realm.

Everything in his vision seemed to stand still as the surgery proceeded smoothly.

He widened the wound a little further—not much, only two millimeters.

After confirming the point where the faint smoke was escaping from, Cyclone seemed to see straight through Eumerika's body and pinpointed the bullet's exact location.

With his vision pushed to its limits, Cyclone quickly removed the bullet.

Then, with practiced movements, he stitched the wound closed, completing the entire procedure at high speed.

But hand speed had its limits. No matter how fast Cyclone was, there was still a physical limit he couldn't surpass.

All that remained was to trust that Yuna and the others would buy him enough time.

“The surgery's finished, right?”

The instant the surgery was completed, a woman's voice suddenly rang out.

Cyclone turned around and saw a slender straight sword pointed at him.

Silver short hair, purple eyes—an unexpected crisis had already appeared silently before Cyclone.