Reborn In A Perverse Monster World! My System Adapts To Everything!-Chapter 19: Day 1 Comes To An End.

Ylva kept low on the rooftop, her ears perked and twitching as she watched the guards below. Jason lay beside her, still catching his breath from the sudden escape and the intense moment they had shared in the room.

The guards searched the area with surprising thoroughness. They moved in pairs, kicking open doors of nearby buildings, shining bright lantern lights into alleys, and even climbing up fire escapes to check higher levels. Their movements were sharp and coordinated, far more serious than a simple tavern disturbance would warrant. It looked like they were searching for someone important — or dangerous.

Ylva noticed they were taking this a little too serious, like they were hunting a fugitive rather than looking for a guest who skipped out on a room. Her nose wrinkled as she sniffed the air again.

"It couldn’t be you," she whispered to Jason. "You are not an elf. The receptionist noted that specifically when she saw you."

Jason stayed quiet, but there was something incredibly worrying in this area. He had been playful about the whole "elf" misunderstanding earlier, cracking jokes to get a free room, but now the weight of it settled in his gut. They were safe thanks to Ylva’s quick thinking and her werewolf strength, but there was no telling what awaited him if he chose to stay in Eldrath openly. People were mistaking him for something he wasn’t, and that kind of mistake could get him killed — or worse.

After the guards finally moved on to another street, Ylva helped Jason down from the roof using a quiet drainpipe. They slipped through back alleys until they found another modest inn on the quieter side of the city.

Once they were inside a small, simple room with two separate beds, Jason finally spoke.

"Did you know her?" he asked, referring to the old declawed werewolf healer they had visited earlier.

Ylva nodded slowly, confirming it. "Yes. She used to live in our village."

"Were her hands always like that?" Jason questioned, remembering the blunt, clawless fingers and the scars covering her body.

Ylva seemed hesitant to answer at first. However, she had grown fond of Jason and had no reason not to tell him everything she knew since he was her partner now.

"No, they were not," she said quietly. "She was declawed by my mother and exiled by my mother."

Jason blinked, the pieces not fitting. "Wait... why would Luna send me to see someone she exiled and did something so horrible to?"

Ylva rubbed the back of her neck, looking a little embarrassed. "Oh, no, it is nothing serious... She just caught my dad in her... She is a very jealous type."

She tried to laugh it off, but Jason’s face paled.

"This made Jason even more frightened. He thought he would be able to explore things of this world, have a taste of different species, but if the mother was this jealous, how the fuck would this little shit be?"

He didn’t bother asking her anything else. The idea of Luna’s jealousy turning violent was enough to make him keep his mouth shut for the rest of the night.

They found another place within the town to sleep — a cheaper inn with thinner walls and simpler furnishings. Ylva wasn’t letting him anywhere near her that night. She took the bigger bed and pointed firmly at the smaller, harder one for him.

To her surprise, Jason didn’t try to coerce her into anything. He simply nodded, stripped down to his pants, and lay down on the smaller, far less comfortable bed without complaint. He stared at the ceiling for a while, mind racing with everything that had happened since he arrived in this world.

Ylva watched him from her bed, expecting some teasing or attempt to join her, but none came. She eventually turned over and fell asleep, leaving Jason alone with his thoughts.

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The male elf had been beaten to a pulp. He was severely injured, bruises covering his face and body, one eye swollen shut. Despite his semen being of no use anymore to the breeding program, the elves had made one mistake — they underestimated his affinity for magic.

Thalion lay on the cold stone floor of his cell, blood trickling from his split lip. He knew he had to find a way to speak to this person — the strange human who had appeared in his scrying sphere earlier. There was only one way he knew how...

He closed his remaining good eye and began channeling what little mana he had left, whispering ancient words under his breath. A faint, hidden spell thread stretched out from his cell, searching through the city of Eldrath for the one who carried that unusual aura.

He had to reach him before it was too late.