The Villainess is my fiance: But she is gentle towards me-Chapter 234 -: Parfect copy.[2]

The moment the strange creature spoke those words, pink clouds burst out of its body.

They did not drift slowly.

They exploded.

Thick pink mist rushed out like smoke from a broken furnace and wrapped around Duke Sant from all sides.

The air turned heavy. Sweet. Strange. It felt wrong.

Duke Sant did not panic.

His face stayed calm, but his eyes sharpened.

He stopped breathing at once and pushed himself backward with a strong step.

His boots scraped against the air as he retreated. The pink mist chased after him like it was alive.

’Perfect copy...’ Duke Sant thought as he moved.

He had felt something like this before. A small warning inside his heart.

He had never seen this Intuition with his own eyes, but in the old records of the Sant family, there was an ancestor who once had such an Intuition.

Duke Sant remembered the story clearly. He had read it many times when he was young.

He had always hoped he would never face it himself.

"Just like its name says," he muttered under his breath as he rushed out of the thick mist. "It creates a perfect copy..."

His grip on his sword tightened.

Wind began to gather around the blade.

The air roared and spun, pushing the pink mist away from him.

His coat fluttered behind him as he raised the sword high and slashed it down with force.

The wind tore through the mist.

But Duke Sant’s eyes did not relax.

"However..." he continued in a low voice.

The pink mist did not vanish at once. It slowly thinned, like fog fading at dawn.

"It does not copy the one it is used against."

The mist twisted. It began to take shape.

Duke Sant’s heart sank slightly, though his face showed nothing.

From inside the fading pink clouds, a figure slowly appeared.

It was a woman.

She wore a white robe that moved gently in the wind.

Her black hair was long and loose, flowing behind her. Her deep blue eyes shone like clear gems. Her face was beautiful.

Too beautiful.

And too familiar.

Her features looked very much like Duke Sant’s own.

For a moment, his breathing almost broke.

She looked at him.

Then she smiled.

"Tsk."

Duke Sant clicked his tongue, and for the first time, there was clear annoyance in his eyes.

"I did not think this creature would have such a troublesome Intuition," he muttered as he stepped back again.

The woman lifted her hand. A sword appeared in it. It was the same shape.

The same weight.

The same design.

Even the small marks near the hilt were the same as Duke Sant’s sword.

Lava slowly began to flow along her blade. It was bright red and orange, moving like burning blood. Heat spread into the air.

She raised the sword calmly. Her movements were smooth.

Perfect. Almost like a mirror.

She slashed forward.

The air split open.

Lava shot out in a wide crescent shape and rushed toward Duke Sant with a loud roar.

"It’s been a while, Father."

Her voice was soft. Gentle.

But it hit Duke Sant harder than the attack itself.

His pupils shrank.

For a very short moment, something moved in his eyes.

Anger and annoyance.

The burning crescent of lava rushed toward him, lighting up the battlefield with red light as it closed the distance in a blink.

"It is really unfortunate..."

Duke Sant let out a slow sigh as he looked at the woman.

His daughter’s face.

His daughter’s eyes.

His daughter’s voice.

But there was no pain in his eyes. No shake in his hand. His face was calm like still water.

Lava slowly appeared on his sword.

It flowed down the blade like burning blood.

He raised the sword without hurry.

Then he slashed down.

A crescent moon made of lava burst forward.

In the blink of an eye, it crashed into the incoming crescent.

Boom!

The clash shook the air.

Fire and heat exploded in the sky. The shockwave pushed everything away. The ground below cracked. Burning sparks scattered like falling stars.

Duke Sant moved back a few steps in the air, watching the explosion carefully.

Then—

She came out of it.

The woman rushed through the fire without fear. Her white robe was slightly burned at the edges, but her face stayed calm. Her blue eyes were fixed on him.

But she was not alone.

From behind—

A spear shot toward him at high speed.

Duke Sant twisted his body sideways. The spear grazed past his chest, cutting his clothes and leaving a thin red line on his skin.

He did not even look at the wound.

His sword moved at once.

He slashed horizontally toward the strange creature.

The creature did not try to block.

It loosened its grip on the spear and jumped back, barely dodging the strike. The wind from the blade cut a deep mark into the ground.

At the same time—

The woman had already closed the distance.

Her sword thrust forward.

Straight toward his throat.

"Earth," Duke Sant muttered calmly.

The ground below him trembled.

A large wall of earth shot upward between them. Rocks and soil formed a thick barrier.

Her sword pierced through it.

The wall cracked.

Shattered.

It could not fully block the attack.

But it slowed it down.

That small delay was enough.

Duke Sant flew backward and escaped the strike by a narrow gap. The tip of her sword stopped just inches from his neck before he was gone.

He hovered in the air and looked at them.

"It is really troublesome," he muttered quietly.

His eyes shifted to the strange creature.

"It is fortunate that this thing did not use this ability against Vined..."

His gaze darkened slightly.

"If it had used it on him... it would have been fatal."

Vined’s Genesis Heart was Familial Bond.

And the woman who had appeared—

Was Duke Sant’s most precious person in the world.

Elena D. Zenithara.

His only daughter.

The child he had raised with love and strict care.

The girl who used to hold his finger when she first learned to walk. The one who once smiled at him and called him her hero.

If this ability had been used on Vined—

Elena would have appeared before him too.

And Vined would not have been as calm as Duke Sant.

Duke Sant always acted strict. He showed anger when Elena chose her own path. He spoke harsh words to Vined.

But deep inside, he knew the truth.

There was no one more worthy of his daughter than Vined.

The ability called Perfect Copy...

It could search the memories of the target.

It would find the most precious person in those memories.

Then it would take that form.

Even if the memory was of a child—

Even if it was a baby—

The copy would still have the same strength as the person it was used against.

"It is ridiculous," Duke Sant let out a cold snort.

"Yes, you can copy my daughter’s face."

"Yes, you can copy my abilities."

Lava burned brighter around his sword.

"But there is no way you can copy my Genesis Heart."

His eyes sharpened like blades.

"And no ability is perfect."

The wind around him grew stronger.

"No intuition can be without weakness."

The battlefield grew quiet for a brief second.

Fire burned.

Dust floated.

And Duke Sant’s calm gaze locked onto the strange creature.

He was no longer testing it.

Now—

He was hunting for its flaw.