Arfrotian's mind was crashing. Not just stumbling or faltering—full-blown system failure. The sheer absurdity of the moment, combined with the overwhelming presence of his playful, unpredictable wife, was proving too much for even his calculating, cool-headed nature to handle.

  He was losing his temper now. Not in an explosive outburst, but in a way that simmered beneath the surface—controlled, yet undeniable. But could he even blame anyone else for this?

  No.

  Even he had to admit it—he had signed himself up for this. He made this choice. He walked into this chaos with open arms, and now he had no choice but to embrace it fully.

  "Guess, I can't blame anyone here. I signed up for it myself."

  And so, amidst the sheer absurdity of it all, he couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle. A smile. A sign of his reluctant acceptance of the beautiful mess that was his life with Eterna.

  But what he didn’t know—what he couldn’t have predicted—was that this simple, fleeting smile...

  Would become his undoing.

  Because the moment that Eterna saw that smile, her eyes lit up with a spark of certainty. She was now convinced—beyond a shadow of a doubt—that Arfrotian’s words from earlier were absolutely true. That he had come to this omniverse for one reason only.

  For her.

  And before Arfrotian could so much as process what was happening, Eterna clasped her hands together and let out a delighted giggle, her voice laced with honeyed mischief as she declared:

  "Oh, Darling! Since you're smiling, it must mean that I am correct, aren’t I?"

  Arfrotian froze.

  Panic immediately surged through his body as his mind spiraled into overdrive.

  "Wait—what?! No! That’s not—how did she—!? No, no, no, I need to stop this before it gets out of hand—"

  He scrambled to retort, desperate to correct this massive misunderstanding.

  "N-no, that’s not the—"

  But before he could even finish the sentence, Eterna leaned in closer, pressing against him as she whispered sweetly:

  "Ah! Darling, there’s no need to be shy~ right? I’m yours. There’s nothing to be shy about this~"

  Boom.

  His mind—crashed again.

  Arfrotian could not believe this.

  How had things escalated this fast?!

  How had every single attempt to correct her gone so catastrophically wrong?!

  And now, she was completely convinced that he had personally ventured into this omniverse to seek her out as a wife?!

  "How the hell am I supposed to tell her the truth now?! That I came here for myself, to control my powers—not just for my people, but to master my own strength?! Because if I say that now, I just know she’s going to go wild… on me…"

  This was a nightmare.

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  No, it was worse than a nightmare.

  This was Eterna’s world now.

  And he… he was just living in it.

  But—he had to think of something. Fast.

  So, after one brief moment of internal debate, he made his decision.

  Go with the flow.

  If he couldn't fight it, if he couldn't correct it, if he couldn't convince her otherwise…

  Then he had no choice but to play along.

  And so, he let out a soft sigh, tightening his embrace around her, and, in the smoothest voice he could muster, he said:

  "Yes, Honey. I did come for you as well. And how could I not be mesmerized by someone as stunningly beautiful as you?"

  For a moment, just one, Arfrotian allowed himself to think, "Yes! I did it! I played along! I navigated the situation without crashing! I—"

  And then, Eterna tilted her head.

  Her soft, knowing smile never once wavered as she said:

  "Oh, yeah, Darling~! But why do I feel like this isn’t the truth...?"

  Arfrotian's entire soul left his body.

  "WHAT THE—?!"

  He crashed. Again.

  This was impossible. He had just tried everything to go with the flow, and this is what happened?!

  "HOW?! HOW THE HELL!? I TRIED TO GO WITH THE FLOW, AND THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS!?!"

  At this point, the once-calculating, ever-composed strategist had completely forgotten how to be a strategist. His mind was in shambles, his logic was failing, and he was straight-up losing his grip on reality.

  And then—

  "Huh? Darling...."

  Eterna’s soft, innocent voice snapped him back.

  He didn’t even realize that he had gone completely blank—his mind overloaded, his eyes distant, and his gaze refusing to meet hers.

  Eterna just smiled.

  She giggled.

  And then—

  "Hmm, Darling, I was just joking! I knew you came for me only~ right?"

  Arfrotian exhaled.

  Relief.

  Arfrotian kind of sighed a relief, but now, he thought he jolted her back to the main point,

  “Just fabricating a false truth because to go with the flow”, it didn't suit him much as such stakes where deep connections mattered, as he embraced Eterna pressing her close against him, as he said,

  "Honey, listen to me at first, I came here to....."

  but before he could finish, Eterna said,

  "....to control your powers for your own sake right?"

  Eterna said, in a sweet, voice, this kind of got Arfrotian paused, as he thought,

  "Wait! What!? She knew that...... don't tell me...... she actually..."

  Now Arfrotian's eyes were like flickering in what you say frustration, and believing that he has been played here, as Eterna laughed heartily saying,

  "Oh, Darling! It was just a payback, you see....." pressing against Arfrotian, drawing patterns on his chest she said, "Look, Darling, you first of all teased me and took advantage of me, so...... it serves right for me to do the same right?"

  Eterna said, with both a mischievous and innocent look, and Arfrotian, for the first time who plays with others has got played himself by the lovey-dovey wife he created for himself, and so he kind of finally sighed a relief.

  Finally, she was joking.

  So, all of this… it wasn’t serious. It was just Eterna messing with him.

  He sighed, feeling the tension ease.

  But then—

  He made the fatal mistake of assuming that was the end of it.

  Because the moment he relaxed—

  Eterna struck.

  She leaned in, eyes glowing with mischief, and before he could even react, she cupped his face, tilting his head slightly toward her.

  "Hmm, though, Darling, this whole thing about you coming here for me was a joke, yeah..."

  Arfrotian froze.

  Something felt wrong.

  And then—

  A slow, mischievous smile spread across Eterna’s lips as she whispered in his ear with a voice that sent chills down his spine:

  "Though, about our previous conversation… it was completely true for me to say that a husband’s best thing to eat is… you know what comes after that, right, DARLING~?"

  Arfrotian’s breath hitched.

  His body tensed.

  His entire existence had shut down.

  Because how was he supposed to react to that?!

  Every single time—every time—he thought he was free from the sheer mental torture of this situation, she just pulled him right back into it.

  There was no escape.

  No way out.

  No hope.

  And in that moment, as he stared at her—his beautiful, unpredictable, playful, absurdly chaotic wife—he let out a final, defeated sigh.

  "Guess there’s no going back for me now, right?"

  And as if she could read his very soul, Eterna just smiled, pressing against him as she whispered:

  "Ah! Darling, it’s not about going back… it’s that I won’t let you go back at all~"

  Arfrotian shivered.

  Because for the first time in his entire existence—

  He truly understood fear.