The Blonde Vengeful Spirit's Party Is Turning Into a Yuri Party
The journey began for the sake of revenge. But… something was off about the companions traveling with me. Why were these girls acting like that with each other?
“What are you doing over there, Crimhild dear♥”
“Crim unnie, come here!”
Ha…
I set out on a journey for revenge. Yet the female companions by my side keep behaving… strangely. Why are these girls acting like this with one another?
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I never imagined my path of vengeance would turn into this.
My name is Crimhild. Once a proud knight of the kingdom, I lost everything to the Void that swallowed my homeland. My family, my comrades, my future—everything burned away in that corruptive darkness. All that remained was a single, searing purpose: revenge against the ones who unleashed it.
So I gathered a party. Warriors, mages, healers. People who shared my goal, or so I thought. But from the very first night we camped together, something felt… wrong.
At first I dismissed it as camaraderie. The way Elara would brush against my arm a little too long when passing me bread. The way Lirael’s eyes lingered on me while I trained, her cheeks faintly pink. The soft giggles between them when they thought I wasn’t listening.
But then the incidents started.
Like last night.
I had stepped away from the fire to wash the day’s grime from my face in a nearby stream. When I returned, I found Seraphine—our supposedly stoic paladin—pressed close to Elara, whispering something that made the elf’s ears twitch with delight. Their hands were intertwined. Seraphine’s thumb traced slow circles on the back of Elara’s palm like it was the most natural thing in the world.
I cleared my throat. Loudly.
They sprang apart like guilty children, but the smiles they gave me were anything but innocent.
“Crimhild nim♥” Seraphine called, her voice sweet as honeyed wine. “You’re back. We were just… discussing tomorrow’s route.”
“Yeah, right,” I muttered, rubbing my temple. The headache was already forming. “And that required holding hands?”
Elara giggled, the sound light and musical. “Crim unnie, come sit with us! There’s plenty of room by the fire.” She patted the log beside her, eyes sparkling with something far warmer than mere friendship.
I sighed and sat down anyway. What choice did I have? These women were the only ones willing to follow me into the heart of Void-corrupted territory. Without them, my revenge would remain a lonely, impossible dream.
But gods above, why did they have to look at me like that?
Lirael, our quiet mage, leaned forward from across the flames. The firelight danced across her silver hair and made her violet eyes glow. “You seem tense, Crimhild. Would you like me to cast a relaxation spell? My hands are quite skilled.”
The way she said skilled sent an uncomfortable shiver down my spine.
“I’m fine,” I said quickly. Too quickly. “Just… focused on the mission. We face the Void Lord in three days. This isn’t the time for… whatever this is.”
The three of them exchanged glances. The kind of knowing, conspiratorial looks that made me feel like I was the only one not in on some grand joke.
“Of course,” Seraphine said, though her smile suggested she had no intention of dropping the subject. “We’re all committed to your cause, Crimhild. Your vengeance is ours.”
She reached over and squeezed my knee. The touch lingered. Her fingers were warm, calloused from years of wielding a holy sword, yet strangely gentle.
I didn’t pull away. I should have, but I didn’t.
What is wrong with me? I thought. This is supposed to be a revenge party, not… not whatever flower garden these three are trying to cultivate.
Later that night, as I lay in my bedroll staring at the stars, I heard soft murmurs from the other side of camp. Laughter. A quiet gasp. The rustle of fabric.
I pulled my blanket over my head and tried to ignore the way my heart was racing.
Revenge. That was all that mattered. The Void had taken everything from me. I would not let these confusing feelings—whatever they were—distract me from my purpose.
But as sleep finally claimed me, I couldn’t help but wonder…
Just how far would this party drift from its original path before we reached our destination?
And why did a small, treacherous part of me hope it would drift even further?