I Became The Novel's Biggest Antagonist

Chapter 115 Atla Ceres Queen [2]

"Shit."

"K–King? What's—"

"Stay close to me. Don't leave my side, no matter what. Do you understand?" King cut her off his azure eyes as serious as they had never been.

Sherilyn shivered.

She had never seen King like this—panicked, uneasy, and... afraid.

–Spurt!

A sudden spray of blood splattered across her black dress, staining it in vivid red.

Sherilyn's eyes widened in shock as her gaze lowered.

A pale, alabaster hand dripping with blood, pierced through King's stomach from behind.

"Ugh..." King groaned, blood spilling from his lips as his knees trembled.

Sherilyn froze in place, too stunned to move.

Then she saw her— the Goddess.

Standing right behind King, serene and terrifying.

"R–Run..." King managed to rasp.

But Sherilyn couldn't move, her limbs refusing to obey. Her wide eyes were locked on the wound, on the crimson tide pouring from King.

"RUN!" King yelled loudly this time, breaking through her paralysis. It was a desperate shout—something he would never do to a woman.

Tears streaked down Sherilyn's cheeks seeing King's dying state. Finally, her feet moved, and she fled.

"How dare you, my King."

The Goddess's voice was soft whisper brushed King's ear.

Her white gown, which was now smeared with his blood, fluttered lightly.

King turned his head slightly, wincing at the pain. "Q–Queen... Let me explain—hmm!"

But his words were stolen as the Goddess closed the distance, pressing her lips against his in a kiss.

It wasn't gentle. It was a hungry and fierce one. She kissed him deeply, her tongue tasting the blood on his lips, all while her arm remained buried in his torso.

Thirty agonizing seconds passed before she pulled back, her eyes devoid of emotion. Her free hand caressed his cheek tenderly.

-Spurt!

Then, without a word, she withdrew her blood-soaked arm.

–Thud!

King collapsed to his knees, coughing violently as more blood poured from the gaping wound.

"..."

Queen stood over him, her cold gaze lingering on his broken form. Then, as if he were nothing more than an afterthought, she turned away.

"I'll be back," she said, almost indifferent. "Stay here."

"Q–Queen!" King choked out. But she was already gone, her form vanishing in particles.

King's bloodied fingers curled against the ground. He didn't need to guess where she was going.

She was going after Sherilyn. And she would make sure Sherilyn's fate was worse than death.

A group of five Hunters emerged suddenly, their leader had a confident grin with a massive sword strapped across his back. The emblem on their uniforms shone proudly: they were from the Whiteford Guild, one of the few existing Seven-Star Guilds. The sight of them sent ripples of relief through the terrified crowd.

"It's the Whiteford Guild! We're saved!"

The civilians erupted into a wave of hope as they recognized the insignia. Even the exhausted Hunters, who had failed to land even a scratch on the Queen, straightened up and rallied around the newcomers.

"Thank goodness. Now we might stand a chance."

"Let's team up and take her down."

But the Whiteford Guild's S-rank leader, Maroon, scoffed. A low, mocking chuckle escaped his lips, just like his team.

"Team up? With weaklings like you?" Maroon sneered. "We don't need your help to take her down."

"You don't understand what she's capable of!" The A-Rank Hunter glared.

"It doesn't matter," Maroon said, his narrowed eyes locked onto Queen, a divine and unearthly beauty who hadn't spared them a single glance. She seemed wholly uninterested in the commotion they caused, her focus still fixed on her unseen prey.

"She won't know what hit her," Maroon said, gripping the hilt of his massive sword with a smirk.

Taking it down, he spoke up. "I was hoping for a pleasant conversation, but your unwillingness to compromise is disappointing. I will do my best to not harm your pretty face, and I hope we can get a dinner after someday!!"

Maroon grinned as he launched himself toward Queen. His figure blurred in a flash, slicing through the air with astounding speed. The civilians below could barely track his movements, their gasps drowned out by the roaring power of his blade.

The massive sword in his grasp ignited, its flames burning so fiercely they seemed to scorch the very atmosphere. Thick, pulsating mana enveloped the weapon, radiating an overwhelming pressure that made even the bystanders tremble.

Yet, despite the deadly spectacle rushing toward her, Queen didn't so much as glance in his direction. Her focus remained elsewhere looking for Sherilyn.

When Maroon closed within two meters, the moment of impact imminent, Queen moved for the first time. With a casual, almost disinterested motion, she raised her hand.

—Spurt!

"Huh...?"

Maroon's eyes widened in shock, his charge coming to a sudden, jarring halt. He hovered mid-air, confusion giving way to horror as he looked down.

His arms were gone. Severed cleanly at the shoulders, the stumps gushed crimson. A moment later, his legs followed suit, sliced as easily as paper. The large, flaming sword he had wielded with such confidence clattered to the ground, still clutched in his dismembered hand.

Blood sprayed in every direction as his mangled body plummeted. The world tilted, spinning wildly in his vision as he descended.

The last thing Maroon saw was her.

The Goddess.

Floating there. Her gaze never once meeting his. She hadn't spared him even the faintest acknowledgment—not at the beginning, not during his assault, and not even now as his broken form fell to the earth.

***

Meanwhile King's attempt to recover had ended up into a failure. It was too slow.

"Argh... fuck," King groaned, slumping on his back.

This was the main problem of having taken a true Goddess for a wife—a Goddess far stronger than him.

King had always known he was weaker than her. But despite her overwhelming power, he was the only one capable of keeping her in check. Or at least, he had been.

Today, he had pushed her too far.

In his current state, or even at full strength, King knew he couldn't stop her. He couldn't calm her rage, let alone defeat her.

And to be honest even if he was stronger than her, he would have unable to harm her. He was King after all and Queen had always been everything to him.

King grumbled spitting blood.

He had no choice but to give the job to a better person...

"S–Switch..." He muttered painfully as his body began to change.