ushernet Chapter 73: The Rebellious Queen by Nature
Chapter 73: The Rebellious Queen by Nature
A cacophony of chaos as yolk mingled with blood, flowing in crimson and gold hues across the arena floor.
Noah lay twisted like a shrimp, his face contorted in agony as he let out screams that seemed to embody a lifetime's worth of grievances.
With just one strike, his most vital part was destroyed.
Moreover, the sheer terror of Charles's overwhelming power left Noah trembling. Pointing in horror at Charles, who approached him slowly with a gun in hand, he cried out, "Stay away from me! You're not even of the Elven race! Queen, save me!"
Charles smiled faintly at his words and effortlessly severed all the tendons in Noah's hands and feet, pressing the gun against his chest with a grin.
What a fool. Even your father hasn't rushed down to save you. Doesn't that tell you something?
Indeed, on the stage, Ethan's face was already twisted in fury. He looked utterly broken, wanting desperately to save his son.
But the barrier Amy had constructed was impenetrable, despite his best efforts.
Of course, if that were all, it might have been bearable. After all, children can be born again. The Elven race is a long-lived species, and he had more than one son.
The most devastating part was that Queen Eve's power held him firmly in his seat, forcing him to watch his son's suffering, unable to look away.
This was not just murder, it was a psychological torment!
"Your Majesty Eve, what is the meaning of this? Do you want an old man like me to watch his own son die?" After struggling for a while, Ethan became completely numb.
He looked like a corpse, staring blankly at his nearly dead son in the arena.
Was Ethan worried about his son?
Not really. He was terrified because this Eve seemed different from the kind-hearted Queen Majesty of before.
But how exactly was she different...?
Eve responded with an elegant smile, "Didn't you, Second Elder, say that to become my consort, one must endure bloodshed? Now you want to intervene just because he is on the brink of death."
"Aren't you afraid that by pushing us to the edge, the entire Elven race's order will descend into chaos?" Ethan retorted coldly.
On the surface, he appeared indifferent, but inside, he was in utter panic.
Their Queen was no longer kind, she had revealed her ferocious fangs. This was just her first display of power, and it had already left him in such a vulnerable position!
In reality, it was merely because Eve and her followers needed them to stabilize the large influx of Elven race members into this place.
The scales of victory had nothing to do with these elders who only knew how to play political games and engage in internal strife.
Eve shook her head and said seriously, "Who is pushing you to the edge? After Noah dies, I still need you, Second Elder, to help publicize the details of how my fiancé was chosen."
"After all, you've made this event so grand. If I don't come and claim your success, I imagine you wouldn't sleep well, would you?"
It's just the death of one son, you can always have another one, right?
Of course, he no longer had the chance to have another.
"Elsewhere, you may be my superior, but here, I am your Queen Majesty!"
Seeing this, Amy remained silent, then, to Eve's utter disbelief, took a few steps back.
Those few steps shattered Eve's defenses. Her only confidante had betrayed the cause?
Watching Amy's retreat, Charles chuckled and quickly moved to Eve's side, lifting her from her seat with one hand.
Before Eve could resist, Charles kissed her forcefully.
Amid the struggle, she vaguely heard Charles's low murmur.
It sounded as if he was saying... she was being disobedient?
.....
A rumor began to circulate within the Forest of Elves: their Overlord, Her Majesty Eve, was to marry an outsider.
Not only that, but she would also be marrying off their strongest warrior, Captain Amy, alongside her as a sisterly pair to this mysterious foreigner. And... neither Her Majesty Eve nor Captain Amy had denied it, even after an entire day.
Of course, the three of them hadn't appeared in public for a day either.
Inside a room, Eve begrudgingly donned her Elven gown, her face flushed with anger as she shouted at Amy: "Amy, you traitor! We had agreed that when the time came, we would oppose Charles together so he would have to yield."
"But what did you do? It's only been a few days, and you've already turned against me this much! My royal posterior is swollen because of you... "
As she cried, she pitifully rubbed her snow-white, sore bottom.
"I just wanted to have a private word with Charles at the audience stands by the arena." she lamented, "but somehow, he and Amy struck a deal. One sealed my magic, and the other carried me off."
In the end, Charles had stormed into the room, unceremoniously placing her on his lap. He had then picked up the teaching whip used in the academy...
"I'm sorry, Queen Majesty, but as your subordinate, I can't let your momentary stubbornness ruin your future happiness." Amy said, her expression still that of an ice queen, though Eve didn't quite grasp her meaning.
She hadn't intended for Charles to openly speak well of her, how could that ruin her future happiness?
And who was being stubborn, anyway?
Eve was fuming. If it weren't for the genuine pain in her backside, she would have certainly given Amy a piece of her mind as an elder sister.
Charles tossed the whip aside and gently ruffled Eve's hair, his tone somewhat enigmatic: "Silly Eve, I'm the Zerg Overlord with several women already. You want me to cave in?"
"You and Amy are both my possessions, and you dare to defy me?"
Eve rolled her eyes at his words, thinking it was all just his domineering nature...
"Alright, alright." she said softly, her earlier frustration dissipating, "I'm your possession. We both are."
In truth, a woman like Eve needed to be conquered with overwhelming strength. Once subdued, she required a dominant hand to occasionally assert control.
This girl was naturally rebellious and needed some education.