Chapter 113 - End Of The Battle Of Wars (1/2)

Versailles froze.

His words hit a painful cord in her heart, twisting it in agony, as memories of them on the outskirts of the Vampire City resurfaced in her mind. At that time, she had lost all memory related to her reentrance into the Nar realm after she departed from the Sybil realm.

The only thing she remembered was the shadow after her and the recovered memory of her previous life as a human before rebirthing as a serpentine.

Under the Supreme Elder's influence and instigation, in blind fury, she had unrestrainedly lashed out at him.

Deeply looking into his dark eyes, she asked in a serious tone.

”Ramose, you'll need to change that aspect of yourself. One day, I can fall in a situation where the only way you can help me might be to hurt me. What are you going to do then?”

”I won't allow such a day to come. And if it ever does, I would rather hurt myself than hurt you. Whatever situation you might be in, surely, your heart will melt upon seeing my miserable state, right?” He shrugged casually, not at all worried or alarmed about the prospect.

Versailles was struck dumb once again.

'Although the timeline is different, he is still that same Ramose.'

A bright smile spread across her lips and her eyes lit up mischievously as she glanced condescendingly at him. Sweeping her black sleeves, she proudly raised her head and said in an arrogant tone.

”Then what are you still doing here? Since you admitted defeat, you might as well roll off the stage!”

Rona Mai looked at the proud serpentine with vengeful eyes, her tightly clenched fists silently dripping blood.

'Just wait. I will definitely get revenge for the humiliation that I suffered today.'

In the next moment, however, the deep resentment quickly vanished as her eyes took on a bleak and hopeless gloom. Bowing her head, she focused on keeping her presence obscure and irrelevant.

The place fell into a chilly silence as the beasts rapidly blinked their eyes in confusion.

'Did she just despise the Werewolf King?'

They all wondered in silence.

Huuuuu!

Many instantly drew in deep breaths, feeling anger and dissatisfaction towards the serpentine. They couldn't help but curse her for her naivety with clenched fists and gritted teeth.

Just because the Werewolf King was her mate, did this female truly believe she could walk over him? Didn't she know a male's might and his dignity weren't to be looked down on?

If she wanted to die so desperately, she could go ahead and die!

But why was she dragging the innocent bystanders in her suicide plan?

After being so publicly looked down on by his mate, the beasts were certain that the Werewolf King would lose his cool and vent his rage on them, the bystanders.

After all, she was his mate that he couldn't even bear to hurt, leaving only them, the unlucky observers, to suffer on her behalf.

”Hahahaha...”

However, unlike what they expected, the Wolf King only briefly froze in surprise for a moment, before breaking into a delightful laugher.

”Huh?”

”The Werewolf King isn't offended by his mate's attitude?”

”Apparently, he isn't. On the contrary, he seems to be joyfully pleased.”

”Aiye, he is done for. The Werewolf King is deeply and irrevocably smitten with his mate. At this point, nothing she says or does will ever be offensive to him.”

”How fortunate she is.” The female beasts' voices were laced with unconcealed jealousy as they glared fiercely at the proud-looking serpentine.

”I'll leave! I'll leave! I won't snatch your glory from you!”

In the face of Versailles's proud appearance and disdainful glance, Ramose felt his heart melt, adoration and tenderness for the serpentine filling its every corner. His lips hooked up in a doting smile as he softly looked at her, imprinting this image of hers in his mind.

It was an image that forcefully tugged at his heartstrings.

At this moment, he had the urge to rush up and hug her, making every beast know that she was already claimed. The urge to make every race know that she was his.

But most importantly, he felt the intense urge to raise his head and loudly declare to the entire Nar realm that she was his.

Fearful of losing control, Ramose raised his hands in surrender and unhesitantly retreated from the stage.

Now, the only individual on the stark white stage of the vast colosseum was Versailles.

And just like that, the once-a-decade Battle of Wars came to the most unlikely conclusion.

”She won? Just like that?”