Chapter 120 - New Rules And Regulations (1/2)
Ramose and Versailles appeared in the Colosseum of Nar together. Both garbed in black robes with their flame and dark hair flowing freely behind them, their majestic presence immediately attracted the beasts' attention.
”Look, it's the Werewolf King and his Mate!”
”They look good together.”
”Of course they do. After all, they are mates. They were made for each other.”
”I heard that after the Battle of Might, the Supreme Elder of the Bloodsucking Clan and the serpentine had an argument. The entire basis of their disagreement was on the serpentine entering the Underworld Palace. In the end, the serpentine will still enter the Underworld Palace.”
”They are mates. There is no rule or barrier that can stop the Wolf King from taking his mate home. I am just concerned that the Supreme Elder's fears would be realized. If that happens, the entire Nar realm will belong to this pair of mates.”
”Heh...even if it does, what can you do about it? Don't forget. The ultimate rule in the realm is the strongest reigns supreme. If the Werewolf King and his serpentine mate end up ruling the realm, it would only mean that they are the strongest!”
”Hmm...that's true.”
All sorts of conversations and discussions started up among the beasts as they watched the Werewolf King take his seat on the white platform in the center of the other Kings and Queens of the Six Supreme Clans.
The serpentine stood on the only stage in the colosseum, the white background highlighting her black clothing, as her sight fixed on the six witches.
”Serpentine Versailles, in this decade's Battle of Wars, you reigned supreme. With might, wit, courage, and rank, you overcame all of the hurdles in your path and reached the stage of the Kings. Your confrontation with the Kings and Queens has shown us that you have both the strength and power to stand side by side with them.”
The witches paused for a moment, their eyes filled with uncertainty and hesitation, before continuing.
”As the last remaining Witches of the Tower, blessed with the power to declare the status of new Kings and Queens and set forth the rules and regulations of the Nar realm, serpentine Versailles, we hereby decree you with the title of Serpentine Queen!”
The words sounded forceful as they passed their lips, filled with unwillingness and disapproval. As the Witches of the Tower, it had always been the duty of the witches to find fitting titles for the champions and victors of the Battle of Wars.
Most often, these titles were based on the beast's race or abilities that set him apart from the others. However this decade, the title of the serpentine was specifically suggested by the Werewolf King. They neither had the power nor the ability to refuse his command.
Because the Witches of the Tower were no longer the oppressive and awe-inspiring race that they once were. In the Nar realm, they no longer held the power to decide which direction the wind blew.
Sighing dejectedly, the six witches looked at each other with sorrowful eyes, the pain and agony clear in their furious orbs. As a race that carried a trace amount of the Sacred Race's blood, they felt humiliated at the concealed coercion.
But as a fallen clan with only six survivors, if the other clans desired, there was nothing they could do to prevent the implementation of new rules and regulations.
”Serpentine Queen!”
”Serpentine Queen!”
”Serpentine Queen!”
As an old tradition, the races hollered the new queen's title with vigor and enthusiasm. Only, the vigor and energy with which they cried her title was filled with greater respect and admiration than previous victors.
From this, it was obvious that the beasts were more impressed than feared the serpentine.
”As an old tradition, the victor of the Battle of Wars has the right to declare a new rule or change an old regulation of the realm. This is to give the victor respect and welcome them to their new status as a leader and rule maker. Serpentine Queen, is there any rule or regulation that you would like to announce?”
Versailles felt the numerous eyes trained on her turn fierce as great anticipation and hope replaced the earlier fervor. Her body tightened in tension as she felt the weight of their expectations.
Sigh. It was truly hard to live freely.
Turning away from the witches, Versailles faced the crowd of spectating beasts.
”Yaaaaay....!”
”Serpentine Queen!”