Chapter 122 - Rise Of The Serpentine-Wolf (1/2)

The Demon Queen's heart sank to the bottom of her stomach. Her head spun and her vision turned blurry as the Werewolf King's words rang in her mind. Things were blowing out of proportion and getting more and more out of control.

Listlessly leaning back in her seat, she shallowly breathed in and out and placed her hand on her throbbing temple, her vacant eyes staring blankly into the blazing heaven.

'Is this the end of my great aspirations? The end of my dream? But the Werewolf King was mine. The Nar realm was also mine. I was so close...oh so very close...if only she hadn't come in between!”

With the Werewolf King publicly declaring his full support, the Serpentine Queen's words were as real as the molten lavas of the Erupting Volcanos. She didn't even need to lift a finger before the werewolves would rush to fulfill her promise.

Her new rule would not only be implemented, but would also be carried out without any hurdles.

This, undoubtedly, would be a great boost to her reputation and a sure-fire route to winning the hearts of the homeless and hungry beasts.

Queen Nakee pensively gazed at the majestic backs of two black-robed, floating figures on the center of the white stage. Versailles was her best friend and she was more than happy to see her easily gain the unconditional support of her mate.

However, in a small corner of her heart, a tiny spark of envy that was ignited when she saw them together in the Soul Sundering Pit resurfaced. Only this time, the spark flared with a greater ferocity and more intensity than before.

”It might have been impossible for her to accomplish such a feat on her own. But with the Werewolf King's support, her promise is now more likely to be fulfilled.” Behind the amiable words was a suppressed envy. An emotion she dared not expose to those around her.

”There's no doubt about it. The Werewolf King and Serpentine Queen are going to start a new age in the Nar realm.” The eldest witch lightly remarked as she looked at the two mates, her words instantly garnering slight nods and hums of agreement from her only kin.

”In this new age, I only hope that the six of us will have a place to stand.” The youngest witch that had seen far too much destruction in the past decades, quietly whispered as if in silent prayer.

Versailles and Ramose stood side by side, their black robes entangling as they flapped behind them. In perfect harmony, the two turned and grabbed each other's hand. Gracefully, Ramose helped his mate climb the steps to her seat on the platform.

Blushing slightly at his attentive treatment, Versailles turned and majestically sat on her new seat as a new leader and Queen of the Nar realm.

”Usually, when a new queen or king emerges from the Battle of Wars, the old king or queen is replaced. But since you are my mate, you will be departing to the Underworld Palace with me. Queen Nakee's position as the Snake Queen is secured.” As he reclaimed his own seat by her side, Ramose leaned over and whispered in her ear.

”Oh?” She lifted her brow in mock surprise.

”You know a lot, don't you Werewolf King? I mean, you are saying with great confidence that I will return to the Underworld Palace with you.”

”If you won't return with me, then where else will you go, hmm?” He stretched his hand and grasped hers again, his dark eyes narrowing in a dangerous arc.

”Where I go is my business. What is it to you?” She scoffed and tried to free her hand.

”I am your mate, so of course, your business is my business.”

With a disdainful snort, Ramose turned his attention back to the witches. Sensing his sharp glare, the eldest witch looked in their direction and nodded slightly.

She moved to the center of the platform and motioned for her sisters. The five witches moved in two lines with the youngest in front. They carried a flaming tray that held a golden crown and floating flame scepter in the center.

The leaders of the clans and the various races were immediately attracted by the solemnity and care with which they carried the items.

”What are the Witches of the Tower playing at? In the previous decades of Battle of Wars, such a scene never took place.” The Demon Queen remarked in displeasure.

”The Demon Queen is right. What are these six witches playing at? Since the serpentine is already titled as the Serpentine Queen and she took her seat among us, the Battle of Wars is over. What drama is this?” The Devil King asked darkly.

”What's the hurry? We will know soon enough.” The Eagle King indifferently replied.

The Snake Queen didn't say anything. However, from the frown on her forehead, it was clear that she was confused as well.

”What is up with the witches? Did they forget to make an announcement?” Versailles curiously asked her mate, who only smiled back in response.

'What is up with him? Why is he behaving so strangely?'

She narrowed her eyes in suspicion, certain the beast was hiding something.

Just as she stretched her other hand to pull on his sleeve, the eldest witch turned to her. Versailles froze mid-action, wondering what the woman wanted.