Chapter 135 - Regaining Conscious (2/2)
”Great Healer, you dared to declare the Serpentine Queen dead when she was still alive? What were you trying to do, get us killed?”
”Aye, this can't be blamed on me. In the entire Nar realm, which beast have you ever seen get attacked by a Thunder-Kill Spectra and live to tell the tale, huh? Up to this date, aside from your King's mate, there hasn't been any!” He sighed in frustration and agitation.
”I really want to test every blood in her cell to see how she was able to achieve such a feat!”
”Heh...you want to test every blood in her cell? Why don't you just go and die? I promise it will be a lot easier and less painful that way. Because if my King comes to know about the words you just spoke, then even a thousand deaths will not be able to redeem you from his wrath.”
With a disdainful scoff, Olsen turned and left the room.
He still had to find someone to take turn the room into an entertainment hall.
The Great Healer, suddenly alone in the cool room, recalled Olsen's words and shuddered. Cold sweat dripped down his forehead when he thought of the Wolf King's affection for his mate. If he really came to know about his words, then even ten thousand deaths would not be able to redeem him.
Wiping off the sweat on his forehead, the Great Healer scuffled out of the cool room in a fluster.
Within a few heartbeats, the entire Underworld Palace became aware of the critical condition of the Werewolf King. As the details of the incident spread, many sighs of sympathy and disguised pity rang out.
Of course, while the wolves felt sympathy, many of the female beasts only feigned pity.
”Sigh, the serpentine had only become the Wolf King's mate, and yet, she is already on her death bed. What ill-luck! Truly ill-luck!” A voluptuous succubus exaggeratedly sighed as she shook her head.
”This is what you call fate. The two might have bonded in soul, but the serpentine wasn't strong enough to handle the Werewolf King's dominating aura, hence, leading to her early death. She can only blame her fate for making her encounter with the King short.” A dinymph added from the side.
”Now that the Serpentine Queen is dead, I wonder who will become the Werewolf King's mate?” Another female beast with blue skin and blue eyes asked, only she directly declared the Serpentine Queen dead, throwing away any shred of pretense.
In her eyes, the Serpentine Queen, his so-called mate, was nothing but a passing guest.
The females gave each other knowing glances, their eyes sparkling with a radiant glow as they thought of the Werewolf King. Even though they were only slaves and servants of the Werewolf Clan, they were treated amiably in the clan compared to the other beasts in the other five clans.
Moreover, the wolves were warm-blooded, and oftentimes, their mates were not enough to satisfy their lust. As such, they, the slaves and servants got the chance to serve the masters in bed. This was a great honor for any lesser race as she would immediately gain a status above that of the ordinary servants and slave beasts.
And that's when the werewolf they served was not even the Werewolf King!
Right at this time, a joyous roar resounded from the crimson Palace situated in the center of the City.
”What's with the commotion? Did the Serpentine Queen pass away?” The blue-eyed and blue-skinned beast asked in nervous excitement.
”If she had passed away, then the uproar wouldn't be this joyous.”
”That's true. Let's go and see.”
With that, the group of female slaves dropped their task and gathered at the sidelines of the cheering crowd.
”Great! Our Werewolf King's mate is safe and sound. Now our King can be relieved!”
”Haha! What do I always say? Our King and Queen are too breathtaking together. They make the other beasts in the realm grit their teeth in envy and jealousy. That's why they are schemed against. However, who are our King and Queen? They are the Werewolf King and Serpentine Queen, true soulmates that are made just for each other! How can measly beasts possibly separate them? Even a Thunder-Kill Spectra is useless!”
”Brother, you have snatched the words right out of my mouth! Hahaha...”
As the werewolves roared in joy and delight, their female mates smiled in silence by their sides. Only the female servants and slaves had dark expressions on their faces.
”She didn't die?”
”It looks like she survived. I guess fate doesn't want her to die before experiencing life as the Werewolf King's mate and the Underworld Palace's Queen.”
”If not today, then there is always another day. As for now, we should be content with the fact that we now have a chance to serve the Wolf King!”
With twisted, greedy expressions on their faces, the female lesser races withdrew from the crowd and went back to their stations.
Even though the Werewolves were warm-blooded, they never touched other females before getting a mate. This was to show respect for their mates' and make it clear to every female in the Underworld Palace of their status and importance in their life.
Before their mate, no one else should ever come in their lives.
As such, even though the female lesser races desired to warm the bed for the Werewolf King, they had no chance of doing so before his mate entered his life. And now that she did, they were desperate to be the first one to offer herself.
In the Nar realm, many clans, such as the Seeking Evil Clan and the Demon Clan were anxiously waiting to hear the news of the Serpentine Queen's passing. When two ice nights passed and no such news came out, the anxious hearts of the beasts froze.
”She is still not dead yet? Not even after I set loose a Thunder-Kill Spectra on her?” The Demon Queen's face turned pale as she weakly slumped into her seat.
'Why is it so difficult to kill one serpentine!?'