Chapter 113: End Of The Battle Of Wars

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?"

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"She did. Three of the five opponents admitted defeat, while two were brutally crashed out of the stage."

"It is a well-deserved victory."

Many of the creatures, although disappointed with the way the clash ended so quickly and many of their fantasies remained unfulfilled, they were still in awe of Versailles's strength. 

They felt she was more than worthy of gaining the title of a queen.

There were, however, many more that were unconvinced, believing her astounding victory to be majorly due to her unreasonable luck.

"But the Supreme Elder hadn't battled her. If he was present, with his many years of experience and hidden depth, she might not have won so easily."

"Yes, the Snake Queen and Werewolf King also admitted defeat without raising a finger."

"If the Werewolf King fought, there wouldn't even be any suspense. She would've lost without even getting the chance to fight back."

These individuals were mostly female beasts that were filled with jealousy and were attracted to the Wolf King, finding the youthful and radiant Versailles an eyesore.

"Whether she would've lost or not would depend on the Werewolf King. But as he said earlier, he would rather get injured himself than hurt her. Therefore, there is no point in making speculations that will never happen." The sudden intrusion caught the female beasts off guard.

Flushed with anger, they turned to the speaker only to see a giant scorpion with a hideous head looking scornfully at them.

As if struck by thunder, they drew back in unison, their expressions filled with disgust and revulsion.

"A hideous scorpion!"

"What is an ugly scorpion like you doing here? Shouldn't you be hiding your face in your swamp?"

"Just an ugly beast and it dares to comment on our conversation! If I wasn't so disgusted by its appearance, I would've certainly taught the unaware beast a lesson."

Curses and degrading words rang out as the females took turns taunting and mocking the creature they deemed too low to even exchange blows with.

The scorpion's face instantly flushed red and it self-consciously lowered its head, trying to hide its presence.

'Master was too kind to me, not taunting or mocking for my ugly head. Because of that, I forgot how repulsive my appearance is.'

A self-deprecating smile appeared on the beast's face, crushing its earlier confidence and fearlessness when it spoke on its master's behalf.

Now, as more insult after another rained down on it, it didn't dare to retort. It remained still, appearing as if none of the words entered his ears. Its vacant and hopeless eyes were the only indication of how severely the words affected it.

"Scorpion King, you came to see me?"

Right at this moment, a bright and cheerful voice interrupted, cutting into the females nasty and mean curses.

The beast, as if hearing the sound of a beautiful melody, raised its head in astonishment and joy.

"Master!" 

This was the Scorpion King that had accompanied Versailles in planting the poison traps throughout the battlegrounds.

After separating from Versailles, he went back to the Ancient Fortress and relayed her orders to the Goblin Chief. However, after a short while, he wasn't able to remain in the fortress as the worry for his Master overcame his fear of attending beast gatherings.

Plucking up its courage, it dashed to the Erupting Volcanos' Region. On arriving there, the Scorpion King repeatedly declared he didn't care about how the various beasts viewed before entering the region.

And just as luck would have it, the creatures were so focused on observing his master's every move that they didn't even notice his presence.

Feeling proud and pleased with how all the creatures admired his Master, he forgot about his own surroundings and hideous appearance, and joyously watched his Master.

Now, seeing that same bright smile and violet eyes without a trace of judgment, tears uncontrollably pooled in the creature's eyes as all his past grievances resurfaced in his heart.

He was just about to bawl his eyes out when another round of derisive comments froze him in place.

"The serpentine knows this hideous beast?"

"How is that possible? Although I hate to admit it, the serpentine is so breathtakingly beautiful that a creature like that scorpion isn't even worthy of licking her feet. So why would she know him?"

"I guess you're right. I was being paranoid. How could someone like serpentine Versailles know a hideous creature like this scorpion."

His excitement and happiness at hearing her words were instantly extinguished by the sentence, leaving nothing but a gaping hole in his heart.

'It's fine if Master finds me ugly. But for Master to hear others mock me so publicly...'

The despair and shame he felt submerged him in an endless pit of darkness.

If the words earlier were only knives that cut at his heart, they were now malicious claws that reached into his core and ripped out his soul, the painful agony so deep and soul-rending.

"So what if I know him? So what if I don't? What does it matter to you?"

Fierce, sharp, and full of rage, the words were like a sword slashing through the void, bringing light into endless dark pit.

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