Chapter 120: New Rules And Regulations

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!"

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"Serpentine Queen!"

"Serpentine Queen!"

The earth-shattering roar was deafening. The Colosseum of Nar produced an ear-piercing ring as the sound reverberated off its stark white walls. Versailles knew their intention.

They were not cheering her on and neither were they filled with boundless happiness at her being titled, Serpentine Queen. As a member of the Snake Clan and Werewolf King's mate, her every action would be in their favor.

This, they knew clearly.

However, there was now a chance that any rule or regulation that she implemented would affect their lives drastically, until the next decade's Battle of Wars. As creatures that sought their survival, they were obviously concerned about the rule she would implement.

As such, they used the method of hollering her new title with great energy and intensity to influence her emotions and sway her decision in their favor.

"Quiet down! Settle down!" Versailles raised her hand and spoke in an even, indifferent voice that sounded soothing because of its melodious and soft tone.

Amplified by her serpentine lungs, the musical sound traveled through the roaring audience and resonated in the buzzing atmosphere.

Instantly, the roaring beasts quietened down, their full attention focused on the gorgeous serpentine on the stage. There was surprise, shock, and disbelief in their eyes, however, that only reinforced their interest in the mesmerizing Serpentine Queen.

"Races of the Nar realm, I am aware of the difficulties and struggles every race goes through in order to survive and stay alive. I know of your pain and suffering, so there is no need to mention it. I know what you go through to remain standing. I know, because I went through the same." 

A defeated sigh of resignation and frustration passed through her lips that touched upon the hearts of the creatures. It cracked their steel hearts where a sliver of empathy and fondness for the serpentine took shape.

The eyes with which they looked at her were no longer desperate, but calm and understanding.

"Therefore, I don't need a beast to tell me that what you all desire most is a comfortable home and a full belly. Live is hard and survival in the Nar depends on survival of the fittest. However, on this day of my naming, I will implement a new rule never before heard of in the realm."

Her violet-gold eyes glowed with a fierce light and Versailles form floated in the air, her red-gold flame coils swaying on a silent breeze.

"From this day forth, every race in the realm will be assisted in securing a safe living environment and foraging for food. Every race will have a place to call home and go to bed with a full belly. Within the next year, no race will live an ignoble existence. This new rule will be the law and that law will be my rule!"

Her booming voice violently hammered on the hearts of the creatures, making them freeze in shock as confusion and astonishment filled their eyes.

"Did I just hear right? Did the Serpentine Queen declare that every race would be assisted in securing a living environment and food sources?"

"You heard it right. What nonsense! Is such a thing even possible?"

"That's what I'm saying! Which race is stupid enough to waste their time on finding a living environment and sources of food for beasts outside of their own race?"

"This Serpentine Queen is overreaching herself! If it was that easy to change the way of things in the Nar realm, then why would it take so long to implement such changes?"

Many of the spectating beasts felt disappointed at Versailles's declaration, finding the notion of being assisted in securing food sources and living environment ridiculous. Many more even viewed the entire idea as a joke, not taking it to heart.

"Hmph! She was just declared as the Serpentine Queen and is already thinking of herself as the ruler of the Nar realm? What a joke!" The Demon Queen sneered scornfully as she looked at the breathtaking serpentine floating in the air.

Her vicious eyes flashed with intense hatred and resentment that barely concealed the awkwardly hidden jealousy and envy intermittently flickering in her dark orbs.

With clenched fists, she hatefully spat on the ground and snorted, making her distaste clear to all those near her.

"Assist beasts in securing safe living environments and food sources? That is a great but impossible aspiration. Which race will sacrifice their own livelihood in order to assist others in securing one?" The Eagle King was similarly unconfident in Versailles's plan, finding the idea to be nothing more than a fleeting wish.

"Assist other races?" Ramose's brows furrowed in thought as he repeated the words.

The idea was truly more like a fleeting desire than a possibility. 

Because such a task was impossible.

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