Chapter 122: Rise Of The Serpentine-Wolf

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.

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"Serpentine Queen Versailles Skyler!" The witch powerfully addressed.

"Yes...?" She replied doubtfully as she straightened her posture.

"The Battle of Wars is a battle fought between the various races. It is used to determine the status and ranking of each race within the Nar realm. This is the one and only tradition passed down from the break of dawn. However, because of you, this decade's Battle of Wars completely diverged from the usual."

"Yeah, we all know that!"

"What do you want to say? Just get to the point!"

"Is there any beast present here that isn't aware the Battle of Wars this decade was different?"

Various hollers and shouts rang out, the beasts feeling impatient and defensive on Versailles's behalf. They were all in the mindset of wanting to protect the serpentine that promised them a home.

"Calm down, calm down! Let the Head Witch finish her speech!" The youngest witch raised her hand and requested in a commanding tone, instantly silencing the buzzing crowd.

"Different from the usual, the Serpentine Queen single-handedly faced the entire races of the realm. Through her keen intellect, courage, and unquestionable might, she overcame all obstacles. As such, we present to her the Ancient Golden Crown and Solar Scepter of the Thousand-Year Old Witch!"

Her declaration was like a clap of thunder, resonating in the beasts' minds as they froze in disbelief. 

"Did the Head Witch just say Ancient Golden Crown and Solar Scepter?"

"That's what she said...I think?"

"She really said the Ancient Golden Crown and Solar Scepter! That's the only heirloom of the Witches of the Tower!"

The clan leaders raised their heads in shock, looking at the six witches as if they had suddenly grown three heads and six arms. 

"They are really going to give that serpentine the Ancient Golden Crown and Solar Scepter?" The Demon Queen couldn't handle the sudden blow and threw up blood. Her eyes swiveled uncontrollably, the dark orbs turning bloodshot before she fainted.

She was already depressed because of the Werewolf King's public display of support. Her mind didn't even fully accept the idea of having to shift her focus from the Wolf King to another powerful beast to achieve her dreams.

And yet, before even the time it took for half a candlestick to burn had passed, she received an even greater blow in the form of the six witches. 

That's right. The witches had dealt her a blow more severe than losing the Werewolf King to the serpentine. She had her eyes set on the Ancient Golden Crown and Solar Scepter of the Witches Tower before even dreaming of ruling the Nar realm. 

There was an unspoken belief in the realm. The various races unequivocally believed that whoever possessed the Ancient Golden Crown and Solar Scepter would reign supreme. The same crown and scepter of the Thousand-Year Old Witch that personally created the Underworld Palace of the Werewolf Clan.

But since the two heirlooms belonged to the Witches of the Tower, no race was able to possess them. Not because they didn't have the ability to battle for it, but because the heirlooms were stored in a separate dimension that only the Head Witch could enter.

A dimension that required the sacred blood of the Head Witch that possessed trace amounts of the sacred race's divine blood. 

The Devil King sensed the Demon Queen's unusual state, but he wasn't in the frame of mind to care about her. His entire body turned cold, his limbs trembling from the extreme disbelief and agitation.

"They are willingly handing over the Ancient Golden Crown and Solar Scepter to her?" He could not believe it.

Why would the Werewolf King's mate, the beast that was already overwhelmingly frightening, receive the private heirloom of the Witches of the Tower?

This was basically sharpening the claws and fangs of an already ferocious behemoth!

"The heavens truly favor the fortunate." The Snake Queen indifferently remarked, her hooded eyes not betraying a trace of her feelings.

Under the burning gazes of the various beasts, the Head Witch took the Ancient Golden Crown from the tray and stepped forth. But instead of placing the crown on the Serpentine Queen's head, she handed it over to the Werewolf King.

That one action answered the burning question in the hearts of the various races.

It wasn't that the witches were willingly handing over their heirloom, but that they were forced to hand it over!

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