Chapter 123: The Glorious Moment

"It must be great to have a doting mate. Even the Ancient Golden Crown and Solar Scepter of the Thousand-Year Old Witch can be handed over to you on a flaming tray." A succubus enviously remarked.

"Truthfully speaking, I never expected the Werewolf King to be so devoted. Before the Battle of Might, we never saw the beast's human form." 

"Do we have the right to be jealous? The Serpentine Queen is above and beyond our reach. With such a mate by his side, why would the Wolf King even spare us a glance?"

The Werewolf King pressured the six witches to willingly hand over their ancestral heirloom to his mate. This fact alone sparked flames of jealousy in the female beasts' hearts, making them gush their teeth in frustration. 

If only they could take the Serpentine Queen's place...

Ramose stood and held the crown in both hands. His expression turned gentle the moment his eyes fell on his mate, who blankly stared at him with wide eyes. He moved closer and slowly, reverently lowered the Ancient Golden Crown on her fire-kissed hair.

"Serpentine Queen! Werewolf King!"

"Serpentine Queen! Werewolf King!"

"Serpentine Queen!"

The endearing scene of the Serpentine Queen being personally crowned by her mate, the Werewolf King, aroused another round of cheers from the various races.

This was a glorious moment to be remembered and talked of for years to come.

Versailles was astonished by her mate's heart-melting treatment. The witches' announcement to hand her their ancestral crown and scepter filled her with suspicion, and she coldly observed them with skepticism. 

But when the Head Witch handed the crown over to Ramose, it was as if an explosion went off in her head, rendering her speechless. As a reborn serpentine, she knew the history behind the two heirlooms better than any creature in the Nar realm.

She knew how important and valuable the heirlooms were to the remaining six witches. Even if they came face to face with death, the Witches of the Tower wouldn't have handed over the crown and scepter.

However, her mate somehow accomplished the impossible. He managed to get her the fervently desired heirlooms as if they were nothing more than mere ornaments. If his tender care hadn't softened her heart in the past, his heart-warming treatment definitely did now.

Because snatching the crown and scepter out of the witches' hands was no easy feat.

"You must have promised them something. What did you promise them?" She held his retreating sleeve and asked with conviction.

Ramose held her hand and gently uncurled her fingers from his sleeve. Deeply gazing into her frantic eyes, he smiled.

"Want to know? Right after the conclusion of your crowning, go to the Underworld Palace with me. I will tell you there." With a turn of his head, he stepped away. Moving forward, he solemnly grabbed the Solar Scepter in the Head Witch's hand.

"Serpentine Queen! Werewolf King!"

"Serpentine Queen! Werewolf King!"

"Serpentine Queen! Werewolf King!"

The races continued with their fervent chants, not pausing once since the beginning of Versailles's crowning. With the same air of solemnity, Ramose handed the Solar Scepter to her, his dark eyes colliding with hers in passing.

Although it was only for a brief moment, Versailles saw the pride and love in their unwavering depths.

With such a mate by her side, she had no fear of the future. Be it the Supreme Elder, Dark Lord, or unrelenting nightmares, she feared nothing.

"Serpentine Queen! Werewolf King!"

Under the roaring cheers of the races of the Nar realm and her mate by her side, Versailles embraced the most glorious moment of her life.

Her official titling and unexpected crowning as the Serpentine Queen.

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"Light, the Battle of Wars concluded successfully. I want to take you home. Will you come with me?" Ramose held Versailles's hand as he gently helped her cross over the cracked ground. They left the Colosseum of Nar the moment the witches declared the event complete.

As they slowly walked beneath the floating white structure, various beasts intermittently glanced in their direction, the envy and longing practically oozing out of their eyes. Versailles sensed the heated gazes but paid them no mind.

Covetousness and jealousy were inherent attributes of the female beasts. 

"Do you plan on taking me to the Underworld Palace without making an oath at the Eternal Flaming Sea?" She asked with her brow lifted.

"Eternal Flaming Sea!? Of course not! I was going to take you to the Eternal Flaming Sea before heading home! Haha..." Ramose finally got what he had been desperately chasing after. Ecstatic with joy, he bent and picked her up, happily twirling her in the air.

"Haha...put me down! You damn wolf! Put me down right now! Haha..." Versailles felt ticklish, his hands on her waist sending electric currents in her body that numbed her mind.

Fearful of making a fool of herself before the entire Nar race, she shrieked in indignation and beat unrestrainedly on his arms. But it was as if she was hitting a wall, her fists having no effect on Ramose who was flushed with happiness.

A few more hits later, her fists turned numb and she dejectedly withdrew her hands as she admitted defeat. Before an ecstatic wolf, her strength amounted to nothing.

"Hmmmuh! Light, let's invite the other beasts to our oath exchange ceremony. I want to declare you mine in front of the entire realm!" Ramose loudly kissed her forehead and placed her down. His dark orbs intensely gazed into her violet ones, taking her breath away.

"Yours? Didn't I already make it clear that I belong to no one but myself?" In an attempt to calm her racing heart, she focused on the insignificant portion of his speech.

"You did. But I belong to you. In return, doesn't it only make sense for you to belong to me?"

"No! Not if I haven't decided to belong to you!"

"If you won't belong to me, who else can you belong to?"

The two walked together hand and hand, bantering the entire way as they returned to the Werewolf Camp. Ramose escorted his mate to their sleeping cave. Once he saw her fall asleep, he silently exited the cave.

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In the center of the Werewolf Camp, all the werewolves were gathered around a bonfire, celebrating the successful conclusion of this decade's Battle of Wars.

"Do you know what the most exhilarating part of this entire exchange was? Our ferocious Wolf King turning into a tiny, cute beast to chase after his mate!"

"Haha...."

"You got that right! I never expected a day to come where I will see my mighty Wolf King as an innocent, cute beast."

"Shhhh! Keep your voices down! If King Ramose hears you, you can say goodbye to your immortal life." Olsen nervously quietened the wolves, afraid of getting implicated in their recklessness.

"Olsen quit being such a coward! You are the closest to our King. How come you never told us that he has such a cute side as well? Huh?"

"Yes, Olsen. Because of you, we viewed our King as a cold and ruthless wolf all these years. If it wasn't for the serpentine's appearance, we would never have known how gentle and loving our Wolf King is."

'Gentle? Hmph!'

Olsen inwardly scoffed at the naivety of the buzzing wolves, finding her statements ridiculous and laughable. His mind wandered back to the extreme training the Werewolf King made forced the wolves to undertake before the beginning of the Battle of Wars.

After that ruthless training, if Wolf King was labeled as gentle, then he would consider himself a flame bug. Weak and annoying in the face of struggle.

"Olsen!"

His thoughts were instantly interrupted by the cold voice of the said 'gentle king'. 

"Yes, Wolf King!"

"Come see me!"

"Yes!"

Not daring to delay a moment longer, Olsen anxiously hopped to his feet and sprinted towards his King.

In the chilly atmosphere, King Ramose motionlessly stood across from the cave he shared with his mate. Upon detecting Olsen's presence, he shifted his gaze to him.

"Olsen, send out an invite to every beast that attended the Battle of Wars. Inform them that I, the Werewolf King, will be exchanging my eternal vows with my mate at the Eternal Flaming Sea. Their presence is required." Giving the cold command, King Ramose turned and left without another word.

"Yes, Werewolf King!" With a bowed head, Olsen deferentially responded in the empty space.

The next warm morning, the various beasts of the Nar realm gathered before a sea of white flames, the pure, creamy flares exuding an aura of eternity as they surged vigorously. 

Versailles, garbed in her black robe with her flaming red-gold locks floating behind her, solemnly faced Ramose, who was similarly dressed in black with his shoulder-length black hair floating around his face.

Tightly clasping hands, the two deeply gazed into each other's eyes and smiled.

BOOM! 

Space shook and a deep, ancient voice that seemed to come from the era of legends, rang out in the solemn atmosphere.

"Serpentine Queen, Versailles Skyler, do you take this male, Werewolf King, Ramose Umair as your immortal mate, forever bond together in this life?"

"I do!"

"Do you?"

"I do!"

"Do you?"

"I do!"

"Werewolf King, Ramose Umair, do you take this female, Serpentine Queen, Versailles Skyler as your immortal mate, forever bond together in this life?"

"I do!"

"Do you?"

"I do"

"Do you?"

"I do!"

BOOM!

The white sea foam and raised into the sky, showering creamy light onto the two beasts tightly holding each other's hands. On the center of their foreheads, a black dot appeared. The dot was in the shape of an elongated star, with only the top and bottom clearly defined.

This was the mark of the Eternal Flaming Sea, the witness, and keeper of their eternal vow. As long as the Nar realm remained and the Eternal Flaming Sea flowed, Versailles and Ramose would forever be bond to each other.

Of the two, whoever deserted the other would face the eternal scorching of their soul from the Eternal Flaming Sea.

"Without you, I am but a shell. It is you who breathes life into my soul, my better half." Ramose sealed their eternal life together with the Werewolf's mate-bond.

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END OF ARC 2: ADVENT OF THE VENOMOUS SERPENTINE

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