Chapter 147: A Performance Just For Her

Her nonchalant tone and relaxed attitude caught the beasts off guard. They were anticipating a great show, but what's this? Their provocations and intentional jabs met with a hard wall?

Rapidly blinking, they looked at one another in confusion before solemnly turning back to the languid Gold Blood.

'As expected, when it comes to controlling our emotions, we are nothing in front of her. No wonder she controlled the Crimson Palace for more than 10 years.'

Sighing dejectedly, the beasts internally compared their anxious and nervous selves to the composed and unruffled Gold Blood. 

"Luciana, I don't think you understood our meaning. The Serpentine Queen is the Werewolf King's wife. Even if she needs time to figure out how to run the affairs of the Underworld Palace, you will need to wait for her to personally request for your assistance." The Finfish wasn't willing to admit defeat.

Luciana was the same as them, the mate of a Beta Wolf. So what right did she have to live a better life than them? Her dark eyes blazed with fiery light as she glared at the Gold Blood.

The beasts were caught up in comparing themselves with Luciana, resenting and hating her for her good fortune. In this comparison, however, they had completely forgotten the kind of life they lived before entering the Underworld Palace.

This was greed. An attribute found in all living beings but was greatly amplified in the races that lived in the Nar realm. This was one of the many attributes that made the Nar realm the way it was and the driving force behind the various races' constant fight for resources.

Luciana saw the females' dark faces and smiled in triumph, her blue eyes swirling with delight on seeing their crestfallen expressions.

'Hmph! Just some unruly beasts who believe themselves to be mighty! My ancient clan's bloodline is enough to leave them in the dust!'

"Oh, I understand your meaning just fine. I think it's you who fails to understand me. Haley, I'll say it again, I won't say it a third time. My affairs are none of your concern. Whether I remain in the Crimson Palace or not, is also none of your business. This is the Serpentine Queen's welcome banquet. Let's not create a scene. Otherwise, you won't be able to explain yourself to the Werewolf King." Smiling sweetly, Luciana ignored the beasts and went back to munching on her fruits.

As her gaze fell on the Werewolf King again, Luciana's eyes turned dark with complicated emotions.

Sooner or later, she had to leave the Underworld Palace. She was prepared for this from the moment she heard the Wolf King had found his mate. What she wasn't prepared for, however, was the reluctance in her heart after she saw King Ramose's second form.

She expected him to be handsome, dashing, dark, and overbearing. But a charming and gentle mate was out of her expectations.

'If the Serpentine Queen requests my expulsion from the palace, will he grant it?'

Ramose watched his mate nimble on fruit after fruit, her bored expression amusing him. Deciding he needed to do someone to relieve her boredom, he snapped his fingers and a servant appeared beside his throne. 

"The Serpentine Queen is bored. Set up a performance to liven the atmosphere. Inform the performers. Whoever brings a smile to her face will be heavily rewarded."

"Yes, Werewolf King!"

"That's all. You can go."

"Thank you, Wolf King." Retreating with a serious expression, the lesser beast hurriedly scurried out of the palace. His appearance was as if he had received a heavenly mandate.

Ramose leaned back in his throne and grabbed his mate's hand again, looking forward to the upcoming performance.

"What were you whispering so secretly about? Is it something I shouldn't know?"

"There is nothing you can't know. Only something not worth you knowing."

"Hmph! Aren't you a talker? However, I am not falling for your sweet words." Versailles suspiciously narrowed her eyes as she peered at his face. Finding nothing, she sighed in defeat and attempted to withdraw her hand.

But Ramose had no intention of letting go of her hand. Freely holding her hand as she sat beside him was one of many dreams he saw. Now that one of those dreams was being fulfilled, why would he be foolish enough to shatter it?

"Let go!"

"Not letting go! I want to hold your hand for the entire banquet."

"You're crazy! If you hold my hand for the entire banquet, then how am I going to eat?"

"You have another hand, don't you?" His clear eyes, childish attitude, and adorable expression left her speechless. It was a while later when she responded.

"You are impossible!"

"If I was, I wouldn't be yours, would I?"

"...." Having nothing else to say, Versailles deflated into her seat and started eating with her other hand. She was no match for a doting, stubborn, and shameless Werewolf King. Arguing with him would only tire her out. Instead of wasting her energy talking nonsense with him, she would rather conserve her energy and eat in peace.

"Just wait! Once I fully recover, I will show you why you shouldn't mess with a serpentine!" She hissed vengefully.

"You said something." An ignorant wolf innocently asked.

"No, nothing. Just enjoying my fruits." A vengeful serpentine replied.

In this manner, the two mates did their own things in peace, one happily holding the hand of his mate, while the other sinisterly smiled, vowing revenge. A while later, music drifted into the hall, attracting the crowd's attention.

The werewolves and their mates curiously turned towards the group of beasts streaming into the hall. Seeing that they were performers, their eyes shined in anticipation,

"In the past Underworld Queen welcoming banquets, were there any performances?"

"How would I know? I only entered the Underworld palace 11 years ago. But this is a bit too extravagant, isn't it?"

"You're only saying that because your mate never arranged a performance for you."

"Who are you to speak? As far as I know, your mate doesn't even take you out for sightseeing."

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"Be quiet. Stop embarrassing yourselves. No one cares about what your mates do and don't do for you. What matters right now is that this performance is arranged for the Serpentine Queen. If you cause a ruckus that reaches the Werewolf King's ears, be prepared to face his wrath." Luciana's cold words interrupted the bickering beasts, instantly silencing them.

Although they felt jealous of the Serpentine Queen, they didn't dare to openly attack her. Because behind her stood the Werewolf King who adored her beyond all expectations. Suppressing their turbulent emotions, the females silently focused on the performance.

"The Werewolf King is going all out to please his Queen." One of the Ruling Wolf Pack elders quietly sneered.

"Be careful of what you say. The King before us is no longer the same." Elder Saros warned.

Instantly, the Ruling Wolf Pack fell silent, their gazes turning vacant as they stared at their drinks.

Truly, the Werewolf King before them was no longer the same.

He now had a mate to please.

As the hall fell in silence, the lesser beasts that entered fanned out, each holding a round tray in their hands. Kneeling on the ground, they raised the tray above their heads in a solemn silence that resembled a worshipping ceremony.

The leader of the performance trope stepped out and stood in the center of the hall. Clasping his hands in a respectful manner, he bowed.

"Serpentine Queen, the Underworld welcomes you. In honor of your appearance, the Werewolf King requested us to put on a splendid performance for you. I hope our little tricks will bring a smile to your lips." Bowing again, the beast retreated into the back of the performers.

"I didn't know you set up a performance for me. Thank you." Versailles looked at her mate, her eyes going gentle upon meeting his smiling ones. She hated to admit it, but Ramose truly treated her like the queen of his heart.

His every act, action, and intent had her in mind.

"You don't need to thank me. I just want you to be happy. As long as you are happy and smiling, I will be the happiest beast in the realm." He couldn't adore her enough, pamper her enough, love her enough.

So, why would he need her thanks for his little attempts?

As long as there was life in his body, he wished to shower her with all the love in his heart and soul.

Versailles smiled and turned to watch the performance. Even if she didn't like it, she was going to act like she did. Because her mate went to great lengths to make her happy. And her greatest happiness was knowing how much he cared for her.

The performance started with the beasts shifting into their beast forms. Standing in different corners of the hall, they released a flame boar and threw flame knives at the wild beast. Roaring in rage, the wild beast raised its paws and flew into the air.

Instantly, popping sounds rang out, and a horde of flame flies appeared in the air, obstructing its path. The tiny creatures surrounded the wild boar, its large size dwarfing the ant-like flame insects, as they got into positions resembling a formation.

Another round of popping rang out and the flame flies exploded into a shower of light. The sparks of red flames covered the boar and before every beasts' eyes, it transformed into a giant Flame fly.

"Great! Great! Wonderful trick!"

"I never knew a boar could change into a fly..."

"It's all a trick. I am sure the boar didn't really change into a fly. It's just an illusion."

The female beasts exclaimed in surprise as the werewolves skeptically remarked. Even though they said the act was nothing but a trick, they couldn't hide the shine in their eyes. They too were a little taken with the performance.

"Awesome! Wonderful!" Versailles clapped excitedly, causing the male beside her to frown in displeasure at finding his hand empty. 

"Heh...not intentional. Not intentional. The performance was just too exciting." She embarrassedly explained with raised hands.

"Here, you can hold it again."

Ramose smiled and held her hand, pleased to see her being so well-behaved. 

Versailles saw the proud smile on his face and smirked disgustedly before ignoring him.

'In consideration of the wonderful performance, I will let you be for the moment.' Thinking as such, she focused on the performance in front of her.

The giant Flame Fly flew around in circles before descending to the ground. The second its thin limbs landed on the floor, the entire floor went up in flames. 

"There's fire!"

"Move away! Move away!"

Alarmed at the spreading fire, the beasts hurriedly left their seats and huddled beneath the throne platform. The fire spread causing even the Ruling Wolf Pack and the King's Pack to frown. Before it reached the huddled group, however, the sea of flames transformed into a sea of flower petals.

The crimson, gold, and orange petals flew into the air, raining a shower of brilliant colors that awed and dazzled the females.

"So, beautiful! I have never seen such a beautiful shade of flowers in the Nar realm before."

In the Nar realm, the only place that came close to possessing flowers was the Floating Flame Island of the serpentines. And since the area belonged to one of the Six Supreme Clans, no beast had the guts to blindly wander into the territory and admire the beautiful flame trees and netherworld flowers.

As such, getting the chance to witness such a splendid sight stole their breath away.

The floating crimson-gold and orange flowers shattered apart and transformed into snow-white flakes. Like snowflakes, the white particles drifted into the entire hall, before floating to the platform.

Before the beasts of the Underworld Palace, the white flakes floated above Versailles's head and showered her in their bright glory.

"This..." Shocked speechless, Versailles blinked rapidly as the white flakes continued to shower on her.. Just when she returned to her senses and was about to turn to her mate, another astonishing trick occurred that left her breathless.

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