The flas began to spread from one tree to another, and the elves were thrown into a panic as they watched the trees they had nurtured for generations catch fire.
"O-Our hos... they’re burning...!" an elderly elf cried out, falling to his knees, clutching his head with both hands in despair.
"W-Why is this happening to us? What did we ever do to the Dragon Blood Tribe to deserve this?!"
"Those arrogant bastards! They destroyed our sacred trees—trees that shelter us from the rain, feed us, and give us hos!"
"They’ll pay for this! We did nothing to them, yet they ruined everything! The Great Spirit protecting us will make them pay!"
The elves standing before the raging flas shouted in fury, cursing the Dragon Blood Tribe for the destruction of their beloved forest.
Monts later, a group of high-ranking mages arrived at the scene and were instantly struck by the chaos unfolding before them.
Gasp! They froze, eyes wide in disbelief. Lying on the scorched ground was Zerath, screaming in pain—his limbs completely severed.
"I-Isn’t that Commander Zerath of the Dragon Blood Tribe? H-How did he end up like that?!" one mage muttered in shock.
Then they saw her—Sylvia—standing tall in front of Zerath, a cold, devilish grin on her face. The sight stunned the mages.
"I-It’s Lady Sylvia... She did this. She took him down—and chopped off all four of his limbs!" another mage exclaid, his eyes filled with awe.
"Incredible... She actually defeated the Silver Dragon of the Dragon Blood Tribe... That’s unbelievable."
The mages stared at Sylvia with newfound reverence, their respect for her deepening.
Sylvia t their gaze with a stern expression. "You there—start evacuating the people. Prioritize the elderly and the children."
She then turned to the others and commanded, "The rest of you, focus on the fire. Use water magic and stop the flas before they spread to more trees!"
"Understood, Lady Sylvia!"
The mages imdiately moved to evacuate civilians and began casting powerful water spells, working quickly to contain the blaze.
Sylvia closed her eyes and spread her Divine Sense across the area, searching for anyone still trapped inside their hos. Fortunately, every ho was empty.
’Thank the Spirit no one was inside...’ she sighed softly in relief.
Soon, the situation was under control. The flas were no longer spreading, and within a few minutes, the elves had completely extinguished the fire.
anwhile, Mireya sat on her throne with a calm expression, her eyes closed as she observed everything happening across her kingdom through her Divine Sense. Though her face remained composed, a deep fury simred within her. The cries of her people echoed in her mind—their pain, their panic—as ancient trees burned and houses filled with mories were consud by fire. These were not just trees; they were sacred, part of a lineage that had protected and nurtured the elves for generations. To see them destroyed so rcilessly... it cut deep.
’I will skin that bastard alive for what he’s done to my kingdom... Good thing I won’t have to look far—he’s already here.’ Mireya’s thoughts sharpened like a blade as her expression turned deadly serious.
Elaris, seated a few steps below the throne, glanced at her older sister and instinctively tensed. Her body shivered with goosebumps, as though it were trying to warn her of sothing primal and dangerous.
’What is this strange feeling I’m getting from Sister Mireya...? Why does she look so angry all of a sudden?’ Elaris wondered with a puzzled frown, confused by the shift in Mireya’s aura.
Suddenly, faint footsteps echoed from behind the grand doors of the throne room.
A mont later, the massive doors were pushed open.
Mireya raised an eyebrow when she saw Kaelrath standing in the doorway, wearing a lascivious grin as he locked eyes with her from across the hall.
He tilted his head slightly and gave an order to his n without looking back. "Guard the door. Don’t let anyone enter. Kill anyone who dares to co rescue their Queen."
"As you command, Lord!" the guards replied in unison, promptly shutting the doors behind him with a loud boom.
Kaelrath stepped further into the room with a smirk.
"Queen Mireya. It’s been far too long," he said smoothly, his eyes shalessly raking her figure. "And you’ve beco even more beautiful... more alluring than before."
Mireya returned a small, provocative smile. "You’re right. I have beco more beautiful—after eting my beloved."
The words left her lips like a dagger coated in honey.
Kaelrath’s smile faltered. His steps froze mid-stride as her words struck him unexpectedly.
’Her beloved...? What?’ His thoughts spun in disbelief. ’She has a man? No—no, this must be a bluff. She’s trying to provoke . That’s all it is...’
Still, the brief pause in his stride and the twitch in his expression said otherwise.
Elaris stared at the scene wide-eyed, stunned by the presence of the Dragon Blood Tribe’s leader in the heart of the Elven Kingdom.
’What the hell is going on...? Why is the leader of the Dragon Blood Tribe here?!’ she scread inwardly, her eyes darting between Kaelrath and her sister.
Kaelrath stared at Mireya for a few silent seconds, uncertainty flickering in his eyes.
’There’s no way... Soone as proud and cold as her falling in love? Please. That only happens in fairy tales, not reality.’ He scoffed inwardly, then sighed in relief.
"Hahaha! Don’t ss with , Queen Mireya. You? Finding a man? That’s impossible. Even you know that," he said with a laugh that echoed arrogantly through the throne room.
His gaze shifted to Elaris, who was glaring at him with open disdain. Smirking, he added, "Little girl, don’t stare at like that. If you keep looking at my handso face, you just might fall for ."
Elaris’s face twisted in disgust, her stomach churning at the sound of his voice. She looked as if she might vomit.
"You’re far too full of yourself, Lord Kaelrath," Mireya said with a dry chuckle before Elaris could explode.
Kaelrath laughed again, though her words stung his pride. He didn’t let it show.
But Mireya’s smile vanished. Her eyes sharpened, and her voice turned icy. "I wonder what kind of business you have with , Lord Kaelrath. Your n have already caused quite the chaos outside. Surely you realize there will be consequences for such actions within my territory."
"Consequences?" Kaelrath echoed with amusent, chuckling arrogantly. "I doubt that. There won’t be any consequences once I’m finished here."
His expression shifted. A twisted grin spread across his face as he approached the throne, stopping just inches from Mireya. His voice dropped low and smug. "I didn’t co here for an audience... I ca to claim you."
The look in his eyes was vile—lustful, possessive, and utterly repugnant.
Mireya’s expression turned ice-cold. His very presence disgusted her now.
With a dangerous smile curving her lips, she said softly, "I have to admit... you’re bold. Standing before and voicing such filth without even a shred of sha. However..."
"However?" Kaelrath leaned in slightly, still grinning, foolishly believing he had the upper hand.
"You’ve misunderstood the situation far too much," she whispered.
Before he could react, Mireya’s foot shot up—lightning-fast and rciless.
Her heel slamd into his groin with devastating force.
Kaelrath’s eyes bulged. His breath caught in his throat. His body jerked violently from the impact.
He didn’t even see it coming. His arrogance had completely blinded him.
BANG!
His massive fra was launched across the throne room like a sack of bricks. He slamd into the marble wall with a sickening crack before collapsing to the floor in a heap.
He writhed in agony, both hands clutching between his legs. His face was red, contorted with pain, his mouth frozen in a silent scream. His pride—and sothing else—had been utterly shattered.
Elaris gasped, eyes wide as saucers. Her hands flew to her mouth.
She swallowed hard, her entire body shuddering as she imagined the pain Kaelrath was enduring.
’Big Sister... that was brutal...’ she thought, both in horror and awe.
"Aghhh!!" Kaelrath writhed on the floor, clutching himself in agony. The pain was so severe it made his vision blur, his mind spin.
’What... what is this pain...?’ He gasped, then froze. His hands were wet—sticky.
’B-Blood?!’
His eyes widened in horror as he looked down at his groin, trembling. His pride... was bleeding.
"You stay here and watch," Mireya said calmly to Elaris as she rose from her throne. Her heels clicked with cold finality on the marble floor, each step echoing like a death sentence.
She stood over Kaelrath, looking down on him with sheer contempt.
A smirk curled on her lips. Her gaze was icy. Predatory.
"Well, Lord Kaelrath, how does it feel?" she asked, her voice dripping with venom. "Too painful? I thought you were a man. But here you are... crawling on my floor like a pathetic little worm. How utterly ridiculous."
Every word was a dagger, precise and deliberate.
Kaelrath choked, gritting his teeth. "Y-You bitch... Gahhh!"
The insult had barely left his mouth before her disgust deepened.
Without a word, she slamd her foot into him again—another brutal strike to the sa destroyed region.
CRACK!
His body slid across the floor with a shrill, inhuman scream, slamming into the far wall like a broken doll. Blood soaked the tiles beneath him. His voice went hoarse—then silent.
His eyes rolled back.
Unconscious.
Not dead. But broken. Completely, utterly broken.
What he thought would be a triumphant show of dominance had turned into the most humiliating defeat of his life. His pride—his legacy—had been crushed under Mireya’s heel, literally and figuratively.
He would never recover from this.
"Unbelievable..." Elaris whispered, eyes wide, staring at the bloodstained floor. Her jaw hung open as she turned to Mireya.
She hurried to her side.
"Big Sis... I never knew you were ’that’ powerful! That was amazing!"
Mireya chuckled, wiping her boot clean on Kaelrath’s cloak without looking at him.
"It’s nothing," she replied calmly. "You haven’t seen even a fraction of my strength yet. He was just a loudmouth with no power behind his bark. An arrogant fool."
Elaris swallowed hard.
’Just how strong is Big Sister Mireya...?’
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