Chapter 123: Queen Kuretiya of Wei En

Moreover, because the low‑born gray dwarves have an excessively strong reproductive capacity, the population has surged, leading to food shortages.

Thus, the slave trade is rampant in the gray dwarf realm.

It is also worth mentioning that in this underground world, there are not only gray dwarves; a great many other subhuman races are also abundant.

One could say that the prosperity of the underground world and its numerous subhuman civilizations are no less than those on the surface, perhaps even more mysterious.

However, when Fulade asked how these subhumans managed to coexist peacefully with humans, the queen replied, "More than a thousand years ago, a great war broke out. Because the major underground races experienced a population explosion, it caused a massive food crisis.

Consequently, the various subhuman groups living underground banded together to attack the surface, both to seize survival resources and to expend the surplus population through war.

But they were repelled by the surface humans, who joined forces with the major races.

And because of that, the entire Supernatural Realm began to decline."

Including the Wei En Kingdom, a total of twelve kingdoms were established back then to monitor the movements of the underground subhumans.

Each kingdom stations a powerful witch, forming the Northern Twelve Witches Council, and the queen serves as the witch leader representative for the Wei En Kingdom.

Hearing the queen's solemn revelation, Fulade could not help but sigh.

"I never imagined such a great event occurred a thousand years ago; I've been so uninformed. Are the witch leaders of the other kingdoms as powerful as you?"

Facing Fulade's puzzled gaze, the queen explained, "No. In fact, only those who break free from the Life Shackle and attain the official witch rank are recognized as one of the Twelve Witches.

It's just that my mentor died when a magical experiment went awry, weakening his soul fire, so I took the position early and became one of the Twelve Witches.

But at the same time, I must quickly surpass the official wizard rank within the allotted time, or I'll lose my qualification as a Twelve Witch."

Looking at the queen, whose eyes shimmered with watery light and whose face was full of pleading, Fulade thought for a moment and temporarily set aside his murderous intent.

"Do you know why I'm here?" Fulade gently lifted the queen's jaw, his fingers slowly rubbing her still‑graceful, charming cheek.

Faced with the terrifying man's ambiguous gesture, the queen's body began to tremble.

"What… what does he want?" A flash of panic crossed the queen's seductive eyes.

"He wants me to spare you; what happens next depends on her will," Fulade said, glancing off somewhere.

"Someone else…" The queen, still a bit bewildered, froze and quickly turned to look.

"Cinderella!" a flash of panic crossed the queen's face as she shouted.

A figure slowly materialized—it was Cinderella, who had been hidden nearby all along.

But now she wore a trace of sorrow; after nearly half a year together, regardless of the queen's initial intentions toward her, Cinderella had come to feel long‑lost motherly love and care.

Confronted with this truth, Cinderella found it hard to accept at once.

"Cinderella, it's up to you now—whether to kill, spare, or impose any punishment, the decision is yours."

Cinderella, being too kind, easily spared the queen.

But Fulade, well aware of human treachery, while having set aside his murderous intent, had no intention of letting her go easily.

Instead, he left an unequal magical contract, turning her into a pawn he could place within the Northern Witch Council.

Since he needed to control her for his own use, a mere magical contract was not secure.

Because casters excel at finding loopholes in contracts, using various methods to evade the contract's restraints and minimize its impact.

The most famous example is Angelique, who has previously pulled off such a slick maneuver, even more extreme.

It was a contract she signed with a king; the terms were plain and seemed normal—simply how much money she owed the king, within how many years to repay, and what punishment would follow.

When the contract expired, as the borrower, Angelique was fine, while the king who borrowed ended up owing Angelique tens of thousands of gold coins.

Because of that, Angelique could no longer stay there and fled to seek refuge with Fulade.

Angelique herself just now recounted the matter to herself.

Watching Angelique sway her supple waist, her profile showing a 'Prince, you're still too green' smirk, and walking out of the room with pride, Fulade suddenly turned his head toward Queen Kuretiya.

Sure enough, a flash of panic appeared on Queen Kuretiya's delicate, radiant face.

"Hmph." a trace of gloom crossed her face.

"Kneel."

At the sound of a booming command, Queen Kuretiya involuntarily shivered, dared not hesitate, and hurriedly knelt.

As the dark silhouette approached, Kuretiya's eyes widened, and she frantically shook her head.

Just as she opened her mouth to beg for mercy, a muffled "wu‑wu" sound came from her throat, clearly something had blocked it.

"Do you still want me to teach you?"

Kuretiya's frightened eyes flickered, and her body trembled involuntarily.

"Your performance really makes me angry."

"Looks like I need to give you a memory boost!"

With a flash of the dark shadow in his hand, a crisp sound rang out.

A punishment instantly unfolded across the ten‑kilometer‑high night sky.

"Divine Lord, Sister Angelique says we'll arrive at the destination shortly; I've come to inform you."

The door opened.

First, what caught Cinderella's eye were fragments of shattered golden, ornate dresses.

Looking further, she saw numerous arousing execution devices scattered on the ground.

On the soft bed lay her so‑called mother, performing some indescribably exquisite acts for the divine lord who had risen that morning.

This made Cinderella, who had never witnessed such a scene, blush deeply, her limbs go numb, and her heart pound.

She seemed frozen by a binding spell, her star‑like eyes fixed unblinking on the unforgettable sight before her.

"Don't—look."

At this moment, Kuretiya's cheeks were flushed, and her eyes, when looking at Fulade, were full of affectionate longing.

There was no trace of the unwilling, resentful face from last night.

Clearly, after a night of varied training.

Fulade gave the still charming, dignified and sexy Queen Wayne a profound memory that she cannot forget.

Thus, when she looks at Fulade now, it is as if she were looking at a lover—no, it is plainly admiration after having been conquered.

She had just gotten up in the morning, craving a snack, her face reveling as she obsessively ate bananas, Queen Wayne.

Seeing Cinderella suddenly burst into the room again, she couldn't help but blush shyly and, instinctively, cried out.

"Continue~!!"

Accompanied by a deep, resonant, magnetic voice came a powerful, warm, large hand.

Queen Wayne Cretia, upon hearing those words, instantly bowed her head obediently and continued to indulge.

Yet from her pure, slender neck, a rapidly rising flush of heat reveals her state of mind.

"Cinderella, you come over as well, and observe and learn properly."

As the words fell, a sharp gasp of cold air rang out instantly.

(End of chapter)