Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re)-Chapter 487: The Looming Dark Omen On The Horizon (1)
Third Person’s POV
They were smooth, polished, and regal and were shaped like a natural crown, like an exotic symbol of a divine lineage rather than a deformity.
Instead of diminishing her beauty, the horns elevated it, giving her the unmistakable presence of a goddess, or more precisely, a white dragon goddess.
Delicate light-blue jewelry adorned her snowy neck, her pointed ears, and her slender fingers, each piece catching and reflecting the ambient glow like frozen droplets of sky.
To the world, she would have been breathtaking in every possible way, but to Altheria, she was anything but that.
The little duchess’s expression twisted with open scorn, her crimson eyes sharp with disgust as she glared at the woman and spat out her words without restraint.
"And what pleasure do I have to be greeted by you visiting my Sanctum in secret and to find you spying on my students and me so shamelessly, you shameless bitch.?"
Her voice dripped with hostility, and there was no pretense of nobility in it, as she continued in her venomous tone,
"Heh. I wonder how well you would fare if I told Nyx about you creeping around here behind her back, especially at the exact place where her first and only disciple has just arrived."
The threat and hidden meaning in her words were unmistakable, and the tension between the two women crackled with old resentment.
Altheria sounded less like a dignified headmistress and more like someone who had harbored hatred for a very long time.
She resembled more like a fierce, territorial shrew who was facing down a rival.
Yet despite the insults, the beautiful white dragoness remained calm, and her expression did not change in the slightest.
She continued to smile serenely, as if Altheria’s venomous words were nothing more than idle chatter.
Then, deliberately, she raised her pale, elegant arms and stretched her body languidly in a slow, deliberate stretch.
This movement caused her large bust to be pushed outward even more prominently, her heavy breasts lifting and shifting beneath the fabric in a way that was blatantly provocative.
When she lowered her arms, her cerulean eyes with their long, silvery white eyelashes flicked downward and deliberately stayed on Altheria’s flat chest.
That single glance was enough, and Altheria’s eyes turned icy as the realization that this bitch was taunting her purposefully struck her.
But before she could react, the white dragoness covered her mouth with one slender hand and laughed softly.
The sound was silvery, melodious, and caused a soft and ringing peal.
It was the kind of laugh that would have melted a man’s resolve, igniting a dark, desperate, and greedy desire in him.
To Altheria, however, it sounded mocking and infuriating to the utmost.
Fury surged within her, and crimson light began to gather in her eyes, but it vanished instantly at the first words the white dragoness spoke.
"But what if I told you," the woman said calmly, her voice losing its playful tone and taking a solemn, grave expression,
"That I, Isha, intend to save the life of Nyx’s one and only disciple, the boy she so loves, in the very moment she is absent?
That I would act, while his master is away and his master’s dearest friend is so lost in her own world that she seems not to notice the secret, dark dangers slowly coiling around him, ready to squeeze the life from his body and take away everything he has?"
As Isha finished speaking, the forest seemed to fall unnaturally silent, and Altheria’s expression changed completely.
She floated forward slowly, her childish features now serious, sharp, and calculating as she stared at the white dragon goddess.
"What do you mean, Isha?"
"What I mean," Isha said calmly, her voice low and steady, "is that the battle that unfolded today has already exposed Nyx’s disciple to forces far more dangerous than you realize.
His presence has been revealed, his secret potential laid bare, and now he stands in a position where he could lose his life, or worse, his elemental origin, at any moment, even as we speak."
As those words settled into the air, the little duchess frowned deeply.
She floated in place, and her small body swayed slightly as she brought one delicate hand to her chin and tapped it thoughtfully.
After a brief pause, she snorted and replied with a dismissive wave of her other hand.
"But don’t you think you’re exaggerating this a little?" Altheria said, her tone sharp with confidence.
"Even if that spirit or any other hidden entity tries to act against him, they wouldn’t dare do so under my watch.
Since you have been secretly lingering within the Sanctum realm all this time, Isha, you should have seen it clearly—how my disciple dismantled the scheme of that big buffoon completely."
As she spoke, a proud glint shone in her crimson eyes.
She floated a little higher in the air, and her posture unconsciously shifted as if she were looking down from a position of unquestionable authority with her gaze fixed squarely on the white dragoness below.
Listening to her words, a fleeting expression of disdain crossed Isha’s otherwise serene and angelic face.
She looked up at the petite figure hovering before her, the contrast between their forms almost comical, yet her expression soon shifted into something far more complex.
A faint, knowing smile curved her lips as she murmured softly, almost to herself,
"Well... I did see many things over the last two days. And the content of it is far more than you can comprehend, or even imagine, Altheria."
Hearing that, Altheria’s confident expression faltered, and her brows knitted together as confusion flickered across her immature features, only to be replaced moments later by naked curiosity.
"What do you mean you saw many things?" she demanded, her voice rising slightly.
"Tell me. Now, I want to know."
But Isha did not indulge her impatience.
The teasing softness vanished from her face and was replaced by a grave seriousness that seemed to weigh heavily on the air itself.
