Evil Monarch: The Psycho's Harem

Aela's POV

Yesterday, we were thrust into this strange world where everything revolves around power… and my beautiful Anos is still nowhere to be found.

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Flashback

Blinding light swallowed us whole, and when my vision returned, we stood within a throne room so magnificent it could only belong to royalty.

Marble floors shimmered under an unseen glow, towering pillars stretched high into the heavens, and golden chandeliers bathed the room in an ethereal radiance. The air carried an intoxicating mix of grandeur and authority.

But none of that mattered.

My gaze frantically searched through the opulence, scanning every corner, every shadow. Where is he?

Where is he?

Where is he?

WHERE IS HE?!

My heart pounded wildly, my mind teetering on the edge of a breakdown. The blinding light had robbed me of my last sight of him, and now—he was gone.

A sharp click echoed through the vast chamber. Footsteps. Confident. Graceful. Unrushed.

I turned, my eyes narrowing as a woman entered through the massive gilded doors.

She was beautiful—an otherworldly kind of beauty that men would kill for. Towering with an hourglass figure, her long, cascading hair flowed like liquid silk. Her robes, woven with gold and midnight fabric, accentuated every sinful curve. Her entire being exuded power, dominance, and arrogance.

My classmates—pathetic creatures that they are—gawked, their eyes devouring her like starving animals.

I, however, barely spared her a glance before returning to my search.

An unseen force suddenly crashed down upon me.

My knees trembled, the weight of it pressing like an invisible mountain, yet—I refused to kneel.

Around me, my classmates dropped instantly, their bodies slamming against the floor, groveling like obedient dogs. But I stood, my back rigid, my muscles screaming under the crushing pressure.

The woman stopped mid-step. Amusement flickered in her golden eyes as she slowly stalked toward me, her lips curling into a mocking smirk.

"Oh? Now this is fascinating—a weak little human actually resisting my Qi Suppression?"

Her voice dripped with condescension, her tone laced with cruel amusement.

She leaned in, so close that I could smell the intoxicating perfume clinging to her skin. A slow, wicked smile spread across her lips.

"And you're quite the little cutie too, aren't you?" she purred, her fingers tracing the outline of my jaw. "I may have lost my chance to capture Anos De Luna, but at least I've found myself a new little pet."

Her voice turned into a hushed, fevered whisper, brimming with twisted delight.

"You'll keep me company until I get my hands on an Emperor-level treasure… My darling Anos De Luna."

She said his name.

My Anos's name.

The world around me darkened. My vision blurred at the edges, my body humming with a primal, murderous rage.

The woman flinched, her arrogant smirk instantly vanishing.

She staggered back, her eyes wide with… fear?

"What the hell is wrong with your eyes?!"

A cold, mechanical voice rang in my mind.

[Temporary - Wrath System has been activated.]

A second notification followed, sending a shiver down my spine.

[Temporary - Active Skill (Annihilation) has taken effect.]

The woman took another step back, her face twisted in disbelief.

"You… you're one of Anos's slaves."

Her words barely left her lips before she exploded.

A deafening boom filled the throne room as her body burst apart—blood, flesh, and gore splattering across the chamber in a grotesque rain.

My classmates screamed, their shrieks mixing with the sickening drip, drip, drip of what remained of her.

The grand doors flew open with a thunderous crash as armored knights stormed in.

They barely had time to process the scene before them—before they felt like vomiting right where they stood.

The knights, their swords drawn and ready to strike down Aela and her classmates, suddenly halted. A force—invisible yet undeniably divine—swept through the throne room, sending a cold shiver down their spines.

A moment later, she appeared.

A woman bathed in celestial radiance, her very presence demanding reverence. The knights, who had been moments away from butchering the defenseless students, immediately dropped to their knees.

Their voices rang in unison.

"Saintess!"

But the woman paid them no mind. Her eyes—piercing, unreadable—were solely locked onto Aela.

I could feel it. This woman wasn't like the others in this wretched kingdom. There was something different about her. Something more.

Yet, before the saintess could utter a word, a low murmur from behind made her shift her gaze.

The throne room's atmosphere darkened as a new presence filled the space.

A man clad in bloodstained armor strode through the grand doors, his every step radiating an oppressive force.

The air around him vibrated with raw power, suffocating in its intensity. The knights trembled beneath it, their foreheads pressed even harder to the ground. Even me, despite my earlier display of strength, i felt knees weaken under the sheer weight of his presence.

The only one left standing was the Saintess.

His voice rumbled through the chamber, deep and menacing.

"I thought Anos had been stolen from us. So tell me…" His ruby eyes burned as they scanned the room, finally settling on the kneeling soldiers. "What is this commotion all about?"

The knights scrambled to bow even lower.

"Our deepest apologies, Your Majesty!" One of them stammered, his voice laced with terror."We were handling an incident, but the Saintess intervened—"

The king barely spared them a glance.

Instead, his gaze returned to the woman before him. The Saintess.

She met his stare with cold indifference, not even bothering to bow. And then… something flickered in her expression.

Disgust.

Yes, there was no other word for it.

Despite the man's flawless appearance, his undeniable power, his status as king, the Saintess looked at him as though he were the most repulsive thing she had ever laid eyes upon.

I caught it—the briefest flash of revulsion before it vanished, buried beneath an unreadable mask.

The Saintess finally spoke, her voice calm, composed.

"Your Majesty, yes, the Demon Emperor could not be captured." She folded her hands before her, the picture of divine grace. "As for the commotion, it was caused by one of your Royal Mages. She saw threatening talent in this young woman and attempted to eliminate her."

A delicate sigh escaped her lips. "I couldn't possibly allow such an injustice to take place. So, I intervened and punished her with death for her ugly deed."

Lies.

Beautiful, effortless lies.

The king studied her, as though attempting to peel back her words and see the truth buried underneath.

Yet, in the end, he didn't care.

Because his eyes…

The way he looked at the Saintess…

It was a sickening, all-consuming devotion.

His expression softened, his entire demeanor shifting as he gazed upon her with unfiltered adoration. His earlier intimidation was gone, replaced with something pathetic—a man utterly enslaved by his own obsession.

A simp through and through.

And he made no attempt to hide it.

"Then I will not question your judgment." His voice, once filled with authority, now dripped with yearning.

The Saintess, holding back her revulsion, got straight to the point.

"I would like to take this young woman under my wing. Train her within my clan."

The king's eyes gleamed.

"I'll allow it… on one condition." He took a step forward, his lips curling into something dangerously close to a smirk. "You will owe me a favor, Saintess."

I did not miss how the Saintess's hands tensed—a fleeting moment of hesitation before she inclined her head ever so slightly.

"Very well."

Without another word, the Saintess raised her hand. A soft glow enveloped both her and me, and within seconds—

We vanished into nothingness.

Flashback - End

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