Devouring Monarch: Rebirth of the Profane Phoenix - Chapter 103

Chapter 103: Two Weeks Until Return – Gorehowl
The azure blue waves crashed upon the huge white ship’s mast as a beautiful woman sat on a lounging chair like the queen of the world.

“Ah, the sunlight feels so good when you finish work.”

Along each side of her were ten of the most alluring and beautiful women, all donning pristine silver hair and armour.

A single knight stands behind the queen, blocking her exposed body’s view.

“Hilda, you are so cute. What does it matter if a few men see my chest.”

“Your Highness, their filthy eyes are not worthy to see even the dirt under your nails!”

“Fufu, that’s why you slaughtered the orcs that dared show their pathetic pork sausage in such a berserk state?”

The queen always seemed childish, but the moment one man tried to peek, her fingertips would snap, and a blade of wind would detach their retina.

Her blue swimsuit exposed her chest and thighs slightly because she thought sunbathing on a white ship from the south might be interesting.

“Magnis, what news from the mark?”

One of the smallest knights, with red eyes and freckles, stepped forward; she kind of resembled a squirrel as she fidgeted for a moment before closing her eyes.

Then, the air vibrated as her lips started making extremely high-pitched sounds that most humans couldn’t hear before she began speaking in a strange language; the words caused the crew who listened in to be confused.

However, all the knights and the queen understood.

—The assassins have confirmed their involvement regarding the attack on the prince while the king stepped back, handing operations to Senior Knight Bernard. The royal knights assembled and have since killed over twenty assassins and cultists.

‘Hmmm, that old bastard is still loyal to that oaf. What a waste of a nice man. I should have chosen him for the role.’

—The confirmed target of the cult is a new student of the Fenix family. Once believed to be a No-Mag, his prowess was enough to cut down the princess, but he surrendered to give her the victory.

Reasons for him being their target – Unknown, some rumours about the divine son of their cult.

‘A boy who beat my little girl? Even with her special core.’

Despite her thoughts seeming doubtful, her lips twisted into a wicked smile of delight. Her seductive tongue slid along her plump lips.

‘Hmmmm, maybe I should meet that damn red-haired gorilla who is obsessed with his wife and daughter. He’s always been a trustworthy fool.’

The queen trusted Asura’s father dearly—even her mother stated he was an upstanding male.

He was initially one of her prime candidates for marriage, but the earnest Marquis apologised to the princess, telling her he only had eyes for one woman.

Even before he became Garret Fenix, he was a part of the Armstrong Marquis family. Technically, the Armstrong family was a branch family of the Fenix clan.

The males who weren’t part of the main line of the Fenix family joined the Armstrong family, and thus, two bloodlines that were infinitely close but not blood-related existed.

‘The silly man, what kind of noble chooses to dedicate himself to a single woman.’

—Knight Lorem and Knight Lucretia have a close connection with the student, and the demon king’s daughter from the north seems to be his lover, confirmed by visual and audible proof from during the tournament.

Ahem… Other noteworthy connections include the sword saintess Princess Vela, the rumoured fiancé of the Drakkur girl Verana.

For a moment, the queen just listened to more information regarding the current assessment rankings, how the kingdom was doing, and all communications magical and audible that Magnis and her unique ability sensed.

Of course, she heard about him before, the first time he defeated Vela, but now it was different. The queen realised this boy was more than just exceptional.

“I need to return and meet with that man. Is Garret Fenix still in their territory with his second wife?”

Magnis began her strange song once again, but the strain on her body became obvious as blood popped from her nose, eyes and ears as she dropped to her knees.

Unable to stand despite her desperate attempts.

“Yes, Your Highness. They are trying for a new child, according to the whispers of the mansion, because of the heir. Asura’s letter accepting her as his mother.”

“Mmm, good work, Magnis. Epsilon, take her to rest.”

Once the brunette with tanned skin grasped Magnis in her arms and vanished into their private cabin, the queen looked into the blue sky.

They would arrive in Silvara within two weeks, just after the first-year assessment ends.

‘Who would have thought her son would rise so high? Even after his mother destroyed his mana core… isn’t this poetic?’ Her eyes closed before she stretched her body with a delighted sound. ‘Let me take care of him if she doesn’t want him. After all, he is as good as family to our royal line.’

“Hahahaha, that stuck-up bitch hiding in the east would be shocked if she knew my plan!”

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Meanwhile, in the western area of the southern wilds, Asura and Xavida stood at the entrance of the waterfall, unable to leave.

He suddenly felt it might have been a mistake to leave Lorem’s side so far and acted so confident when checking his changes.

‘The enemy is a Stage Four at least… I can feel the air rippling with his magic density and the power of his elemental mastery.’

“Hello, Asura Fenix. There is no need to hide in there. I am Cairn Phelx, a member of the Abyss Guild and Bishop from the Order of the Holy Sun.”

The bishop was a middle-aged man with balding hair and a dark red holy gown. He didn’t speak with arrogance or the inherent madness Asura imagined.

“If you wish for me to allow that disgusting lizard to escape, then I will accept this once. For your trial, an inferior beast should never fornicate with our lord.”

Suddenly, Xavida’s hand grasped Asura tight. He realised the comments hurt her, and her breathing and heart became erratic.

However, Asura felt himself become even more agitated. This man who knew nothing about him suddenly insulted one of the two most influential women in his life… calling her dirty or disgusting.

‘Ah…’

A loud crack sounded. The sheer anger from Asura almost destroyed the entire cave, the pressure of his magic density crushing the walls as the ground trembled.

“Ignore him, Xavida. You are going to become my wife.”

‘Since he despises them as lizards, what of my current figure?’

Asura stepped out, his face calm as he stood opposite his enemy for the first time since arriving in the forest.

Two huge black horns curved behind his head, flickering with black flames and a moulted appearance. He displayed his tail and dragon-like features with arms and wings covered in scales.

However, what stunned the bishop more was Asura’s eyes—not the colour or shape, but the energy inside his eyes that shook the mana in his body, forcing him almost to submit and kneel.

Asura’s deep, distorted voice also added to his immense aura.

“What… M-Magnificence!”

“Sorry, esteemed bishop of the fallen sun. But my seed has already started fertilising several eggs inside the ‘beast’s’ womb. Rather, it should already be onto the next stage.”

“Ah!? Bad guy! Don’t say such embarrassing things!”

“Mmm? It’s the truth, though, right?”

“!!!”

‘Although those eggs could take two to three years to develop enough for her to lay them…’

Xavida blushed before covering her face, turning her head away from Asura before flying towards the sky. She remembered Helliana saying that it took roughly two to three years to hatch her eggs and not to worry because Asura would happily wait that long.

“I thought he didn’t realise… ah… embarrassing.”

Asura chuckled before watching Xavida fly to the skies, waiting for her to leave their current range so he could deal with the Bishop.

‘She evolved and matured in less than a month, but I’m still worried about her safety.’

“You… Impregnated, that filthy lizard?” Suddenly, the Bishop’s voice became crazed, vicious and strange. His previously calm demeanour vanished as he laughed madly, revealing a sinister look.

“To think the filth has defiled one of god’s chosen! She should die as a heretic!”

The Bishop chanted before he smashed a giant crystal on the ground, his eyes bloodshot. He looked at Asura before his body grew distorted wings like a fly, then shot towards Xavida, shouting profanities. “Die, you filthy bitch whore. How dare a lowly lizard dream of enjoying the compassion of our GREAT LORD!”

Asura gritted his teeth before spreading his wings and chasing after the Bishop, but he noticed something strange.

Instead, something grabbed his leg… a warm, sticky tendril…

When he looked down, a gigantic monstrosity stood on the ground, its teeth long and sharp, a huge maw like a wolf but its body like a deformed boar over five metres in size, as three more tendrils shot towards him like spears.

“HAHAHA! ENDURE THE TRIAL, OUR SON! THE GOREHOWL, A RANK FOUR BEAST, WILL TEST YOU WELL! NOW LIZARD SLUT. I WILL SKIN YOU ALIVE, CRUSH YOUR BONES AND REMOVE THOSE FOUL EGGS FROM YOUR WOMB. THEN SMASH EACH ONE AS YOU DIE HELPLESSLY!”

The Bishop’s sudden transformation caused his mana density to double, and the creature’s sudden appearance caught Asura off guard. He struggled to dodge the tendrils piercing his limbs, causing him to bleed profusely as his claws barely tore through the purple flesh.

‘Tsk, I underestimated his strength—shit, the saliva of this fucker is acidic!.’

“GROAARR!!”