Welcome to the Innocent World - Chapter 164

Chapter 164: Zero vs Queen

Seraphine’s broken sobs filled the air as she lay crumpled on the ground, her shoulders shaking with each agonizing breath. The battlefield was eerily quiet now, save for her cries. I stood beside the Queen, the weight of the moment hanging heavily between us as we both watched her.

The Queen turned toward me, her expression a mix of fury and disbelief. “Look at her!” she spat, her voice trembling with anger. “Look what you’ve done.”

I raised an eyebrow, the corner of my mouth lifting into a smirk. “You mean the right thing,” I replied coolly, my voice dripping with mockery.

Her face twisted with rage. “You bastard,” she hissed, her fists clenching around the hilt of her sword. Before she could say more, two bandits charged at her from behind, their weapons raised.

But her eyes never left mine. With a single fluid motion, she swung her arm back, cutting through both attackers without even glancing at them. Their bodies crumpled to the ground behind her, lifeless.

As if on cue, two more bandits came at me from behind. I sighed, almost bored, and casually swung my blade in a wide arc, taking them both down in one clean stroke. Their weapons clattered to the ground as their blood seeped into the dirt.

The two of us stood there in silence, unmoving, our swords dripping with the blood of the Bandits. The air between us felt electric, like the calm before a storm. Slowly, our gazes locked again, and for a moment, it felt as though we were the only two people left in the world.

“I guess… this is it,” she said, her voice low, her tone almost resigned.

“I guess so too,” I replied, my smirk never fading.

The battlefield seemed to hold its breath. The remaining knights and civilians who had survived the chaos stopped what they were doing, their eyes drawn to us. The tension in the air was palpable, thick enough to cut with a blade.

The Queen broke the silence first. “Who are you, really?” she demanded, her voice sharp, her piercing gaze trying to unearth the secrets I kept buried.

I tilted my head, amused by her question. “Oh, I’m just a man who enjoys a little chaos,” I said with a shrug, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

Her lips pressed into a thin line, her knuckles whitening around the hilt of her sword. “Why do you do this? What do you even want?” she snapped, her voice rising with frustration.

I chuckled softly, shaking my head. “Why does anyone do anything, Your Majesty? Maybe I’m just bored. Maybe I enjoy watching people squirm. Or maybe…” I leaned forward slightly, lowering my voice. “Maybe I just like seeing how far people will go when they’re pushed.”

Her expression darkened, and I could see the anger bubbling just beneath the surface. “You think this is a game?” she growled.

“Oh, it’s *always* a game,” I replied, my smirk widening. “The question is whether you know how to play.”

That was the final straw. Her patience snapped, and she took a step forward, her blade raised. “I will make you suffer till your last breathe.” she hissed.

“Thank you,” I said, tipping an imaginary hat. “And I can make you breathless on bed if you allow me to.”

She let out an exasperated growl, raising her sword and pointing it directly at me. “Enough of your nonsense. If it’s a fight you want, it’s a fight you’ll get.”

I tilted my head again, still as calm and collected as ever. “Oh, I don’t think it’s a matter of *want*, Your Majesty. But if you insist…”

Her eyes narrowed, and she shifted into a fighting stance, her sword gleaming in the faint light of the torches scattered around the battlefield. The tension in the air was suffocating now, the weight of what was about to happen pressing down on everyone who watched.

Without warning, she leapt forward, her blade slicing through the air with deadly precision. I didn’t flinch. As her sword came crashing down toward me, I raised my own blade, meeting hers in a clash that sent a deafening clang echoing across the battlefield.

The force of the impact sent sparks flying, tiny bursts of light that illuminated the darkness for a fleeting moment. The sound was like a thunderclap, reverberating through the air and causing everyone around us to flinch.

We stood there, locked in that moment, our swords pressing against each other, our faces mere inches apart. Her eyes burned with determination, while mine sparkled with amusement.

High above the chaos, perched on the crumbling remains of an old tower, the Shadow Mystics watched the unfolding scene below. The air was still up there, untouched by the dust and blood that tainted the ground. From their vantage point, they had a clear view of the battle between their Master and the Queen, their swords clashing with sparks that lit the night like fleeting stars.

Alpha stood at the edge of the tower, arms crossed, her presence as stoic as ever. Her eyes glowed faintly in the dark, reflecting the moonlight as she observed the fight below with an air of interest. Behind him, Beta was practically bouncing on her toes, her boobs jiggled fluttering in the wind as her excitement bubbled over.

“Oh, look at that! Did you see how Master blocked her attack? So cool!” Beta exclaimed, her voice brimming with enthusiasm. “He’s totally going to wipe the floor with her! I mean, who does she think she is, challenging *him* of all people?”

Gamma, seated cross-legged on a piece of rubble nearby, sighed and adjusted her clothes. “Calm yourself, Beta. You’re going to vibrate right off the tower at this rate,” she said, her tone as dry as ever.

Beta ignored her, her gaze fixed on the clash below. The sound of metal against metal echoed faintly even up here, and she clenched her fists in excitement. “I can’t just watch this!” she declared suddenly, spinning around to face Alpha. “Let me join him! Come on, I’ll just take out a few of her knights, or maybe distract her for Master! It’ll be fun!”

“No.”

Alpha’s voice was calm but firm, leaving no room for argument. She didn’t even look at her, her focus still on the battle below.

Beta pouted, crossing her arms. “Oh, come on, Alpha! You’re always such a stick in the mud. This could be my moment to shine! I mean, what if Master needs backup? What if—”

“He doesn’t need backup,” Alpha interrupted, finally turning to look at her. Her eyes were cold and steady, an opposite to her fiery enthusiasm. “If Master wanted you there, he would have ordered it. Stay here.”

“But—”

“Enough, Beta,” Zeta cut in, her voice sharp. “Alpha’s right. Master doesn’t need us interfering in his fight. You’ll just make things worse.”

Beta groaned dramatically, throwing her hands in the air. “You two are no fun,” she muttered, stomping over to the edge of the tower and sitting down with a huff. She dangled her legs over the side, kicking them back and forth like a sulking child.

From her seat, she glanced down at the battlefield again. The fight between Master and the Queen was intensifying, their movements almost too fast to follow. Each strike of their swords seemed to carry the weight and the sparks that flew from their blades painted the night with fleeting flashes of light.

Beta’s eyes sparkled with admiration as she watched. “He’s amazing,” she said softly, more to herself than anyone else. “Every move is so precise… so powerful. No wonder everyone fears him.”

Eta glanced at her, then sighed and adjusted her glasses again. “Of course he’s amazing. He’s Master,” she said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Beta turned to look at Alpha again, her earlier frustration forgotten. “Hey, Alpha,” she said, her voice quieter now. “Do you think the Queen stands a chance against him?”

Alpha didn’t respond immediately. She turned her gaze back to the battle below, watching as Master parried another of the Queen’s strikes with almost lazy ease. For a moment, the two combatants stood locked together, their blades pressed against each other, their faces inches apart.

“No,” Alpha said finally, her voice steady. “She doesn’t stand a chance. But she’s not weak, either. This fight isn’t about strength alone.”

Beta frowned, tilting her head. “What do you mean?”

Alpha didn’t answer. Instead, she simply watched, her expression unreadable.

Epsilon, however, seemed to understand. “It’s about giving the message the world and testing her,” she said, her tone thoughtful. “Not just her strength, but her resolve. Her beliefs. Master doesn’t fight without a reason, Beta. You should know that by now.”

Beta blinked, then looked back at the fight below. Her earlier excitement began to fade, replaced by something more solemn. “So… this isn’t just a fight?”

Gamma shook her head. “It never is.”

For a while, none of them spoke. They simply watched, the air around them heavy with tension.

But Beta couldn’t stay quiet for long. “Still,” she said, her voice softer now, “I wish I could help him. Just a little.”

Alpha glanced at her, then turned back to the battle. “The best way to help him,” he said quietly, “is to trust him.”

Beta sighed but nodded, her usual energy subdued. “Fine,” she muttered. “But if he does need me, I’m jumping in. No matter what you say.”

Alpha didn’t respond, but a faint smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth.

As the sparks continued to fly below the Shadow Mystics remained where they were, their loyalty unwavering. This was my fight..their Master’s fight, and they would honor my will, no matter how much their hearts ached to join me.