Black King... Black Queen...
This… this sounds like… she's going to marry Chloe?!
Victoria was dumbfounded.
Serie was completely bewildered.
A ridiculous thought rose in Serie's mind, filling her with dread.
Even though Chloe was beautiful and had a good personality, marriage…
Serie had never even considered it!
She was still just a 9,000-year-old baby!
Serie herself had lived for nineteen years and never even had a relationship! Was she really fast-forwarding directly to a co-reign as "Queen"?!
But then again, could her "King" invite her "Queen" to attend to her?
Serie's brain crashed on the spot.
Meanwhile, Chloe was facing the storm of public opinion she had stirred up—
"Let… let a newcomer directly become the Black King?!"
"That's against the rules!"
"Make us obey a little… little girl?"
"Hey! Kid, that's Goluthos! The 9,000-year-old ancestor!"
"But shouldn't the Black King be male? And…" The speaker's voice hesitated, glancing at the tall, thin young man in the corner, who was greatly alarmed.
This sudden announcement left Serie speechless, and the members of the Black Queen naturally couldn't accept it easily.
Waves of doubt rose and fell.
The most intense reaction came from the tall, thin young man who had been lurking in the shadows.
The thin shadows around him churned violently, like enraged ink.
The next second, he moved like a true phantom, "swishing" sideways through the dense crowd—his body seemingly without substance, seeping directly through the gaps between several people, bringing with him a chilling cold.
Almost instantly, he stood before Chloe, close enough to feel each other's breath.
His face, pale to the point of transparency, was now filled with incredible anger and a gloomy sense of betrayal.
His eyes, always hidden in a hazy shadow, were now sharp as knives, glaring at Chloe, his voice suppressing a clear, indignant question:
"Chloe!"
"Why her?!"
"Just because of some inexplicable myth?!" His finger, pointing at Serie, trembled slightly.
"I've put my life on the line for the organization for so many years! How many unsavory troubles have I handled for you! I thought… I thought that position…"
His voice suddenly rose, carrying a hint of grievance and sharpness he hadn't even noticed, "At least I should have been considered! You should have asked me, or… or the other brothers, instead of suddenly announcing it, giving it to a little monster who just appeared today, whose origins are unknown!"
The young man's jealousy was obvious, and what made Chloe frown slightly was that many young people also supported and agreed with his words.
"Listen, Frost, I know you've made many contributions to me and to us." Chloe's voice was steady as she patiently explained, "Everything you've done for the organization, for me, I have never forgotten and am grateful for."
She looked directly into the young man's burning eyes, "But regarding the choice of the Black King, I've said it before—"
Her gaze turned to Serie, firm as a rock: "From beginning to end, this position was reserved for only one person."
"That is Goluthos."
These words made Serie suddenly snap back to reality, looking up at Chloe, her heart skipping a beat.
This was completely a confession, wasn't it…
Looking at Chloe's graceful profile, filled with determination, it seemed…
Marriage wasn't entirely out of the question.
"Even if she hasn't awakened, this position will always remain vacant, waiting only for her return."
"This is a fact that was established when the Black Queen organization was re-founded."
Completely broken!
Frost once thought it was just a joke, after all, a witch who only existed in legends… how could she…
But now, everything had become reality.
The color drained from Frost's face instantly, paler than his shadow-shifting ability.
It turned out that the position he had longed for, even fantasized about countless times in his dreams, ruling the Black Queen alongside Chloe…
From the very beginning, it was destined to have nothing to do with him?
That position, even before he joined, had already been reserved by a name that had slept for a thousand years?!
This isn't fair!
His resentful gaze shot towards Serie.
Serie was still a bit bewildered, repeatedly pondering Chloe's words.
Re-founded…? Reserved for her…?
There was no extra expression on Serie's face, but in Frost's eyes, it became disdainful arrogance!
This damned, calm, as if-it-were-only-natural expression!
At least show some surprise! Be flattered!
A wicked fire "whoosh" burned through Frost's rationality!
It was only fortunate that the face before him was too exquisite and harmless, and she was a young girl.
If it had been a man of similar age to him becoming the Black King, he probably would have spat blood on the spot!
This might also be a blessing in disguise, for him.
"Chloe… you…" Frost was trembling with rage, his voice distorted, "You'll regret this! A terrible mistake! Only I! Only I and you working together can lead the Black Queen to a bright future! Not by her—an outsider…"
Frost glanced at Serie again: "A monster!"
Serie:?
No, everyone here is an anomaly, why am I a monster?
Your own face is so pale it looks like it's been plastered with ten layers of putty, you clearly have kidney deficiency!
So deficient you're about to dissipate on the spot, and you still have the nerve to call others a monster?!
And, have you ever seen such a cute monster like me?!
Even if I'm a monster, I'm Chloe's favorite little monster, so just be jealous!
If I told him that Chloe gave me a lap pillow, wouldn't he die of anger?
Serie rolled her eyes hard in the direction Frost had disappeared, so annoyed she almost spoke aloud.
Too bad she was a "mute beautiful girl" now, otherwise she would have roasted him until he doubted his shadowy existence!
However, whether to roast him or not… that was secondary now.
This kid had completely pissed Serie off.
The more he refused to accept, the more he felt that position should be his, the more he felt Chloe should be his…
Heh.
A dangerous, playful dark glint flashed in Serie's eyes.
She would—
Sit firmly in the position he coveted!
And snatch away the person he fantasized about!
Black King, Black Queen, I want them both!
However, Frost didn't know Serie's inner thoughts. After he finished speaking, he suddenly turned around, his figure carrying a decisive ferocity, instantly disappearing into the shadows of the crowd.
Several young members, their faces filled with disappointment or heartbreak, silently followed him.
Victoria didn't follow, but she hadn't recovered from her shock.
She never expected that this girl, who seemed to be her age, would become the Black King?
Frost and the others did not leave the Black Queen's headquarters.
Maybe he ran off to cry into his pillow...
Serie speculated inwardly, but her gaze towards Chloe held a newfound trust.
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