Miss Most Perfect Beauty
Scarlesia's Regret
“It seems I know the reason you called me here,” Scarlesia said grinning.
“Hahh don't think because you won that war we will thank you or will speak kindly with you,” cynical Marquess Zaphire who has always been rude to Scarlesia.
“Marquess Zaphire, how presumptuous of you to speak informally to me. Have you forgotten who my father is?” press Scarlesia.
“I have no reason to be polite with you,”
Scarlesia laughed at what the Marquess of Zaphire had just said, she did not put it too much into her heart because to Scarlesia they were just a bunch of fools that needed to be crushed.
“Your Majesty, you invited me just to be insulted like this? It hurts my heart, what should I do?”
Scarlesia was acting glazed as she leaned her body against the chest of Oliver's field.
“How dare you guys make Sia hurt! I'll finish you off right now,” snapped Zenon.
Andreas, Oliver, Louis, and Elios also bullied them. Scarlesia smiled her smile, her smile looking creepy towards the emperor who was sitting on his throne. The emperor trembled at the aura of the men surrounding Scarlesia, he exhaled a rough breath while scolding his temple.
“The Marquess of Zaphire! You don't behave this shamefully. You must speak formally to Miss Eginhardt,” rebukes the emperor.
The Marquess of Zaphire was stunned to hear the rebuke from the emperor, she immediately lowered her head and inched slightly backwards.
“You must have known it wasn't the reason I called you here? I want you to use your healing powers to heal the severely wounded nobles,” the emperor said.
While Scarlesia's face suddenly flattened, she could not believe that the emperor still had the face to ask her for help. Instead of thanking and apologizing, act as if nothing had happened between them before.
“What do you hope I will say ‘alah’ now?” scarlesia asked with sharp eyes.
“Huh? Is it possible you won't do it?”
“Hahaha how funny you guys are,” Scarlesia laughs. “After everything that happened a few days before you acted like you never made a mistake. Y'all know? The people of the Roosevelt Empire who were wounded to death by a monster attack, it is your responsibility. If from the beginning you do not pay attention to what I say then you will not be seriously injured like this,” he continued blaming everything to the emperor and nobles who are in the throne room.
The nobles stared intently at him for not liking to be blamed by Scarlesia for all that befell the empire.
“What? You don't like to be blamed? Come here forward,” snapped Elios doesn't like the way they stare at Scarlesia.
“What's your phone brought all your men just to mess up here? Why do you suddenly blame the emperor and us for this incident?” ask one of the nobles named Count Marco.
“This is my right to take my man anywhere. Then you ask why I blame you? I've told you about a war between monsters and humans. You said I was bragging and didn't believe what I said. Then today the emperor called me not to say thank you or sorry but instead to ask me to use my power to heal you?” scarlesia's anger was finally ignited.
Scarlesia's anger finally poured out in a few words, she couldn't help it anymore because the emperor and the nobles didn't feel the slightest guilt over all of this.
“Your Majesty, you have failed as emperor. Do you really intend to protect this empire? Don't you feel guilty seeing your own people after the monsters mess with them? Is it in your mind that you cannot apologize to me and to the entire people of the empire? If you appeal to the people to be aware of the monster wave yesterday then there will be no casualties in it. But, because I said it they don't trust me,” Scarlesia continued.
“What you said...”.
“DON'T LISTEN TO THIS LADY'S WORDS, YOUR MAJESTY! WHY CARE ABOUT THE COMMON PEOPLE LIKE THEM? MOST IMPORTANTLY IT WAS NOBLES BECAUSE THEY WERE THE PEOPLE MOST DEDICATED TO THE EMPIRE!” the Marquess of Zaphire cut the words of the emperor.
Scarlesia clenched her hands tightly together in anger at the words that the Marquess of Zaphire had spoken to the emperor.
“Cut!”
“What? What will this woman cut?” the Marquess of Zaphire.
“CUT HIS TONGUE AND CUT OFF BOTH HANDS AND FEET!” scream Scarlesia.
Andreas who understood that this order was for him, he immediately shot forward to hit the Marquess of Zaphire.
“AARRRGHHHH.KU!” the Marquess Zaphire's screams as both of her hands were severed were cut off by Andreas using his sword.
The blood of the Marquess of Zaphire splashed everywhere, her hands and feet had already been slashed by Andreas at Scarlesia's behest. No one could stop him because not a single person could face Scarlesia and her men including the emperor himself.
“How is the honorable noble? You just said that commoners don't matter? What matters is the nobility? Looks like you've been left with a good life for too long as an upper class noble. What if I throw you in among the common people?” scarlesia looked down at the Marquess of Zaphire who was lying face down on the floor.
“K-k-you devil! The monster! B-how b-can you do this to a fellow noble?” said Marquess Zaphire who is still trying to maintain his consciousness.
“It turns out you can still talk? Hmm it's time for this tongue of yours I made to disappear,”
Andreas then cut off the tongue of the Marquess of Zaphire, making him squirm even more in pain on the seedy floor. The whole room vomited in disgust at the smell of blood and body parts scattered around the emperor's throne.
“I'll return your whole limb,”
Scarlesia used her power to restore her Marquess Zaphire limbs. People thought she was going to quit but it turned out that was not the case, Scarlesia had Andreas do the same thing again and Scarlesia used her strength to restore her limbs. Cut, healed again then cut again and healed again, it was done more than 10 times.
The Marquess of Zaphire could not hold him back anymore, she dashed out of the throne room with her already crazed expression. Scarlesia chuckled in satisfaction of making the Marquess of Zaphire receive punishment from her. Not a single one was struggling to see the atrocities Scarlesia had just committed.
“Who's turn now?”
All the nobles in the throne room prostrated themselves begging for mercy to Scarlesia.
“FORGIVE US MISS! FORGIVE OUR LIVES,” they said simultaneously.
“Pardon you guys? Hmm if that's like this. I will spare your lives if you donate most of your wealth to rebuild the settlements of ordinary people in this empire. No matter how much trouble you create yourself into your own risk, if you run away then remember I will find you wherever you hide,” Scarlesia said trying to make a deal.
“Good! We will donate some of our possessions,”