Reincarnation Becomes the Lead Female Evil Person
Part 34's. Surrender

The battle seemed to be paused by the arrival of the great white dragon that was none other than Callista, flew closer and landed with all four legs. The goblins shivered in fear while the monsters and witches froze in place.

Callista slowly lowered his dragon neck displaying the figure of the girl who instantly jumped down.

“Y, Your Highness”. Stuttering each soldier was no exception to the concubines as Freya walked past them.

Suddenly his steps stopped, Freya turned her head and it was Arthur who did it. The man looked at himself for a moment and then put on the imperial robe on the girl. His actions made Freya realize that she was currently wearing a nightgown.

“Thank you”. Reply to Freya with a smile.

“From here I took over, can I?”.

Surprised? Of course, this was the first time Freya had asked him for an opinion and it was very impossible for the type of a Freya Grizelle. Blame him for forgetting the fact that his ‘calon wife’ has changed.

Freya stepped back while Arthur tried to be at a close distance to him, minimizing the unwanted things happening.

On the other hand Freya continued to walk boldly making goblins give way while the monsters slowly retreated and prostrated to the ground. The five hooded witches stood still either out of fear or courage because their faces were covered it was hard to know.

“One of you, tell me what is your intention and purpose in coming here? Destroying my people's house like at least the explanation I got was very LUAS”. Freya's murmur gave off an aura of anger.

“………..”

“Jawab, don't make me say the same word twice or.... prepare to die”.

The five magicians were in action and the magician who was in the middle advanced one step.

“Y, Your Excellency Freya Grizelle, k, we came here with orders to destroy the Imperial Palace after hearing the news that you fell ill”.

“Really? Then who is your BOLD boss because it seems better I meet in person instead of SATURATURAHMI”.

“Cannot Your Highness”.

Unfortunately for the witch, Freya did not change her facial expression at all. Their resolute feigning power is threatened.

“I don't ask your opinion, this is command”. Freya said as she folded her arms around her chest.

“Don't force us, Your Majesty. You can't threaten like this if you don't want your kingdom destroyed”.

Freya chuckled small.

“Alright, then do”.

The witch was confused.

“If you want to attack please, anyways I wonder sooner which of you who destroyed the kingdom or the white dragon behind there can destroy you all in one attack”. Freya muttered in tune with Callista's loud shout.

The witches are cornered, because their strength if combined even though it will not be able to defeat the great power of Callista the legend. But retreat was also difficult because if they returned empty-handed ends also killed.

“Give up so your punishment can be considered”. This time Arthur came to voice.

“We can? Want to go forward or back our destiny must die too”. Resenting.

“Well unfortunately I cannot refute that, who knows if you give up and give all the death penalty information can be eliminated”.

Ready. They are tempted to persuade Arthur, either because the current position is like being in a deep abyss struggling not to die falling or eaten by a bunch of hungry lions.

In the end they gave up, sat down and begged for mercy to stay alive. Arthur immediately orders the knights to take the witches to prison while the goblins and monsters are handled by Felix.

Freya breathed a sigh of relief, wrong in the slightest then she failed to protect the kingdom.

“Lega hm?”. The exclaim of a voice made Freya stunned to slowly turn around.

“A, Arthur”.

“It looks like my wife has a new hobby out in a barefoot nightgown and worse she bru only realized from her critical period”.

Although slowly with a smiling face, Freya still felt a creepy air.

“I, the..”.

In one pull now Arthur's lips are right in Freya's ears.

“Just wait for this punishment from your husband, dear”. His whispers effect the face of Freya reddened like a sweet sour crab.

Freya shouted stifled as Arthur suddenly carried her away to the horse carriage that had been there since when. After giving the orders, they returned to the palace.

The best mages and doctors treated Freya right away, checking from head to toe. Of course all thanks to the beautiful ‘Saran’ from Arthur makes them work hard.

“Your Majesty is fine, her body is back to health as usual. No internal or external injuries, all as if nothing ever happened”.

“You sure?”.

“Y, sure Baginda”.

“Then go”. They bowed respectfully before leaving.

Arthur and Freya were there.

“Arthur”.

“Are we not considering what punishment for an emperor who dared to fall ill like that hm? Even sassy out only using sleepwear”.

“Ma, Sorry. I can't do anything, it all just happens. Moreover, I cannot be silent if my own house is attacked”.

Freya's tone grew slower as Arthur sat on the side of the mattress with his face getting closer. One of his hands landed on Freya's red cheeks while the other was beside her head leaning against the bed rest.

“Thank God you're okay”. Arthur muttered softly, as Freya felt the warm air radiating all over her body.

“I can't imagine what would happen if these beautiful eyes were no longer open. Every day I make sure your breath is still blowing, you think I'm why hm?”.

“Arthur”.

“I even nearly killed one of your concubines intent on holding me back from obliterating the entire mage and doctor in this kingdom for neglecting to look after their master. Even I intend to replace all warriors and knights with new”.

“T, Relax”.

“How can I calm down to see you helpless like that. A critical Freya Grizelle, didn't I also fail to take care of you? Can't take care of his own wife”.

“That's enough Arthur!!”. Freya refuted while cupping Arthur's hardened face.

“What happened to me was purely my own fault, having nothing to do with them. I worked so hard to make my brain exhausted and who would have thought to interfere with performance *where-*ku”.

“Do not blame anyone including yourself. You've protected me well, your attention is enough to make me happy”. Freya buried her face in Arthur's chest, her tiny hands coiled around the burly body tightly.

“All my fault. It should be that an Empress is not like this, how can I protect everyone if it is this weak. I'm sorry I worried you”.

Arthur breathes heavily while carrying Freya's body into his lap, hugging back and inhaling the scent of Freya's body through the nape of the girl.

His hand grabbed the blanket and then covered himself and Freya, he could not let his girl's body get cold of course.

Like a good husband, Arthur patted Freya's trembling back, whispering all the sedating words until Freya fell asleep shortly afterwards. Arthur smiled feeling that Freya was now willing to open her heart and now had dared to indulge like this.

Never think if all this time he was not aware of Freya's devious plan that always brought him closer to the waiter named Charlotte. Every chance Freya always do the action but thanks to the good acting and the science of innocence, the plan always fails.

I don't know what it really means to get closer to the girl, but what she knows for sure is that Freya is trying to get away from her. And Arthur hates that.