The Goddess of Revenge
Arsen's Death

“Krystal is dead. Satisfied you now?”

As Arsen grew hysterical, he tried to attack Krystal through an iron cage, but Vincenzo managed to stop him before Arsen's attack managed to touch Krystal's skin.

“Mati? DEAD YOU SAID? THEN WHO ARE YOU? YOU CAME TO RUIN MY LIFE. WHO ARE YOU EXACTLY?!” snapped Arsenic.

“I? How do I call it? I was the goddess who came to avenge Krystal's death, and you were one of the people who was the target of my vengeance. Arsen, you will not be able to escape death, hell awaits your arrival. You will be tortured in hell later to make up for all your bad deeds,” Krystal said.

“A-I don't wanna die. I DON'T WANT TO DIE! PLEASE SAVE ME. I TID—”

“Then, say! Tell me the identity of Krystal's real mother! You must know something, right? Tell me the truth!”

Arsen stuttered, he inched backwards, he was reluctant to tell the identity of Krystal's biological mother. Then Vincenzo pulls Arsen's pajama collar, holding Arsen back from getting away and running away from the conversation.

“I don't know, I don't know about Mother Krystal,” replied Arsen, all over her body shaking in fear.

“Then there is no other option.” Vincenzo touches Arsen's head, he intends to get into Arsen's memory.

Vincenzo closed his eyes, he concentrated on tracing every memory of Arsen, then suddenly he bounced back.

“Arrghhh!”

“Vicenzo! Are you okay?” Krystal immediately helped Vicenzo to rise from the fall.

“The idea is mounted memory lock magic, we can't trace Arsen's memory any further. I didn't get any info on the identity of Ms. Krystal,”.

“HAHAHA!” Arsen laughed loudly, he laughed at Vicenzo who got nothing from his memory, “Of course you can't find anything, I am protected by a god. Although you are a goddess, but there is no way you are stronger than a god, how does it feel? Does it hurt?” arsen Ledek.

Krystal began to grow furious, he strangled Arsen's neck tightly to make it difficult for Arsen to breathe.

“God did you say? Do you think I'm afraid of them? Just so you know, if I kill you here, the gods won't be able to help you. I don't care about the god who protects you, but obviously your life won't be until tomorrow.” Krystal took off her clutches while pushing Arsen away from her.

“I told you, I won't die! Till any time I won't let you kill me!” reply Arsen.

“Who said I would kill you? You yourself will kill yourself later,” said Krystal.

“What?”

Krystal throws one roll of rope at Arsen, “I could have killed you, but I don't want to dirty my hand. So, you kill yourself yeah.”

“You're crazy y—”

“I'M CRAZY! BUT YOU'RE CRAZIER BAJ*NGAN! YOU HURT A LOT OF WOMEN AND YOU'RE NOT ACTING WRONG. YOU'RE A MENTAL ILLNESS! I WON'T LET YOU LIVE!” yell Krystal emotion.

“I'm not wrong, they're wrong. Who told them they were weak and could not satisfy me? I'm the Crown Prince, of course I can do anything. Even Dad didn't forbid me from doing it, so why should I feel guilty? Precisely the girls are wrong, blame them for being born beautiful!”

Krystal was drowning in anger, her expression turning cold and sharp. Arsen gasped to see both of Krystal's eyes turning a fiery red.

“Don't say much! Just kill yourself. For the free you live, you'll only be a prankster in this palace. You don't deserve to be called a human being, killing many women just to channel your bej*d passion. I hate humans like you so much.”

Krystal's red eyes seemed to be bewitching Arsen, instantly Arsen fell silent and his pair of neutrals became empty. Vincenzo patted Krystal on the shoulder, as Krystal immediately regained consciousness from the surge of anger.

“Almost I let go, thanks for making me aware. Now we're out,” take Krystal.

Vincenzo followed Krystal from behind, looking at Krystal's back who was walking 5 steps further away from her.

‘Nearly enough, Krystal if angry will be very scary. I don't dare fight Krystal if she's in angry mode.’

...***...

The next day, the imperial palace was suddenly shaken by a furore, knights ran to and fro, as well as servants. One by one the nobles seem to start to arrive to fill the palace. Krystal who had just woken up was confused to see the crowd of the palace that happened suddenly.

“Your Majesty! I have news!” Olin entered the room with a breathless condition, he seemed to have finished running from the main palace.

“What news?” ask Krystal.

“Crown Prince found dead hanged himself in prison,” reports Olin.

“You're serious?” krystal asked to make sure.

“Seriously, Your Grace. I saw directly with my eagle eyes that the Crown Prince was actually found lifeless.”

Krystal has a triumphant smile, “Good! Then I'll see it straight there.”

Krystal jumped from the top of the bed, she ran quickly towards the main palace, while Olin was overwhelmed following her from behind. Cleon, who also heard the news of Arsen's death, ran after Krystal.

“So, what exactly are you doing?” ask Cleon.

“I did nothing, he alone decided to commit suicide,” replied Krystal.

They slipped into the crowd, right in the middle of the palace hall was seen Arsen's corpse lying stiff lifeless. On the left and right side was Isabelle with Emilia crying over Arsen's death. Fred was also busy pacing back and forth talking to some nobles. They seemed frustrated and shocked to hear of Arsen's death, there was nothing they could do with Arsen's sudden death.

Then Isabelle glanced at the newly arrived Krystal with Cleon and Olin, the wrath on Isabelle's facial lines painted so vividly. Isabelle approaches Krystal, then pulls Krystal's hand in front of Arsen's corpse.

“Return my son!” pinta Isabelle with a tone full of anger.

“On? You're asking me to bring your son back to life? I can't do it,” reject Krystal.

“What? Don't you have the power to revive the dead? Now you'll have to turn my son back on! I know, my son died because of your fault!” tuding Isabelle and urging Krystal.

“Your son died because of his own fault, he decided to commit suicide. So, why am I wrong? Why do I always get blamed for the bad luck you guys get? Does my existence really hurt you? I never bullied you, I never hurt you, so why do you accuse me of doing things I never did?”

Krystal started playing her acting again, she was sobbing in front of a crowd of people. The nobles whispered vilifying Isabelle, some of whom had pity on Krystal, who was blamed for Arsen's death.

“You!” Isabelle raised her hand high, she intended to slap Krystal. However, a middle-aged blonde woman came to reject Isabelle's hand blocking Krystal's wrist, seeing Isabelle immediately lower her hand.

“That's enough, Your Majesty! You are too outrageous to blame Mr. Princess Krystal,” said the woman.

“What's your business, Duchess Salvatore? This boy deserves it, because of him I lost my son!”