The Two Empresses
Ambush

"Who is that?" Istvan asked without turning his face, but his needle began to make a shield that was ready to strike anyone who attacked him.

"I? Only living beings are like you, different races. Can you get out of there? My colleagues need to pass."

"Show me your face, coward," Istvan snapped. All that was asked was silence, but the sound of footsteps began to sound and a woman appeared from behind Istvan's back with scales on part of his face. His eyes were light yellow and irises were rhombus-shaped, hair was the color of the ground was disheveled, fangs were raised on the left and right sides of his lips. Both of his hands were covered in scars and claws, but his claws made him even more terrifying. Istvan turned around and was a little shocked by his appearance.

"You're from the Draco race? What do you want here?" ask Istvan. The woman simply pointed her index finger at the two old men in front of her.

"They."

"Sorry, they're my prisoners. Please leave before I have to fight you" Istvan said. The woman did not make a sound, looking at the young man in front of her attentively. "You hear me?"

"That's how it is" he said casually. He exerted his heavy aura and destroyed the surroundings. Istvan retreated for a moment and realized he was fighting a dangerous race. He replaced all of his needles with different types and sizes of knives, while in his hand he held a long-barreled pistol.

"You're looking for trouble?" ask Istvan.

"Son, you ask too many questions. Can you just shut up and let him take them away?" asked the woman while breathing bored.

"If my answer is no?"

"Prepare to die" the Draco woman said coldly. He turned himself into a dragon and destroyed the passage, causing Istvan to retreat and teleport to the roof of the palace. The strong and huge tremors made people panic.

"What else is the problem?" lamented Saciel.

"Miss! There's a Draco race here!" a head of the family pointed out the window.

"Ras Draco? The oldest race after flugel?" chirps Phillip. Dark boasted a faint smile and stood before Saciel while holding his chin.

"Let's make a deal, honey."

"What deal do you expect, outcast prince?" ask Saciel cynically.

"Your mouth is sweet but poisonous? Suitable to be my side," praise Dark. Saciel goosebumps and gently puts away her hand.

"I don't intend to be your companion, so why not get straight to the point?" reject Saciel. Dark instantly wrapped his arms around his slim waist and moved them in the throne room.

"Well, this is better. Do you know my story?" ask Dark while sitting on the throne.

"...you have 1 hour to talk" Saciel said as she turned the hourglass in her hand.

"It's so good of you. All right, the story is very~ interesting. I'm sure you'll like it" Dark said excitedly.

"50 minutes to go" chirped Saciel.

"You know, being the last prince means you won't have the right to be Crown Prince unless all my brothers die. I was very ambitious to be king, but my father refused and instead chose the bastard."

"Who do you mean?" asked Saciel in surprise.

"Why? Wasn't the previous Crown Prince the son of Queen Alexandria?"

"Huh? Are you kidding or are you too stupid? He was an illegitimate child, the son of a concubine, not a servant in the palace," Dark replied coldly. "Oh yeah, you're too young to know that, honey."

"Stop calling me 'Honey'. It makes me sick," Saciel complained as she looked at the hourglass. Dark smelled a smile and raised his face to be on par with his.

"Saciel, you know the longer you've been cold to me, the stronger the sense of wanting to torment you right now," she said calmly, but the look in her cold eyes gave Saciel goosebumps. He tried to calm himself and looked into his eyes.

"Are you the one who poisoned the entire royal family?" ask Saciel.

"Really, Honey. But if I'm the only survivor, you'd suspect me. So I put poison in all the food and I also took part in eating it" Dark replied calmly. "Well, it's lucky I drank the antidote before eating the poison, so I can fake my death and exchange the coffin for someone else."

"You're a psychopath" despises Saciel. Dark drew a wide grin and slapped the girl to the ground before him.

"God, am I being too hard on you?" tanyanya sweet. Saciel just stared at him fiercely, making Dark's passion increase. "You made me want to do more of this."

"Just dream of you" he replied, throwing a needle at him, but was arrested. He threw the needle and grabbed it. "Let go!"

"Darling, you will be my queen. Or...you want your brother to take his place?" whispered. Saciel flinched, his anger peaking. He slapped the man and hatred flashed in his eyes. "Good! Do it again, honey!"

"Dead you!" snapping Saciel while kicking, but managed to avoid it. He took a few steps back and took off his cap, as well as the bun that Dark had broken.

"Show me all your anger, baby! You deserve to be mine!" suhut Dark while taking off his shirt and showing off his large and muscular muscles. "I think you're fit to give birth to my offspring."

"I don't intend to pass on your madness to my children in the future" Saciel replied as she pointed her sword.

"I'll make you inherit it quickly" Dark said as he charged forward. Saciel immediately twitched and tried to slash him, but Dark dodged faster and kicked the sword into the ceiling. "Show me everything, baby!"

"Cinting," maki Saciel. He flicked his fingers and burned Dark, but it quickly went out. "What?"

"Is that all your skills?" tanya Dark is bored. Saciel was silent for a moment, then summoned hundreds of swords that were ready to be launched at any moment.

"Oh, interesting," murmured Dark. The girl opened fire, but Dark was able to dodge all of them and threw a few swords at her until it scratched her face. "It's so pretty."

"Damn it," maki Saciel.

"Honey, this is my feeling or..are you weakened?" dark asked with a grin on his face. Saciel was speechless, speechless because what he said was the truth. "Good God, you're so sorry."

"No need to pity me. It's nothing out of the ordinary anyway" Saciel replied. He flicked his fingers and the chains began to bind Dark. "I am weak, arrogant and arrogant. So it's only natural that I get hurt more often."

He leaped up to the ceiling and drew his sword, then threw it to add to the wound on Dark's cheek. Blood liquid slowly flowed, making Dark a little shocked.

"Well, you're so fierce. But this way the fight will be more fun" Dark said. Saciel gave a smile, then tightened the grip of his magic chain to make Dark have trouble breathing.

"It's enough to get there, miss," said someone behind her. Saciel was shocked and turned around, finding a man who was pointing a gun. "Take him off."