LIGHTNOVELONLINE Chapter 88 – The Start of the End of an Era
“Okay, let’s calm down,” Elana took a deep breath as the tension around her grew to impossible degrees. “I can still kill him. Her. Fuck. No, not fuck! Kill.” She endured Moira’s teasing glance.
“That’s hardly the issue here,” Catarina whispered from the side. “Are you ready? The bubble is about to burst.” She continued to slip further and further away to avoid the spiking cold.
“That’s the main issue!” Elana failed to hold her temper. “It feels like I-” Her mouth snapped shut. She would never admit a loss aloud. “Yes. I am ready.” She corrected her behaviour.
Elana was now almost fully clad in ice. The beautiful, translucent armour she now wore was decorated with tastefully placed spikes and sheets of crystal forming various geometric patterns.
“You look like a demon queen,” Catarina noted, retreating yet again, as did everyone else around Elana.
“Thank you,” Elana moved her arm, admiring the way her armour folded.
“It wasn’t a compliment,” The smaller girl sneezed and shivered.
“It was what I went for,” Elana watched the Prince-... Princes attempt to try something.
Frederick’s… Fredericka’s? The women’s movement didn’t go unnoticed by the rest. She wasn’t attacked because no one wanted to move first. It would likely invite everyone else to eradicate the first offender.
“And to prove the Goddess supports us, I have brought proof before your eyes!” The Princess threw back the baggy cloak, revealing a tighter-fitting garb that failed to conceal her newly formed curves.
Elana’s gaze was naturally drawn to the breasts and hips the Princess had, almost missing the lantern now in her ex-fiancee’s hands. She wasn’t the only one.
The sudden reveal of the sex change seemed to take a lot of wind out of the bubbling violence in the hall. Most men gaped, evaluating the royal woman.
And begrudgingly, Elana had to admit that Moira had done a good job. The reborn man was standing tall, her noticeable chest puffed out. Her features still held a bit of manliness, giving her a mix of handsome and seductive. She moved boldly, her still-short hair swaying with each gesture.
Not that Elana would ever admit the princess looked kind of nice to Moira. She glanced at her woman, then at the rest of the hall, wondering if anyone would understand what was happening.
Elana noted how most of the people who had promised to support her held their breath. They had been partially warned but not aware of the extent of the plan.
As for the rest…
“Oh,” Elana’s dear father was the first one to react.
Duke De’Sorthos’s eyes widened as he stared at the lantern. The mana around him spiked, reminding everyone why he held his position as they became guarded. Only Ashton seemed to be unbothered by the sudden danger next to him.
This seemed to move the rest of the forces. Every battle-ready person stopped hiding behind pretences and pulled out their weapons. They chanted their spells and buffed their bodies.
As the Princess raised the Lantern, with Moira scooting closer, Elana nodded towards Catarina. “Cinthia is in.” She formed an arrow of ice, pointing at where her bodyguard and some additional fighters had been let in by the Church. “She will keep you safe. I would advise you to leave the hall.” She stopped caring about who saw her and rose on her feet, showing her full glory.
“I want to watch,” Catarina refused to leave immediately. “And you stay safe, too. I care about you.” She added before vanishing into the crowd that was growing restless and was on the brink of panicking.
Elana did not miss how heavily Catarina was blushing. It felt quite nice to receive the practical girl’s affection. Even though her friend was a pervert. Or, maybe, because she was a pervert.
Musing about her feelings towards Catarina, Elana’s eyes found Moira. Her woman was reaching out towards the lantern, about to prove she was the Saintess, earning them the support of most people here.
Except… Before Moira’s fingers could touch the Holy Artefact, a sharp wind passed, cutting off the approach.
“A FARCE!” Duke Arkoly roared. His clothes flapped in the wind that continuously poured out of his body. “WE WILL NOT BE SWAYED!” His supporters roared along.
“ARKOLY!” The opposing Duke Noiom swatted at the traitor, his hand making roaring flames in passing. “DIE!” His voice was full of hatred.
Elana shrugged towards Moira, who had been sent sprawling back by the magical attack. Her woman was fine, just startled. And the big reveal had been delayed.
“No matter,” Elana spoke to no one in particular. “This just means plan B.” She prepared for a slaughter.
Unexpectedly, someone did hear her speak. “Plan B?”
“Ah,” Elana glanced at her dear sister, who had appeared from nowhere. “I knew you were somewhere here. But you are not a fighter,” She tried and failed to not look at Mary’s crotch.
“I had to be here.” Mary didn’t argue. She glanced around while spreading her legs a bit wider upon noticing her sister’s hungry stare. “This is the last day of ‘that’ man. I had to be here.” She repeated.
“Then join Cinthia and Catarina. She will keep you safe.” Elana instructed, reaffirming the need to bolt down her sister and milk her for all that she was worth - literally.
Elana shook her head, clearing it from unnecessary thoughts. Sex could wait. She sought out Vermont, who pretended to be shocked while his fellow Dukes began a fight.
The old fart played his pieces well, preserving his and his supporter's strength. And to be fair, he had to with the poison circling around his body.
Of course, Elana wouldn’t allow him to relax like that. She flipped back her blond hair, then charged forward.
“I will help you, father!” She valiantly started to pummel a surprised member of the Royal faction. “Just as you wished!” She added as the Hall finally burst into bloody action.