The rapid reconstruction of Dreadhaven was nothing short of a miracle. Thanks to Leonidas' detailed blueprints, Secret tips and the tireless effort of both magic and manpower, the town was rebuilt in record time. Dreadhaven, which once resembled a modest settlement, A big enough to be a town or city, had now transformed into a sprawling city. It boasted structures that felt like they belonged to a different world—something out of a fantasy novel, where the grandeur of its buildings hinted at a city prepared for greatness.
The new Dreadhaven rose majestically against the landscape, blending medieval charm with modern magical enhancements. The towering palace designed for Scarlett was nearly completed, save for one crucial piece—the throne. Debate still raged about what material should be used for it, symbolizing the weight of leadership and the strength of the revived city. Meanwhile, construction still continued on a smaller scale, as new citizens, many formerly enslaved by the Lunatic's dark magic, returned to normal life. The merger of various villages into Dreadhaven brought with it a sense of unity and growth.
As Li Feng declared, there would be no favoritism for those from his home village. His justice was unwavering, seeking to unite all under a fair rule.
The palace itself was a grand sight. Situated atop a towering set of stairs, it commanded the landscape like the heart of Dreadhaven. Its design followed classical fantasy architecture with tall spires, intricate carvings, and lush greenery lining the steep path leading to it. It resembled a castle straight from a fairytale, with layers of buildings leading up to the central structure. The palace was surrounded by smaller homes and shops, all neatly organized along winding streets that added to its timeless charm. Majestic trees lined the path, providing a natural contrast to the stone buildings.
Mountains stood in the background, adding to the awe-inspiring view of the kingdom. Although they looked like they are very close but in reality, Mountains were far away from. Dreadhaven and after crossing the mountain was actually a large sea and beach. A perfect place for vacation.
Inside the palace, rooms were lined with intricate tapestries, columns, and archways that emphasized the balance between elegance and might. The yet-to-be-finished throne room, with its vast open space and high ceilings.
The palace, though grand in appearance, felt hollow and lifeless. There were no guards patrolling the halls, and no people to fill its vast spaces. It was eerily quiet, with the emptiness giving it an unsettling, almost haunted, aura. Outside the palace, Scarlett stood, gazing up at her new home.
From afar, everything seemed fine. But as her eyes traced the palace's peak, she noticed a statue—a warrior, female, posed as a symbol of strength. A nervous chuckle escaped her lips. "Is that supposed to be me? Well, her face is covered, so I can't be sure. But why does it look so… cringey? Couldn't they have gone with something more classic?" she mused to herself, shaking her head.
Deciding to brush off the awkwardness, Scarlett stepped inside. The quietness made her footsteps echo eerily through the empty halls. Her destination wasn't the throne room or any grand chamber, but a special section in the basement—a prison, built at her request to hold special prisoners.
As she descended into the basement, the atmosphere shifted. The once hollow, lifeless palace above now gave way to a dungeon-like setting. Torture instruments lined the walls, hinting at the grim purposes this place served.
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It didn't take long before she bumped into Kroenen, who, without missing a beat, understood her intent. "Follow me. I'll take you to him," he said, turning sharply and leading her deeper into the dungeon.
They soon arrived at a small, dimly lit room. Inside, Lórien was shackled, his hands bound with heavy cuffs. His body bore the signs of days of torture—cuts, bruises, and exhaustion. His breathing was labored, but the moment he heard footsteps, he forced his head up. When he saw Scarlett and Kroenen, anger flared in his eyes, but his lips curled into a mocking grin.
"You think your torture will break me?" Lórien spat, his voice filled with defiance. "I'm not alone. My kingdom's blessings, its people's prayers, are with me. You might kill me, but you'll never break my spirit!" He shouted, eyes burning with pride.
Before Scarlett could respond, Kroenen silenced him with a brutal kick to the face, his boot crashing into Lórien's jaw. The blow was sudden, the crack of impact loud in the small room.
Scarlett's lips curved into a twisted smile. "Not bad... not bad at all. As expected of a noble soul. Your spirit is as hard as a rock," she praised, her tone dripping with sarcasm.
Lórien, still defiant despite his pain, chuckled bitterly. "What's with the praise? Don't tell me you've fallen for me. Hate to disappoint you, but I'm already married," he quipped, even in his tortured state, still managing a mocking tone.
Scarlett's smile widened, her eyes behind blindfold gleaming with a dark, twisted amusement.
"Actually, I thought you might be feeling lonely down here, so I brought someone to keep you company." She grinned mischievously as she snapped her fingers.
**Swish...**
Out of nowhere, Lórien's father, Lysander, appeared, collapsing onto the cold stone floor with a dull *thud*.
Lórien's expression immediately changed, his face going pale. "Y-you can't do this! My father has nothing to do with this…!" he stammered, panic rising in his chest. But then, a sudden realization dawned on him. "Wait... why do you have him? Is this some kind of illusion? You're trying to trick me, aren't you?!"
Scarlett said nothing. Instead, she pulled out a magazine bearing the royal stamp of Gwarga's kingdom—the unmistakable symbol of truth. Without a word, she flipped it towards him, So he can read.
Lórien's eyes scanned the pages, and his hands trembled as he read the headline.
King of gwarga and prince Lórien shook hands with demons and tried to break kingdom from inside.
And also without anyone noticing, he led a large demon's army invade kingdom of gwarga, By the time others loyal to kingdom noticed it, Demon's army already had gotten very close and for fighting them, They could only prepare an army of eight hundred thousand soldiers.
When battle happened, The gwarga was losing very fast, It seemed like the end but then a savior appeared.
A beauty like a godess and unmatched strength like some war god and she and her people defeated demon's army and saved the kingdom of gwarga from crisis. She is none other than–Scarlett nova.
His breath caught in his throat. "This… this is a lie! It has to be!"His voice shook with disbelief. "This can't be real… you're lying!"
Scarlett watched him struggle, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he desperately tried to stand, only to fail. His body was too weak from the days of torture.
"Ara..Ara....weren't you so confident just a moment ago?" she teased, her voice laced with sarcasm. "Did you think you were the only one free of traitors? You thought your kingdom was invincible?" She let out a soft, mocking laugh.
The truth was far darker. Scarlett had been the one to destroy the kingdom of Gwarga, wiping out their forces. But politics had twisted the narrative, painting her as the savior. The citizens were none the wiser, manipulated by the ruling powers. History had been rewritten to favor her, and now the whole kingdom believed she had saved them.
Scarlett knelt beside Lysander's unconscious body, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry, I'm not going to torture him like I did with you. Tomorrow is a big day," she said with a cold smile. "You'll get to reunite with your people."
As she stood and turned to leave, Lórien's panicked voice called after her. "What do you mean by that? What's going to happen?"
Scarlett turned her head slightly, her smile now showing her teeth, a sinister glint in her eyes. "Tomorrow is a special show, and you… you're going to be the star of the show."
Lórien shouted after her, his voice growing more desperate with each word, but Scarlett didn't even glance back. She left him behind in that dark, cold cell, his cries echoing uselessly in the stone halls.
As she walked away, Scarlett mused to herself with a smirk , "I guess what I'm gonna do is like pure evil, Not fitting for my usual personality but not that I care, but then again, maybe this is who I truly am.
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