Transmigrated as a Fat villain: All heroines are after me

Chapter 66: Chapter 66 - The fear of Inevitable

"Sebastian, how is the work of building the city walls going?" inquired a woman with striking green eyes, addressing the man who appeared to be her butler.

"Master, Sir Chrono has been working tirelessly, day and night, for four months, and it's nearly completed," Sebastian replied with a bow.

"Good. After he finishes his work, please call him. I need to discuss something with him," the woman instructed.

Sebastian nodded and left to carry out her orders.

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"Utter humiliation!," roared a massive black dragon, clutching a large, heavy pole with its claws and driving it into the ground. "I, the almighty dragon, had to bury some puny pole in the ground. Is this a joke?"

*ROAAAARRRRRR*

"Sir Dragon, could you please lower your voice for a moment? My child is sleeping," a voice from a nearby house pleaded.

The dragon, Sir Chrono, glanced irritably at the woman who had spoken, causing her to recoil in fear. However, before he could react further, another voice reached his ears.

"Sir Chrono, the Master is calling for you."

The dragon let out a huff and spread his massive wings, taking to the sky with such force that it created a gust of wind, knocking the woman and what appeared to be her doll to the ground.

"I told them he wouldn't fall for it again," the woman grumbled to her friends, who had been part of the scheme to fool the dragon. It had become somewhat of an achievement within their estate, but only a handful of them had the courage to attempt it. This was the first time the woman had been caught, having successfully tricked the same dragon on several occasions.

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*BAM*

With a ground-shaking landing, the colossal dragon touched down, its amethyst pupils focused on the seemingly insignificant woman, whom he could easily crush. However, he bowed respectfully and asked, "Master, did you call for me?"

"Yes, you have to be prepared," the woman replied, her voice carrying both seriousness and an air of mystery. The circumstances that had led the dragon to serve this lady were known by only to the two of them.

They both glanced up at the sky, sharing a silent understanding as they contemplated the impending fall of the Saint Realm in three months.

"Shouldn't we at least inform our classmates about this?"

The woman's green eyes held a hint of amusement as she glanced toward the dragon, who seemed to sense something and departed without causing any turbulence like earlier.

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In a grand mansion within a Duchy, a woman with pastel pink hair and slightly pinkish eyes elegantly sipped her tea as she absorbed a piece of news – sightings of a black dragon flying over the capitals of Hedrian and Vendal Kingdoms.

"Who would have thought that the egg for which my no-good brother died would fall into her hands?" she mused, a hint of amusement in her voice.

She recalled a girl with striking green eyes, her thoughts weaving through the intricate web of possibilities. "Prepare barricades for the entire Duchy and build walls too," she ordered her nanny, who initially seemed puzzled. As always, the woman elaborated, providing context.

"Why would 'Thalia's Pet' travel to both her rivals' territories? It can only mean one thing – the fate of the entire human realm is at stake. Isn't it obvious? Everything points directly toward the Demon realm, especially after Alex revealed that the Blood Witch is his sister before he succumbed to despair. It's as clear as day," she explained, her sharp intellect cutting through the complexity of the situation.

The nanny nodded in agreement and then offered a suggestion, "You are as wise as ever, my Lady. If only you would appoint someone more intelligent by your side instead of this slow-witted woman."

The woman chuckled lightly, appreciating the remark. "Hehe~, you're quite enjoyable company, but I'll consider your words. You can have that position until I find someone smarter than myself."

The nanny couldn't help but think to herself, 'I suppose she won't be granting me retirement anytime soon.'

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In the shrouded with darkness space, Seven Beings where seated as they talked in themselves

[Has she spiraled beyond restraint?]

[It appears so.]

[What course of action remains?]

[We must intercede.Prepare the Vessels]

[Is it within our means to quell her?]

[Notify them of her imminent arrival; they have two months to prepare, or the fate of the human realm is sealed.]

[Despair takes hold, Riannel too is lost.]

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As the news spread throughout the Human realm via 'The Obsidian Order,' it became clear that some individuals and regions had been prepared for this situation in advance.

These included the Hedrian Kingdom, the Dariants Kingdom, and two Duchies led by Thalia Crimwell and Alisia Orephina.

Their proactive measures indicated their awareness of the impending threat even before 'The Obsidian Order' could disseminate the information.

This readiness was attributed to the Crimwell Duchy and the vigilant dragon that had sworn to protect the woman who had, in a way, enslaved it ,only for protecting – the entirety of the Human Realm.

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In the heart of the opulent Saint Realm, nestled amidst lush gardens and pristine fountains, stood an imposing mansion. Its grandeur was unmatched, with towering marble columns and intricately carved facades.

Within its hallowed halls, a man sat in a chamber adorned with gilded tapestries and chandeliers that cast a warm, golden glow. He was no ordinary man; his regal attire and the air of authority that clung to him marked him as a of the highest order.

"Lord, the Demon Queen herself is involved in the battle," a man in pristine white attire informed another man who appeared already aware yet lost in his thoughts before he ordered, "You may depart."

"I suppose the time has come," the man thought as he stood, his mind having already decided the outcome he desired. Fully aware of the situation that had unfolded here, he understood that he must face the same fate as Archmage Riannel. However, for him, the choice was straightforward.

He would sacrifice himself instead of sealing away his own wife, who had become like this due to his own fault. Today, he would choose death over his wife's, as it was a well-known story in the Saint Realm about an Archmage who chose his own world over his wife. He was not that strong, not after losing his own daughter at the hands of his own son, and regaining clarity about the events that had transpired due to his role as the protector of the Saint Realm.

The Saint Realm had only survived thanks to him acting as a proxy after its Guardians and the Saint King had inexplicably vanished one day.

It had been three long years, and he had patiently waited for them to reclaim their responsibilities so he could enter a deep slumber and reunite with his daughter, begging for her forgiveness.

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