Chapter 509 THE ENDING OF QUEEN ISABELLA
"...Nica?"
Arthur softly called out as he carefully went behind the dragon.
Without heeding his call, the red dragon flapped her wings and circled around the battlefield. She was not interested in the aftermath of the war. She scanned the ground, always alert. If she saw one witch, she would burn them to a crisp.
The war had ended. Most of the witches were burned to the ground. Those who were luckily alive escaped. Those who couldn't escape were captured by the wizards and taken as prisoners.
Although the wizards won this battle, both sides suffered a lot. Wizards lost many talented wizards. It would take time for them to recover.
As for the witches, they almost perished. It would take them decades to become as powerful as they were before the battle.
Since the dragon wasn't harming the wizards, they focused on apprehending the witches. Merlin ordered them to take the captives to the camp.
Darius and Felix kept an eye on the battlefield while Ironin and Zinnia looked for the black-dressed witch.
"Should we leave Arthur with the dragon Veronica?" Darius muttered.
"I don't know," Felix replied truthfully. He licked the upper part of his lips.
"I don't think the dragon Veronica can recognize Arthur," he spoke his mind. "But I believe that he can handle her more than we are capable of. I just don't want to startle her by ganging up on her."
"She is supporting us by killing off the witch. The war ended in the blink of an eye. I can't ask for more," Merlin added.
"Me neither," Felix replied. "That's why we have to back off. Darius, you cannot do anything reckless."
"I didn't think of doing anything," Darius grumbled as he shamelessly did his best to convince others that he was innocent.
Felix shook his head. He didn't believe a syllable his 'dragon lover' friend uttered.
He suggested, "We should take the witches as soon as possible and clear the area. Let Veronica ease her mind. She can have some alone time with Arthur."
"Let's do that," Merlin agreed.
They gathered the captive witches, hiding from the mighty dragon's eyes. Afterward, they teleported to the camp.
Zinnia and Ironin saw them disappearing from the desert.
"That witch is something," Zinnia mentioned the witch in the black dress. "How can she run away under our watch?"
"She is different from the other witches," Ironin curtly commented. His eagle-like eyes sharply inspected the area. He found some witches were trying to escape.
"We should follow them." Zinnia pointed at those witches. "That can lead us to that witch."
Ironin nodded. They found some dead witches' cloaks and covered themselves to disguise. After that, they secretly followed the witches.
In the meantime, Arthur's heart wrenched as he stared at the red dragon who was ignoring him. He called her name several times but she didn't pay any attention to him.
Feeling lonely and downcast, he stared at the back of the dragon.
The dragon was minding her own business. She seemed to detest the witches enough to disperse their existence from the earth. Her golden eyes swept over the desert.
She saw fire everywhere. The witches were dead. Their burned bodies were lying deserted. Her eyes stopped in one area. Afterward, she flapped her wing and went down.
Arthur looked at the front. She was targeting Queen Isabella.
Queen Isabella was still burning. The black smoke seemed to keep her alive while the fire was burning her skin. It was the first and most agonized pain this majestic human ever suffered.
She couldn't scream anymore as her vocal cord melted from the fire. Her face was unrecognizable. Her hair and skin were burned. The silk gown she was wearing was long gone. The silk was stuck to her skin and made the pain worse.
Surprisingly, her eyes were intact. No harm was done to the pair of eyes. It was unknown why her eyes were unscathed.
Pain from all over her body made her stunned. She had no idea that this kind of suffering could exist. This unbearable suffering made her muddleheaded. She couldn't tell which pain was worse than the other.
The red dragon stared at her in disdain.
As a queen, Isabella was so proud. Since she was born, she got everything she wanted – dress, jewelry, everything. When she wanted to marry the King of Tybu, despite his heart belonging to someone else, her father gave her the Queen title.
She had everything without trying hard and so she took them for granted. She became greedier and showed no appreciation. She was ungrateful.
If something didn't go her way, she would hurt people without thinking about the consequences. She never cared, she never bothered to care.
That's why she was punished by karma.
She forgot that she was a human. No matter how powerful and beautiful she was, at the end of the day, she was a mortal who was bound to be judged by her creator.
She forgot the biggest lesson of life and she had to pay for it.
The 'dragon' Veronica scoffed at her and then opened her mouth wide.
Queen Isabella's eyes widened in fear. Despite the pain, she waited for another horrifying moment.
The mighty dragon gobbled Queen Isabella and chewed her. Afterward, she spat out whatever was left. It was nothing more than some burned bones with the skull, covered with saliva that belonged to the terrifying creature.
The dragon roared as if she wanted to declare her supremacy. She seemed delighted that she finished off the witches down and Queen Isabella who hurt her the most.
"..."
Speechless by the action, Arthur stared at her. He didn't know how to react to this scene that unfolded in front of him.
He also killed his enemy so many times that he lost count. Nevertheless, he never ate them. He was a wizard, not a cannibal.
An unknown fear crept into his mind.
He had no idea if the 'dragon' version of his wife was sane or not. She acted completely like a real dragon.
Was she still his wife?
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