I won't fall for the queen who burned my world-Chapter 74: Last monster

Malvoria stretched her arms above her head, rolling her shoulders as she stood on the edge of a high cliff overlooking the valley below.

The crisp morning air filled her lungs, carrying the distant scent of damp earth and pine, tinged faintly with the iron bite of dried blood. A week had passed since she had set out on this mission, and it had been... good for her.

Fighting always had a way of centering her.

It wasn't just about the battle itself—it was the hunt, the chase, the thrill of tracking down threats and obliterating them with precision.

The villages she had stopped by had been suffering under constant attacks from roaming monsters, and though many of them had called for aid before, none had received the personal attention of their queen.

Normally, Malvoria would have sent a squad to handle it, but she had needed this.

She had needed the escape.

And it had been satisfying.

Each night, she had taken her time hunting down the creatures that had been terrorizing the region. Some had been simple—packs of lesser beasts that barely put up a fight before falling beneath her flames.

Others had been more interesting—elusive monsters that forced her to track them through winding ravines and dense forests, creatures that required a bit more effort to take down.

She loved those.

Last night, she had taken her time with a particularly clever shadow beast, one that had been preying on unsuspecting farmers by night.

It had been fast, vanishing into the darkness the moment she got close, but Malvoria had patience.

She had chased it through the trees, let it think it was safe, let it believe it could outmaneuver her.

Then she had struck.

When she finally cornered it, its glowing red eyes had widened in the perfect moment of realization—too late—before her claws had ripped through its hide, and its final screech had echoed into nothingness.

Satisfying.

But Malvoria hadn't just been fighting—she had been watching, listening. These villages were hers, part of her kingdom, and while they had suffered due to these monster attacks, she had made sure that their suffering wouldn't last.

After every battle, she had taken the time to assess the damage, noting broken houses, shattered bridges, old roads that had long since crumbled.

And she had ensured that everything was restored.

She had sent teams to repair what was necessary, to rebuild stronger than before. Some villages had still been relying on outdated infrastructure, and Malvoria had made sure they would be brought into modern times.

She wasn't just removing problems—she was fixing what had been broken. She wasn't just ruling—she was leading.

Today, however, was the last day.

The final hunt.

The strongest monster.

Malvoria rolled her shoulders again, glancing at the horizon where the sun was beginning its slow descent. She had tracked this beast for three days now.

A creature that had evaded every previous attempt to capture or kill it. It had wiped out an entire caravan of merchants just two nights ago, leaving nothing but torn metal and scattered bones in its wake.

Time to end this.

She descended from the cliffs, her boots crunching against the loose gravel as she made her way toward the dense forest where she had last sensed the monster's presence. The air was thick with the scent of decay, a telltale sign that she was getting close.

Her eyes glowed faintly as she scanned the darkness between the trees, her muscles tense, every sense on high alert.

Then—there.

A flicker of movement.

Malvoria turned just in time to dodge a massive clawed limb as it came swiping toward her, the sheer force of it slicing through the tree beside her like it was made of paper. Splinters exploded into the air, and Malvoria leaped back, assessing her opponent.

It was huge—easily twice her height, its dark, sinewy body shifting unnaturally as it moved. Its eyes glowed a deep, pulsating crimson, and its mouth stretched into something that barely resembled a snarl.

Malvoria grinned.

Finally. A real fight.

The beast lunged again, and this time, Malvoria didn't dodge. She met its charge head-on, bracing herself as its claws raked across her armored sleeve.

The force of it sent a dull ache through her arm, but she barely registered the pain—she was too focused.

She struck fast, her foot slamming into its ribs, sending it staggering back with a guttural roar.

"Not bad," Malvoria murmured, rolling her wrist. "But not good enough."

The monster lunged again, and this time, Malvoria didn't hold back. She moved, her body a blur as she closed the distance between them in a single, fluid motion.

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Her claws slashed upward, carving through its chest, and dark, thick blood splattered across the forest floor.

The creature howled, but Malvoria didn't give it a chance to recover. She grabbed its throat, her fingers digging into its flesh as she burned—a flash of orange-hot fire exploding from her palm, searing its skin.

It thrashed, howling in agony, but Malvoria tightened her grip, her flames spreading until the creature's struggles weakened... then ceased.

She let it drop to the ground, its charred remains smoking at her feet.

Breathing heavily, Malvoria wiped the blood from her fingers onto her sleeve, surveying the now-silent forest.

Done.

With a satisfied exhale, she turned on her heel and began making her way back to the village.

By the time she arrived, the villagers had already gathered in the town square, waiting anxiously for news.

"It's done," Malvoria announced simply, standing before them, her hands resting casually at her sides. "There's no more threat."

A ripple of relief spread through the crowd, followed by cheers and grateful murmurs. Some of them bowed deeply, others clasped their hands together in thanks.

One of the elders approached, his eyes glistening. "Your Majesty... We don't know how to thank you."

"Just take care of your people," Malvoria replied, her tone softer than usual. "And if any other threats arise, send word immediately."

The elder nodded fervently. "Of course."

Just as Malvoria was about to turn away, a commotion broke out near the edge of the square.

She frowned.

One of her assistants was running toward her, his face pale, his breath ragged. He looked as if he was about to collapse.

"Your Majesty," he gasped, barely able to stand.

Malvoria's eyes narrowed. "What?"

The assistant swallowed hard, trying to catch his breath, and then—

"Your wife is not in the castle."

Everything stopped.

Malvoria's mind went blank for half a second before a sharp, cold rage filled the space it left behind.

Slowly, her gray eyes burned with something deadly.

"What," she said, her voice eerily calm, "do you mean she's not in the castle?"

The assistant wobbled slightly, his panic evident. "Sh-she's... she left. No one knows where she is."

A muscle in Malvoria's jaw ticked.

Elysia...

Without another word, she turned on her heel.

I'm going back. Now.