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Absolute Cheater-Chapter 270: Fantasy Dungeon IX
He knelt, speaking low so that only the dying knight could hear:
"She's mine now."
Moments Later — Queen's War Room
Valeris looked up as Asher entered.
Blood streaked his clothes and hands.
"Trouble?" she asked, already knowing the answer.
He dropped Caldrin's ring onto the table.
"A test," Asher said. "They failed."
Valeris smiled, slow and dangerous.
"Good," she said. "Let them send more."
"And when they do?" Asher asked, stepping closer.
Valeris's eyes gleamed like garnets in the low light.
"We'll show them," she said, "why dragons never beg."
The Next Morning — Mimir Palace
By dawn, the blood in the gardens had been quietly cleaned.
The courtiers and noble houses pretended not to notice.
Pretended not to know that loyal knights had died under the moon.
But Valeris knew.
And she would not let it pass.
Today, she wore black.
No crown, no veil—just a high-collared coat embroidered with silver serpents and a sword belted at her waist, plain and gleaming. It was not the attire of a gentle queen.
It was the attire of a conqueror.
She summoned the court to the Hall of Petitions—the vast central chamber where marble thrones lined the walls and banners of the Great Houses fluttered like silent witnesses overhead.
Asher stood to her right, silent, armored, eyes sharp beneath his hooded gaze.
The nobles gathered slowly, murmuring like crows.
Lord Saelin of House Faelen.
Duchess Marla of House Durn.
Count Berrick of House Solmar.
The three who had refused to attend her arrival.
The three names whispered in the dark.
And dozens more—watching. Measuring.
Valeris let them come.
Let them believe they still had a chance to pull the noose around her neck.
When the hall had filled, she rose from her throne with slow, deliberate grace, and her voice rang out over the marble and silk:
"In the night, blood was spilled.
By the morning, traitors have been found."
Murmurs rippled through the hall.
She raised a hand—sharp as a blade.
"I will not suffer those who raise their hands against me.
I am not your Damsel Queen to be led by councils and marriage pacts."
She took one slow step forward, the hem of her coat whispering against the stone.
"I am Valeris Mimir.
Your Queen by blood and conquest.
And today, I name my enemies."
The hall stilled to utter silence.
Asher stepped forward—and with him came the knights loyal to Valeris.
They carried three iron chests.
Each was placed before a different noble.
One before Saelin.
One before Marla.
One before Berrick.
The nobles paled.
None dared open them.
So Valeris did.
With a flick of her hand, the first chest snapped open—revealing the severed hand of a knight, still bearing the sigil ring of House Faelen.
The second chest held a crossbow bolt—broken and bloodied.
The third held the tattered, poisoned cloak of an assassin.
Each tied directly back to the noble it sat before.
Each an undeniable piece of proof.
"You... have made your play," Valeris said, voice like velvet and iron. "And you have failed."
"Kneel."
The demand hit the hall like a thunderclap.
Saelin stiffened, rage boiling under his skin. Marla clenched her hands. Berrick's face twisted in fury.
But none of them knelt.
Cowards could bow.
But traitors stood until they bled.
Valeris did not look away.
She merely raised one hand.
Asher moved first.
In a blink, he was in front of Lord Saelin—his sword flashing once, clean and merciless.
The lord collapsed, gasping his last breath, blood spilling across the marble.
Screams broke out in the hall.
Knights surged forward—not to defend the dead lords, but to ring Valeris in a living wall of steel.
The Queen stepped down from the dais, walking slowly past Marla and Berrick, who now looked at her with wide, horror-struck eyes.
"You should have killed me when you had the chance," she whispered, voice full of cold triumph.
She made no signal.
The knights did the rest.
By the time the sun rose high enough to burn the mist from the palace towers, three noble houses had been shattered.
And Valeris Mimir sat once more upon her throne—not as a piece to be moved across the board, but as the player of the game itself.
That Night — Queen's Chambers
Asher sat by the window, sharpening his sword. The blood had been scrubbed from the marble, but the scent still lingered—a sweet, metallic ghost.
Valeris stood by the balcony, the wind pulling at her hair.
"You were right," she said quietly. "This dungeon... it is no different from my real world. Betrayal. Blood. Power."
She turned to him then, a glimmer of something wild and beautiful in her eyes.
"But this time, I feel nothing when they fall."
Asher smiled—sharp and fond.
"Good," he said, setting the sword aside. "Because we're not done yet."
Valeris walked to him, sliding onto his lap like a queen claiming her prize.
"And neither are they," she said, voice low against his throat.
"But they'll learn."
She kissed him—slow, sure, possessive.
And far below them, in the silent city of Mimir, the survivors whispered new tales:
Of a queen who wore no crown.
Of a dragon who smiled as she burned her enemies.
Of a sovereign who had no equals left.
Two Days Later — Mimir Palace
The court wore mourning colors now: black, crimson, and silver.
Outwardly, they honored the "fallen lords"—inwardly, they scrambled like rats in a burning ship.
Three houses had been shattered.
Their lands, titles, and wealth now floated in limbo.
Everyone smelled opportunity... and death.
Valeris sat upon her throne, draped in a high-collared gown of midnight velvet, silver embroidery twining down the sleeves like dragonfire.
At her right, Asher stood with his arms folded, gaze sharp and unreadable beneath the slight tilt of his head.
They were a blade and its shadow.
One by one, emissaries approached.
First came House Calven.
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An ancient line, proud and arrogant. Their patriarch—a hawk-faced man named Lord Renwyn—bowed low, offering gifts.
"My Queen," he said, voice smooth as aged wine. "House Calven grieves the terrible loss of our brothers. We pledge our loyalty, unbroken and eternal."