## Chapter 319 – Monarch of Monsters (21)
Like the day they first met, the maiden was at the river, doing laundry with a washbasin.
Once again, she saw a figure emerge from the dark forest across the river and hurriedly started crossing the water.
This time, the man was covered in so many wounds it was a pitiful sight.
Remembering her father, who had crossed a river he could never return from, the maiden rushed into his arms, bursting into tears. As always, the man wordlessly embraced her.
So many wounds…
He must have faced countless near-death experiences, surviving by the skin of his teeth.
If it was for me…
The maiden, her face slightly swollen from crying, pulled away from his solid chest and gently looked up. A strange emotion flickered across the man’s expressionless face as their eyes met.
“What’s… What’s your name…?”
She gazed into his beautiful orange eyes, reminiscent of the sunset just as evening began, eyes that were vertically split yet felt perfectly natural.
“……”
The man simply stared down at her, speechless in response to her question.
Just as the maiden, disappointed and embarrassed, was about to look away, he finally spoke.
“Groden.”
His deep, rough, yet trustworthy voice resonated in her ears, and the maiden’s eyes slowly widened.
She finally turned her head back up to him, her excited voice echoing by the river.
“Groden… Flansina…!!
I’m… Flansina…!!”
“Flansina.”
“Yes!! That’s me…!! So…”
Perhaps she wanted to commemorate their first real conversation, even if it could barely be called one?
The maiden, Flansina, hesitated for a moment before whispering to the man, Groden.
“Could you… say it again…?”
“…… Flansina.”
She was intoxicated by his voice, as if melting into it.
She pressed her ear against his chest, feeling his strangely intense heartbeat.
Leaning into his warm embrace, she met his gaze, her cheeks flushed with a deep blush, as if they were destined for each other.
.
.
.
“If I… concentrate like this… and focus my power…!!
Wow!! I did it…!! Groden!!”
“……”
A dazzling flame bloomed in Flansina’s hand, growing and shrinking at will, yet causing her no harm.
Groden silently smiled as he watched her hand become engulfed in intense flames, gradually increasing in size.
Although he wasn’t one for expressing himself, Flansina could tell.
He felt the same way she did.
Whenever their eyes met, a silence would fall between them, as if their hearts had stopped.
And that was a sign that the two of them desperately desired each other.
“Ah… ugh… Groden…
Aah… more… lots more…”
Flansina, the most sought-after bride in the human village and the ideal woman for countless men.
Her smooth, soft, naked body was revealed as her clothes were scattered around them.
Embraced in Groden’s arms with a blissful expression, panting as if she were about to die, what more could she possibly need?
“It’s coming in… inside me…!! Ungh…!!
Ah…!! Aah…!! Ahh!! Hnnng!! Groden!!”
“Flan… sina…”
“Ugh…!! Y… Yes… it’s Flansina…
Your… aah… ugh…!! Flansina who loves you…
Groden… give it to me… haa… haaah…!! Give it to me…!!”
The bodies of the two lovers intertwined, their skin rubbing together.
As they shared their bodies in a fiery ecstasy, they raced towards the end together.
“Everything precious to you, all of it to me… Hyaaah…♡”
Flansina carefully collected all the seed pouring from his heat deep within her womb. With unfocused eyes, she struggled to look at him, always craving the lips that would gently embrace her when it was over.
Although he was always busy fighting, he never followed her all the way to the village.
But once a week, around laundry day.
When Flansina came to the river beyond the hill with her washbasin, he would always appear like a laundry fairy, spending happy moments with her.
But was it a warrior’s fate?
Every day, as each new week passed, and he and she met and locked eyes.
Flansina clutched her aching heart as she saw Groden’s wounds increasing day by day.
She loved his strength, but she no longer wanted him to be hurt.
“Flansina? What are you talking about…?”
“I’ll fight. Then…
It’ll be over soon, for sure.”
Flansina’s father was dumbfounded when she started spouting nonsense as soon as she got home, but he soon changed his mind as he watched the magical miracles bloom from her hands.
Flansina could create blizzards in the middle of summer and flames in the winter snow.
A miracle that no human could ever create, a new hope for humanity who had appeared as if born for this moment.
News of Flansina’s abilities quickly spread among the humans, and countless warriors knelt before her.
She only wanted to fight in his place, but she had become a queen by those who had witnessed the miracle.
Having become queen by accident, she now had only one path left.
‘The monster… with my own hands…’
So that his body would no longer be wounded.
And she had to defeat the monster that tormented her loved ones.
Then, without anything standing in their way, they could be happy together.
Thinking of the day when she could share a happy life with him, not a dangerous battle.
She faced the evil monster that stood as the last bastion against humanity’s happy life, a being called a dragon, and attacked it mercilessly.
The hope of being with him, the sense of duty to make everyone happy.
And at the very bottom of it all, she stood on the arrogance of being the queen of humans, no longer just a village maiden.
Her hands unleashed the hellfire of Gehenna and the endless cold of the abyss upon her enemy.
Even the mighty dragon, which had so helplessly defeated countless human warriors, could not withstand the power of the chosen one and simply knelt.
Finally, Flansina stepped onto the dragon’s snout as it collapsed powerlessly on the ground, gasping for breath. On top of its head, she grasped a transparent and beautiful ice sword.
With both hands gripping the hilt of the inverted sword, she looked down at her enemy, who was now taking its last breath.
“This world is no longer yours.
My father… other people… you…
I won’t forgive you… so now…”
“……”
The cold words of the cruel queen as she looked down at the silent dragon.
The moment she heard them, the dragon’s heavy eyelids slowly lifted.
The sharp ice sword plunged into its head.
The orange eyes reflected it, eventually losing their beautiful light.
Those deep, deep eyes that shone like the sunset, resembling twilight.
The dragon was covered in blood.
Flansina, having finished off the being that was now ‘what used to be a dragon,’ noticed something strange on its thick front toes as she descended from its head.
A dirty piece of cloth stained with blood that she had torn and wrapped around someone’s arm.
The best and greatest love that an ordinary village maiden who had fallen in love with him could give to him, for the sake of the one whose wounds were increasing day by day.
Only then did she realize.
“Ugh…!! Ugh… Uek…”
“Your Majesty…!! Escort Her Majesty inside…!!
Burn this corpse roughly!!”
“Ah… Ugh… No…”
“Is there something that ails you?”
“This is… no… it’s not an illness…
She is with child…!!
A royal heir is growing in her womb…!!”
“But… Her Majesty has no consort…
Hmm…!! To overexert herself like this…!!
She must rest quickly…!!”
The dizziness of morning sickness and her exhausted body.
The last sight Flansina saw as she closed her eyes was the last 모습 of her precious one, who had silently chosen death for her sake.
And the sight of humans burning his body and reveling in joy.
‘Groden…’
The humans had finally won.
They had succeeded in driving the monsters out of this land.
And according to Flansina’s wishes, a strong nation named ‘Groden’ was established on this land.
She was the first queen of that human nation, the first mage to spread magic to humanity, and the saint of the century who saved more humans from the depths of despair than anyone else.
Saint Flansina.
Even after becoming queen, she always stood before the people, giving hope and courage with a bright and benevolent smile.
But the story of how she would silently cry when alone, clutching her swelling belly and reminiscing about someone in her memory, would not be beautiful.
A descendant with a human appearance was born from her womb, and another descendant was born from that descendant. The day after those children inherited the throne.
The traces of Saint Flansina, who had disappeared like the wind, were no longer known to anyone.
Only a dubious rumor that someone had seen her holding several heavy eggs of unknown origin in her arms and walking somewhere remained, like a beautiful folktale.
So, you who have heard this story must now wake up from your dream.
Because the young being who has returned in search of its homeland is waiting for your answer.
“Kyaaaaaaaack!!”
