Chapter 320 – 33. Downfall.
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A few days later.
Aran was contacted through Therin.
It was that Juana had invited Aran.
“Also. It comes out like this.”
“Uh-huh… Whoops…”
“… Take it out and tell me.”
Ayla lifted her face with a sad expression and smiled brightly.
“Hehe. Probably trying to make a decision. I’m going to call Aran to where everyone is and take care of it somehow.”
She just said that and buried her face again.
The long object disappeared into her mouth.
Alan stroked her hair gently. She’s like she’s doing great.
‘Come to think of it… Sister Ayla has been waiting for almost two years….’
After Aran left with Illyana, she remained in Persia as an informant and lover. She waits for Aran to call her someday…
She said she would call right away, but Aran was very sorry for the delay every time.
‘I just need to finish this job. Then there’s no reason to leave it any longer.’
When Juana is defeated and Aran falls completely on her knees before her, then she doesn’t have to leave Ayla behind.
.
.
“But Aran, can’t you reveal that her sister is a snake gnil? If she invites you and then raids on a large scale, of course Narcissus will notice, but she can’t make such a rudimentary mistake.”
After work, Ayla asked with her face fresh but worried.
True to her words her, Juana must not let Narsi know that she is the snake Gnil. However, if she launches a massive raid using the snakes, she has no choice but to be caught.
“I guess so. Maybe she’s already thought about that too. For example….”
“You’re being attacked too?”
“Yes. She did n’t necessarily need to be hurt, she just ran away because she was threatened… But she could n’t protect Aran, her younger brother her… Then she she can get over it.”
In some cases, Narcissus can handle all of them. And since Aran is also a man of great power, most of them will surely die.
However, to Juana, they were only tools and not very valuable. Isn’t it enough to make a vampneel?
“The problem is that Narcissus is me.”
“Cook cook. I want to see that expression on her sister’s face her. The look on her face when she realized Aran was Narsi … Ah. I think you’ll be excited.”
“Stop today….”
“Ugh… Too bad.”
Isla was cute and tangled up.
Aran hugged her narrow waist and gently rubbed her soft belly her.
“Anyway. In about a week… It will all be over.”
“Yes…And it starts.”
“What?”
“Aran’s world conquest!”
“Just… Hey, I think…”
“Even without you, your lower body thinks so.”
“What are you talking about?”
Ayla smiled as she caressed his cock in silence.
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4 days later.
Aran, who was invited by Juana, entered the country.
Of course, she naturally hid her narcissism from her.
“How is Narsi?”
Soup, who was nearby, answered.
“You have been very well. But I think it will be difficult to do proper activities yet.”
“Okay.”
Menstrual pain.
That scary name captured the 7th tier Narcissus.
In fact, menstrual pain was not a big problem for women who could handle mana, but it wasn’t like that for everyone.
I heard that Narcissus’ menstrual cramps sometimes get very serious….
“It went better. Narcissus is lovely, but… Because at the same time she gets in the way of work.”
Juana pressed her lips together tightly.
‘Now, after today… Aran is over.’
“I don’t want anything to go wrong, so I’ll keep you away from the imperial palace. Soup, please make up a suitable reason and keep it away.”
“Yes. Your majesty.”
As the soup went away, Juana monologued in her mirror.
And she promised.
She said that if she insulted the Persian Empire by killing Aran, she would make her pay for her insult her.
“Beast. Come and eat something delicious. That way, won’t there be a little more regret in life?”
After finally shooting her cold smile in the mirror, she roughly adjusted her clothes and headed to the place where Aran was.
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“Hmm… It’s a masquerade…”
Alan laughed.
She felt ridiculous for Juana, who had to go to great lengths to deal with her Aran her somehow.
“So you’re not in the palm of my hand.”
It was a countermeasure in case Soup and Aran would recognize each other, but it was meaningless.
“Welcome. Maharaja.”
Juana sat in her chair at the top of the high stairs and looked down at Aran.
She was also wearing her mask of her, but from the bottom of her nose of her it was just exposed, which was quite odd.
Aran knelt down in front of her.
Once she was still her god her.
Looking at him like that, Juana smiled and talked about this and that and praised Aran for her achievements his.
She then spread her hands from side to side and scanned her audience.
“Okay, let’s talk about the dark stuff later. Let’s enjoy it now. Wake up too. You are the main character of the day, so please feel free to enjoy it.”
“Then, I will.”
Aran gave her a slight bow, then she stood up and met her eyes with Juana.
She was laughing very flashy.
“Majesty! Here it is here!”
As the ball drew to a close with countless people dancing, Hancock, who was wandering around looking for delicious food, called him.
“Hancock.”
Even though he wore a mask, he was still mischievous.
Jumping pom-pom feet, I waved his hand until he came.
“Hehe. Look at this. It’s shabu-shabu!”
“….”
Aran accepted the plate with her disapproving face of her.
For him, shabu-shabu was not such a good food to eat.
During the war, almost every day was served with shabu-shabu.
“Aren’t you tired?”
“Um… Not at all.”
She smiled and ate the food.
An attitude of not worrying about anything at all.
It was absurd, but originally, this is Hancock.
Alan just smiled.
Count… No, she is now the king’s wife, but she still has a dignified appearance.
She hadn’t changed at all.
‘Well, since he’s a dragon, he doesn’t care about human manners.’
It seemed that way.
“Aran.”
Someone called from behind.
“… Your majesty.”
Just Juana.
She was bright and beautiful, but she had a bleak smile somewhere.
A smile hiding a truly sharp knife.
Laughter poisoned her sword her.
It was the kind of laugh that would stab her in the throat if she was even a little bit off guard.
“It’s been a while since I’ve seen your face, so let’s dance together. Are you siblings? We.”
“….”
That she put her brother and sister in her mouth her.
Aran wanted her to do something, and she agreed.
“I see.”
“I will escort you.”
Juana took Aran’s hand her and led her to the center of the stage.
Dance of the Emperor and the Great.
Naturally, people’s attention was drawn.
“Have you ever danced?”
“I learned from the young lady my mother gave me.”
“Oh, is it? That’s fortunate.”
As Aran put his hand on her waist, new music started playing.
“Please don’t step on my toes.”
Juana laughed at Aran and moved her body to her.
To the music, the two gracefully turned and met each other’s eyes.
“Aran.”
In the middle of the dance, Juana opened her mouth.
“Did you enjoy your dinner?”
“?”
It was a useless question.
There’s no way she’ll be interested in Aran now.
“Well, yes. They know Persian food.”
“Okay. That’s true… That’s fortunate.”
What are you trying to say?
I couldn’t figure out the meaning at all.
Still, one thing is known, that something is close.
Juana’s trick is at hand.
Perhaps soon, the trap she created will overtake Aran, and she will burst out laughing as if in triumph.
“Finally there is no Narcissus here. I was lucky.”
“Well… If you are Nar… What she said before… ?”
“Okay. She is my future wife.”
“A woman loves a woman. Isn’t that strange?”
“Huh. It’s ten thousand times better than marrying a man. Isn’t it? Beast.”
“This, the emperor’s mouth is harsh.”
“There’s an emperor from a neighboring country who’s worse than me. What?”
“But….”
Juana stopped her feet on her.
And the music stopped too.
“You know what?”
“?”
When Aran expressed her question, she grinned.
As if there was nothing to shy away from anymore.
“I hate you.”
