Misunderstood Villain: Heroines Mourn My Death - Chapter 398: Oh, How The Mighty Have Fallen

Chapter 398: Oh, How The Mighty Have Fallen

Zafar, who definitely would’ve disagreed with that, was nowhere to be seen, abandoning his group of yes-men, if they even remained in the hall anymore.

Right, it wasn’t only Safira and her people that left, but he did too.

He had secretly joined them, walking behind them while they were none the wiser.

They needed to be extremely lucky down in Al-Fawra, and who better to be there than him?

Of course, if they knew that he was coming along with them, then there was a high possibility that chaos would ensue; they did not trust him or his ’redemption.’

He saw that as plain as day, even as he kneeled for his only Lord.

So, instead of ruining it or wasting everyone’s time, Zafar stayed hidden and followed them through the streets of the Holy City.

Even now, they were quiet, perhaps processing just what they were about to do.

It might only be the Fourth Layer, but reaching it really wasn’t as easy as Malik made it out to be.

Especially not for the Jinn and Nadhirs he walked behind.

Zafar was sure that they were in for a rough time.

Still, they didn’t hesitate and walked ahead.

A fact that he was proud of.

Finally, he was going to be on the right side of history.

The ACTUAL right side, not what they were made to believe.

Zafar, unlike the rest of his gloomy bunch, still lost in their woes, was now happy.

He was going to serve his Lord… save him in his time of most need.

And who knows, perhaps that just might bring women his way once again.

While he’d long since given up on the women standing below his Lord, deeming them Malik’s to do with in whatever way he saw fit, it didn’t mean that he would forever stay celibate.

’A man has needs!’

And the owl back in the Holy Palace’s main hall recognized that.

Even though his hatred remained burning for the man, something that was already stated enough times, he couldn’t deny how Zafar might actually succeed in doing what he never could.

Because yes, Sinbad had secretly and repeatedly gone down to Al-Fawra while Malik wasn’t around, trying again and again to find such a Holy Relic but ending up with nothing useful.

Zafar, the Fortune’s Blessed bastard, might actually do it.

And if he did…

If their expedition succeeded, then…

Sinbad would no longer see a reason not to save his Elder Brother.

Their most important promise would not be broken.

It’d be the best of both worlds.

Neither of which was something Roya wanted anything to do with.

Again, she wanted to stay completely neutral.

Mourn him if he passed, serve him if he survived.

One could say her neutrality was indicative of how she didn’t want him to live, but—

Thud!

The sound of something falling echoed.

It paused the thoughts of everyone in the hall.

What just fell wasn’t any ’something.’

It was a head.

This head fell to the ground before all their eyes.

More particularly, it rolled before THE information broker’s camp.

After a very long moment, it paused, no blood leaving it.

This head… it…

It belonged to Roya.

Truth had caught up to time.

And before anyone around it could react, it was picked up by its hair.

The figure that picked it up was covered from head to toe in black.

It was the Lady.

“You’ve all forgotten me a little too much~.”

She pointed that head at a wide-eyed Noor.

“Consider this a reminder.”

Her almond eyes smiled.

“You are not safe.”

She slowly turned to look at Roya’s camp, one of assassins, who were still unmoving, as if shackled by unseen hands, completely freezing them in place.

“What? Did you people really think that she wasn’t going to die because she was some sort of heroine in this tale?”

They tried to move, their Aether screaming, rumbling in rage.

“Because she’s… what do you call it—ah, a main character?”

Yet not a single one of them could even let out a single sound.

“No, no, no. Not everyone is allowed redemption. Sinbad…”

She glanced at the massive owl still lying beside the Golden Throne.

“You agree, don’t you? Otherwise, you wouldn’t have allowed me to kill her.”

He didn’t bother to reply, only looked down at Dunya, silently assuring her that she’d be safe.

Sinbad didn’t need to, however. Though this death surprised her, she didn’t seem to be worried; rather, there was unmistakable satisfaction in her eyes.

…Perhaps Dunya wasn’t as pure as he thought.

Rather, she was the only one in the hall who showed such a reaction.

Everyone else revealed pure, utter, and complete shock, including those who hated her, wanting to kill her so desperately, mainly Azeem and Layla.

Huda wanted her dead, too, but not as much as the others.

She didn’t have the Will to actually go through with it like they did.

Noor, of course, was the most shocked of those in the hall.

Roya and she weren’t exactly allies, but they worked together most of the time.

Business partners with the same goals, the same man they wanted dead.

So for her to go down just like that—

“PROTECT HER MAJESTY!”

That booming roar coming from one of her strongest guards finally took her, and the rest of the hall, out of their shock.

Many tens of Jinn immediately surrounded Noor, their weapons raised, Aether exploding outward.

THEY WOULD NOT ALLOW—

“Hey.”

The Lady appeared directly before Noor, staring at her eyes, almond against black.

“Why the overreaction?”

Nobody around her moved, not even Noor herself, a Goddamned Mithqal.

“It was only a warning~.”

Those words weren’t addressing them or their leader, however.

“BACK OFF, WENCH…”

They were for Sinbad, who now towered over them, one wing threatening to drop.

“This one’s story is not yet over.”

Threatening to send their guts flying into the wall before they could even blink.

“Sure, sure…”

The Lady shrugged her shoulders in surrender, then ever so calmly and casually, took Roya’s blonde hair and twisted it around Noor’s neck, hanging it on her chest like an oversized and incredibly twisted necklace.

“There you go~.”

She stepped back a little, smiling.

“Don’t drop her, alright? She’s a fragile lady.”

With that, she disappeared, materializing back in her corner, acting as if nothing had happened.

Only then did the hall breathe.

Though it did only that, terrified to speak, not wanting to be next on the chopping block.

Not all of them felt that way, however, as Roya’s camp, now set free from their invisible shackles, roared forward, rushing towards the one who killed their master.

“DIE, YOU OLD BITCH!”

“I’LL KILL YOU!”

“HOW DARE YOU!”

And so on, voices belonging to those too enraged to say anything of substance.

The Lady dodged and NULLIFIED their attacks, not even allowing them to damage the hall.

She’d most likely done that only to score a few points with Sinbad, but in any case, she seemed to be having fun.

“You Southerners are really weak~.”

Too much fun.

Meanwhile, at the front, before the eyes of all, Noor remained stunned, Roya’s head still lying on her chest.

“I…”

She chuckled.

“I’m nothing… even now.”

Her inferiority complex had now expanded to include two more people.

“Nothing at all.”

Sinbad and that Lady, shattering her extremely fragile confidence.

“I wouldn’t kneel before God, huh?”

Noor chuckled a second time and slowly unwrapped Roya’s hair from her neck.

Her guards, who were just stuck looking at her, stepped close, wanting to take the head away, but she ignored them and turned towards Malik, their chained Sultan.

She lowered herself, almost getting into a kneeling position, but suddenly paused.

Before and above Malik, the projection had flickered…

No longer was it just an empty black.

Now it displayed words as well.

Very familiar ones.

{Volume 10: Silent Requiem}

On the morning of their ninth day, which felt more like their ninth decade, joining the obvious trend of ten, they had finally reached the final volume, Malik’s Silent Requiem.

The reveal was almost intentionally timed, as if the Ten Commandment didn’t want to give Noor the honor of kneeling to a man like Malik, a man so far above her in ways she couldn’t even begin to imagine.

Because yes, she was most “UNWORTHY.”

Her guards didn’t want that either, though for completely different reasons.

“Lady Noor, please, we must get out of here.”

“That monster of a woman might attack us again, please.”

“This is for your safety, my Lady! Listen to us!”

They went on and on, begging her to run away.

But she didn’t seem to even hear their drivel.

…Noor was lost.

Unsafe in a world she once thought was her oyster.

She knew very well that if the Lady wished it, and Sinbad allowed it, she’d be dead, no matter where she was in Fam Iblis.

There was no need for her to go anywhere.

And that was only confirmed as the Lady’s words directly reached her ears…

“Oh, how the mighty have fallen.”

Ones that no longer smiled.

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