Chapter 111: The Queen Who Waited Four Hundred Years

The System finished its Analysis.

A clean status window opened in front of Daemon.

Target Analysis Complete

Name: Morwenna

Title: Queen of Elorian

Race: High Elf

Apparent Age: Early 30s

Actual Age: 600+

Cultivation Stage: Domain Stage

Relationship: Previous-life Soul-Bonded Wife

Late Husband: Daemon Ravorn

Daughter: Zephyra

Daemon stared at the panel in silence.

He was not fully surprised.

Every time he stood near her, something in his chest pulled toward her without permission. The feeling was too natural. Too deep. In the past, he tried to explain it away as respect.

Then as gratitude. Then as strange familiarity from another world. He told himself it was only because she saved him, trained the people around him, and carried herself like a ruler far above ordinary power.

Now the truth was clear.

She was his previous-life wife.

She was already soul-bonded to him.

And she had waited far longer than he could imagine.

His eyes moved back to her cultivation stage.

Domain Stage.

To understand the real gap, he pulled up the Virendal bloodline path again and read each step carefully.

Virendal Bloodline Stages

1. Awakening

2. Manifestation

3. Evolution

4. Authority

5. Domain

6. Sovereignty

7. True Bloodline Immortality

Roxanna was only at the second stage, Manifestation, and she was already terrifying by Earth standards. She had erased werewolves with pure life energy.

Hunters treated her like a miracle. Media treated her like a rising legend. On Earth, SS-Rank was enough to shake cities.

Morwenna was three full stages above that.

Domain Stage.

Daemon’s eyes widened slightly.

No wonder a Domain Stage queen stood so far above him. If he lost control of his bloodline again, she would be able to handle him. Against someone at her level, his uncontrolled Requiem state would not be an unstoppable disaster.

It would be a problem she could restrain. The thought should have calmed him. Instead, it made him respect her even more.

The System spoke again.

Host.

She waited for you for nearly 400 years with love and loyalty.

Give her the love back what she deserves.

Do not treat this bond lightly.

Another line followed right after.

Recommendation: Do not leave her alone.

She endured long years without you.

She carried pain alone.

She raised your daughter.

Daemon lowered his gaze.

"...Yes."

His voice was quiet, but firm.

"I already decided. Even if my previous-life memories are not fully back, I will still pamper her."

He had Memory Capsule 1. He believed part of his past was sealed inside it. Maybe her face. Maybe their shared life. Maybe the moment he left her behind in Virendal.

But even if those memories never returned completely, it did not matter.

He would make new ones with her.

That decision settled in his chest with surprising ease.

Slowly, the larger picture became clear.

He had died in Virendal.

Four hundred years later, he was reborn on Earth with his original soul intact.

He received a new body, a new life, and only broken pieces of the past.

That meant one more truth.

He already had a wife and a daughter in Virendal.

Zephyra.

The same girl who had saved him from Prince Adam when he first arrived in this world. Back then, he only saw a calm and capable princess from the Elorian side. She was careful, sharp, and composed under pressure. She did not panic. She did not talk more than needed. She acted with clean judgment.

He never imagined the connection ran that deep.

A small smile touched his face before he noticed it.

He had a daughter now.

He had always wanted that.

From what he had seen, Zephyra was confident, beautiful, and elegant. She treated others with polite strength. She showed respect without weakness. Brilliant. Steady. Well-raised.

Daemon could see Morwenna’s hand in all of it.

She had raised their daughter alone through all those years without him. While he lived another life on Earth and knew nothing about the truth, she stayed here, ruled a kingdom, and took care of the child they shared. That alone was enough for him to understand what kind of woman she was.

His original reason for coming here returned to him.

He had not come only for answers about the past.

He had come for help.

He needed to learn how to control Requiem.

If he failed again, the same disaster could repeat. His thoughts drifted to Roxanna at once. The image of her burned body flashed through his mind with painful clarity. His own power had hurt her. His expression darkened.

He never wanted that to happen again.

The System had already given him one important assurance.

As long as a woman was truly soul-bonded to him, his bloodline power would not harm her, even if he lost consciousness.

That gave him some relief.

But it was not enough.

Innocent people could still die. Buildings could still fall. Whole streets could still burn. Protection for his wives did not mean the world around them would be safe. If Requiem rose again in the middle of a city, the damage would not stop at one rooftop or one enemy pack. He could not let that version of himself walk free again.

Control was necessary.

Not later.

Now.

Daemon turned his head.

Morwenna was sleeping at the corner of the bed.

Her position looked uncomfortable. One arm was tucked the wrong way, and her shoulder pressed at an awkward angle against the bedding.

For a queen who carried herself with perfect grace while awake, she looked almost lonely like this. The room was quiet. Soft light rested on her hair and the side of her face. Even asleep, there was a quiet strength in her presence.

Daemon moved closer without thinking too hard about it.

He only wanted to adjust her position so she could rest properly.

The moment his hand made contact with her body, her eyes opened.

In the next breath, the world flipped.

Morwenna pushed him down onto the bed with startling speed and precision. Before Daemon could react, she was above him, pinning his shoulders against the mattress. Her long hair fell around both of them like a soft curtain, closing the space between their faces.

Their eyes met at close range.

Daemon’s eyes lit up at once, half surprised and half unable to hide the spark that crossed his face.

Morwenna looked down at him, fully awake. Her breathing was steady, but for a moment her face gave nothing away, and the room went quiet.