The Queen’s Naked Body

In the misty bath, droplets glistened on the empress’s skin like scattered diamonds.
As her long legs stepped forward, ripples spread across the water.
Her wet black hair clung to her snow-white back, droplets trailing from her hairtips—sliding down the curve of her waist, over the full arc of her hips.

Her chest swayed slightly with each step—firm, elastic. Certain things teased through the steam.
A droplet traced her collarbone, flowed over her flat abdomen, and vanished into the shadowed depths below.

Elizabeth remained calm, unashamed, unangry—no hint of modesty.
This was her character.

Black’s breath froze.
He never expected Elizabeth to walk toward him—completely exposed!

If his nose was about to bleed before—seeing her next move made him suck the blood back in.

Elizabeth raised her sword at Black.

!

All romantic thoughts vanished—replaced by sheer panic.

Even though she lifted it gently, he felt—when this blade fell, the heavens and earth would split in two!

This wasn’t fair! In just minutes, Death’s scythe had hovered over his neck three times!

Time to remove the mask!

No holding back. He’d reveal himself—maybe, just maybe, Elizabeth would spare him for his earlier intel.

But as his hand reached for the mask—darkness.

The world plunged into an eerie void.

All light—gone.
All sound—silenced.
Time slowed—nearly frozen.

Black saw nothing. Heard nothing.
It felt like standing at the edge of the universe—beyond life and death.

Luckily, his body was still—but his mind remained.

This was [Thousand Nights’ Dominion · Shadow Prison].

He realized—Loyre had successfully activated her Emperor-Tier Assassin Divine Edict!

In a way—it saved him.

But Black wasn’t optimistic.
Yes, the edict was incredibly powerful.
But against a stronger Emperor-Tier Swordsman?
It might not be enough.

Sure enough—instantly—a sliver of light appeared.

Like the first ray of dawn breaking through night.

It was Elizabeth.
She glowed—radiant, pure—sword qi swirling around her, shattering the darkness.

Time was frozen—yet she moved freely.
The domain had zero effect on her.

Even among Emperor-Tiers—there were differences.

Elizabeth remained calm, as if the domain was just a light switch.

She raised her sword again.
It hummed—its target now shifting from Black to the assassin’s domain itself.

Whoosh!

The blade cut downward—a simple, plain slash.

The white sword qi pierced the darkness—like the first sunbeam splitting night.

Whoosh!

Wind roared.
The bathwater split in half.
The wall between the bathroom and bedroom—cut clean through.

Black thought: If the empress held back, the entire Hodir might’ve been sliced in two.

The darkness shattered.
Light returned.
Freedom restored.

He turned to the bedroom—desperate to know the outcome.

What he saw—ruins.

Jiaye knelt on one knee—clothes torn, covered in knife slashes.

Her silver barrier—gone.
Even an S-rarity item couldn’t withstand an Emperor-Tier Divine Edict.

She spat more blood—left hand clutching her abdomen.

Black looked closer—blood poured from a deep wound, like a dagger had stabbed her.

Yet—she still hadn’t surrendered the Avalon Token.
No pain on her face—only a fierce glare at Loyre.

Truly the protagonist—unbreakable.

In contrast, Loyre’s expression was panicked.

She thought—once the domain activated, she’d be invincible.
Even Elizabeth would need time to break free.

But—a single white sword qi shattered her domain.
Her last trump card—gone.

This was a true Emperor-Tier Swordsman’s power.
And the one who wielded it? Obvious.

A self-mocking smile spread across Loyre’s face.
She laughed at herself—laughed at how all her effort, all her borrowed power, was just a paper tiger.

She had the title of Emperor-Tier Assassin—but was nowhere near the real thing.

This gap—she could never bridge it.

“Ha! Hahaha! HAHAHAHA!”

Ignoring the others, Loyre burst into laughter—filled with despair.

A tear slid down her cheek.

She felt helpless.
Worthless.
An Emperor-Tier Assassin—unable to kill a Level 40 Sorceress.
No match for a true master.

With this strength—how could she avenge her family?
Avenge her dead sister?

But even so—she’d bet her life on killing Elizabeth.
If she failed—at least wound her!

She never planned to survive.

“Elizabeth! The dead have come for revenge!”

Loyre wiped her tears—her dark red hair flying—killing intent blazing.

A feral, desperate rage surged from her—like a dying wolf’s final lunge!

“Fate Annihilation!”

Her Stellar Blade turned crimson—a thick blood scent flooded the area.
Even the bathwater turned red—thick as blood!

[Fate Annihilation] was the Assassin’s ultimate attack—beyond even Divine Edicts.
More destructive than [Shadow Prison].

In a flash—she vanished—faster than light—reappearing behind Elizabeth, stabbing at her heart with pure hatred!

Ultimate killing intent!
Ultimate bloodlust!

In a fair fight—this level of willpower could make her invincible.

But this wasn’t fair.
Their power levels were nowhere close.

Black didn’t see Loyre’s movement—but he knew the outcome.

“Ding!”

A crisp, effortless sound—like crushing a pebble.

At that moment, Black and Jiaye understood—even among peers, there are gaps.