The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation (Valeria) novel Chapter 443

NARRATOR

"Sir, our family has been protecting the Realm for generations!" Baltazar shouted, overcoming his initial fear and replacing it with genuine outrage.

"My son was only defending a poor elemental girl from this witch’s attack!" He pointed at Katherine but took several steps back at the roar of the powerful lycan guarding the woman.

"You see?! They are savages, murderers! Who knows how many elemental lives they’ve ended in their duchy? I was deceived! How many elemental men and women have they abused?!"

"THAT IS A LIE!" Katherine couldn't endure so much falsehood any longer.

She pleaded with Elliot to change, but Vorath was stubborn. No one would imprison him while she was in danger.

"Everyone, calm down, please." Suddenly, amidst the chaos, Sigrid’s soft yet firm voice rang out.

Standing beside Silas as his equal, her aura was equally powerful. It was hard not to respect her.

"Tell me what happened. We will hold a trial here and now, and the guilty will be punished..."

"But..."

"But nothing, Lord Regent of the Elemental Realm!" The Selenia cut him off, her she-wolf fangs in full view. If he dared to insult her people again, she might just forget about protocol and end him herself.

The murderous aura at her back stirred, the dark mantle surrounding her.

Silas was losing his composure, on the verge of tearing someone apart.

Baltazar wisely swallowed his tongue.

"Then, ladies first. Tell me, Duchess of Everhart, I wish to hear your version." He turned toward the woman, who managed to step out from behind the fierce lycan’s back.

Katherine felt a bit nervous facing the powerful Selenia. She had only heard stories about them, and none were particularly favorable.

However, those gray eyes inspired both confidence and respect. The dark-haired woman radiated magic full of light.

Katherine began to recount her testimony, everything she saw, and the misunderstandings that followed.

"It’s true that we are supernatural beings, but we have never harmed the elementals. We only try to survive in a society that deeply hates us," she said to Sigrid directly, without blinking.

The towering presence constantly behind her stared at everyone defiantly. No one would harm his woman.

"I believe you," Sigrid said.

This sorceress was telling the truth. Besides, there was something about her, a sensation too familiar.

"She is a descendant of Drusilla," Silas spoke in her mind, confirming her suspicions.

Sigrid was momentarily stunned. What kind of coincidence was this?

"Don't believe her, it's a lie! That damn witch... mmmmnn...!"

Suddenly, the sharp cry was silenced. Maxwell felt searing pain as his lips began to sew themselves shut—out of nowhere.

He tried to speak, but it was useless.

Panic gripped his soul as he realized black, magical stitches were sealing his mouth.

"Maxwell!" Baltazar rushed to his aid, watching thick drops of blood spill from the wounds in the sensitive flesh.

"Too noisy. Silas, let's end this matter." Sigrid was done with all these lies.

A terrified scream tore through her throat.

"Don't let the guards take me! He’s going to kill me like he did our child...! Aahhh, our child, my child!" she shrieked hysterically, realizing something crucial.

Her desperate hands clawed at the fabric covering her stomach, ripping it in a frantic attempt to reach her belly.

Between gasping sobs, she confessed—she was the Regent’s son’s lover.

He had promised her so many things, and like a fool, she believed him.

She had come to tell him she was pregnant. The man panicked and shot her in cold blood.

"Don’t lie! Don’t be afraid of their powers, tell the truth! My son saved you from that witch’s attack!" Baltazar stepped forward, trying to coerce her, bribe her with his words.

"As Regent, I will grant you every benefit if you expose a violent supernatural! His Majesty will not allow..."

His words and accusations froze in his chest, unable to rise past his throat.

A thin red line started forming on his neck, expanding more and more.

"Enough." Silas’s cold voice rang out, quiet yet deadly, in the garden clearing.

He barely moved his fingers, didn’t even raise his hand much, despite being several meters away from the elemental.

Now, Baltazar tried to speak between strangled gasps.

Blood cascaded down from his severed throat.