Chapter 7  Kingdom of irem. part 3(Ch 39)

Twenty-five days later




 




Queen Dunya succumbed to her death on her own chair.




In front of her was a large rectangular table, surrounded by many followers. Ministers. Elders. the remaining leaders of its armies. Palace witches. Knights. Soldiers. Servants. They all looked at her in pain.




The queen became completely different from her usual form, as her eyes became protruding, and they were surrounded by intense blackness. Her cheekbones protruding like daggers, her silver hair turned white with white streaks, and her skin as dry as tree bark.




 




The Queen was on the verge of death from horrors and news, but the palace healer made her regain some of her strength.




And their queen stared at them with empty eyes. 




She blamed herself for what they had become, and they blamed themselves for what she had become. And they remained silent.




The Queen moved her eyes to the large map above the table. It was seen above the map. Small black stones, and those stones were placed on every city in the kingdom.




 Those stones meant that the city had fallen into the hands of the enemies.




Queen Dunya did not care about that, and looked at their tails, thinking whether to cut their tails or not. That didn't make any sense, however. She couldn't help but think of this thing Without reason.




At that moment, Mikur thrust his sword into the table and shouted:




"The blame is on me. If I were good, we wouldn't be where we are now."




 She raised her eyes to him and said in a voice lacking energy: 




-"We all know who Commander Mikur is . You are our most powerful commander, and you have never lost a battle, even that  Russo    could not defeat you. So don't make yourself a scapegoat."




Mikur replied :




-"I've never lost a battle, but war is different. It needs deception and planning... and I'm not good at that."




"You seem to have said the answer yourself  . When my husband was alive, you didn't lose. Now we're losing because of me."




Mikur hit his hand on the table so hard that it cracked. He said angrily:




"I never meant that! The blame is on me for everything, Your Majesty!"




'Do you want to hit me , Mikur? '




-"  Majesty?!". Mikur shouted , staring at his queen with wide eyes. As if he couldn't believe what he heard.




'Don't you all look at me like that, isn't that the natural thing to do?' Indeed, Mikur . You must break my neck to bring disgrace to the kingdom of irem , for I have been a miserable queen who has cast her people into the abyss, and I desire you to do so, dear friend of my husband and my loyal knight. ." The Queen smiled and accepted her fate.




But this request was nothing to be proud of. Mikur's face distorted with anger, his veins bulging out as he said:




-"Are you asking the person, who swore to change his life for the king, to kill his queen with his own hands?!"




The Queen gave him affection. She knew he loved her, not for his queen but for a man's love for a woman, but he never told her that, and she hated it. She could not say or do like other women. She was a queen and she should act like one.




 




But. As a woman she wanted to feel wanted. She wanted him to tell her that he loved her. She wanted to pull her from her arms and sweep her into his arms.




 




Perhaps he would whisper obscene words in her ear, which was unforgivable, and would make her angry. You will slap him several times until you bleed him. However, you will be happy. in its depths. who did it.




 




It will make her angry like a woman angered by a man. He treated her like a woman A man deals with a woman of flesh and blood, not a venerable queen...a queen of stone. She wanted a man to lean on. A man shedding tears in his warm embrace, and complaining to him of burdens and worries, which crush her soul. 




The sad thing for her is that no one treated her like a woman. No one even flirted with her beauty.




 She loved her husband. But. Her husband died long ago. Doesn't she deserve to have some happiness in her miserable, damned life, before she disappears from this world?




She wanted to tell all this to her little prince, but the prince asked her to marry for the sake of the country.




 




The Queen has felt, in that Prince. He knows exactly what's burning in her chest, that's why. Perhaps he asked her to marry for the sake of the country. As long as her young son could read some of her thoughts. The Queen sighed, feeling overwhelmed by these thoughts, which didn't matter anymore.




 She said:




"Then. Do you want your dear queen to be a slave to be tampered with by her masters? You know what happens to slaves."




Mikur closed his eyes, imagining his queen being dragged by chains, lashed undressed. He could not stand those thoughts. The queen shivered when she saw tears welling up in Mikur 's eyes as he said:




"It won't happen while I'm alive!" He grabbed his sword from the table and continued:




"This is too late, but there is a traitor among us!!"




 The swords clinked as everyone rose with their swords raised.




Mikur looked like a man of thirty years old, with black hair reaching just below his shoulders, dark brown eyes, tall, muscular and wheatish-skinned, with a yellow tiger's tail, and clad in rusty iron armour. He wasn't quite as pretty as the Queen, but he was generally handsome. 




Everyone adores him for his strength, his humility, and his honour, like a sword. No one dared to mock his iron armor.




 He was a seasoned fighter. If he spoke, everyone was silent.




 His famous word was




] Armors are made for fighting, not for a dance party [




The queen said , placing her hands on the table.




"It doesn't matter anymore..."




 




The counselor who was sitting next to her said:




"How do you say that, Your Majesty. It's not..." The Queen County said:




" I'm fed up with everything. I don't care about anything anymore." 




 




 The old palace healer said:




-"I know him..he's standing with us now!". Silence prevailed in the place. The old palace healer continued:




"Either he is clever, or he is just an idiot...but I see something familiar with my old eyes."




 




The eyes of the old palace wizard, glowing with rainbow colors, was due to his use of a high-powered magic spell, allowing him to see illusions, reveal invisibility magic, and many more. That spell was...




-]"Magic eye..[ what a cunning old man!" The owner of those words got up, smiled a foul smile, and raised his sword. And in a fleeting moment, he jumped over the table, targeting the Queen. 




 The man disappeared in the blink of an eye, and one of the walls exploded. Chandeliers shook from the explosion. They all stared and found the man glued to the wall. Nobody understood anything, but the old wizard's words answered everything




.




" Helmy. What a senile old man.. Did you think that I would make you hurt the queen? What a miserable one. Ah.. Helmy must have died, and you took shape.."




 




 Helmy laughed in a voice that sounded like the sound of corroding musical instruments. And he continued saying in that voice:




"You exposed me, you scum!" His body began to change and swell like a genie coming out of his lamp. Until it became the size of four men. His entire body seemed like dancing black flames as his body was wriggling and undulating nonstop, his eyes were like two embers, and he had long claws sharp like knives. 




 




- "Oh




!" Everyone cried out. The beast's frightened smile widened.




-"The fear you feel is normal, but. Don't worry, my mission is over, and I must exterminate you all!!"




- "Hahahahaha !" Everyone burst out laughing in response to those words.




"Fear? Are we afraid of you? I've heard strange, wondrous things. In all my long life, but. This is the strangest thing I've ever heard." Thus said the old palace healer, caressing his long white beard, and continued:




"What do you think, Mirren ?"




The girl was standing next to him. She wore a violet cloak that covered her whole body, and only her childish face and glowing green eyes could be seen. She answered calmly:




"That's right, Master. But, if he had appeared earlier, we could have conducted many experiments on his body. Unfortunately, he has appeared now and our country is over."




 




 Everyone burst out laughing in response. Like she told a joke.




The beast stared at them in confusion and said:




" Are you not afraid or even worried about yourselves!" 




 




-"Why? This is the reality of the cursed world we are in. The strong crushes the weak, but fear is known only to our women. They are emotional and afraid to fight." Thus answered Mikur , his eyes sparkling . 




"We are not afraid to fight, Mister Mikur . But... our men are crazy!" So said Mirren , rubbing her lips in displeasure.




Everyone turned to him. Even Satan himself did it.




And her old teacher said, caressing his beard:




" Then, do you want to fight him? That would be a good exercise for you." 




"No. Thank you. I'll leave this to our madmen."




- "Fa ha ha ha!!!!!". Everyone burst out laughing again from the bottoms of their hearts.




"All of you have lost your minds from the horror of what has befallen you!!".




"Do you think so, Satan?"




"Yes, miserable queen, look at what fear and terror have done to you!"




-"You understand nothing, it is not fear that has done me, but I will tell you before you go back to Hell. Honor , pride , covenant , ambition, Dignity and love. All these I embody, I bear, I am a queen who carries a kingdom on her shoulders. Country - people - followers - dreams - the future of the country. All this. My great ancestors passed it on to me.To preserve the reign of the great King irem.who united the race of Telles ,and built the kingdom of irem to protect his people from slavery.  




 




 And now. This kingdom ended in my reign. I have brought shame and disgrace to my people and shattered the pride and dreams of the great irem , and the kings after him...and the dreams of my husband. That is why I could not bear this huge amount of pressure and misfortune. I am not of stone. As for death.. I do not fear it. That is why I asked Mikur to cut off my head. Do you know the amount of shame and disgrace for a people whose queen has become a slave.. No. I don't think you understand being a king!"




 




"I don't know what you're talking about, old woman !"




Mikur said , placing his sword on his shoulder:




" Your Majesty, don't talk to these people. They only understand the language of blood..." 




"How did you know there was a spy, you scum?!" Mikur replied sarcastically:




-"What a foolish demon... how could you ask me such a question." Satan roared: 




"Tell me, you scum!" Mikur did not want to waste time. But the Queen asked him to answer. That's why it happens:




-"Our Queen is tender, sensitive, hates conflicts and wars and does not tolerate them. You see her condition now, and she sees herself as incompetent. But... I disagree with her. The plans she gives me were terrifying as if she were the late king."




 




However, the plans were revealed very quickly. And the enemies trap us every time. The battles seemed strange to me, I suspected that there was a spy. I doubted everyone, but I couldn't prove anything."




The Chancellor stood before the devil, and stared at him with cold eyes. The scene was comical, or perhaps even horrifying, as the chancellor was nimble and short against the sheer enormity of the beast. The beast was baring its fangs with a smile that struck fear into the souls. Only the counselor was looking at him.




 




 As if he was looking at a mouse and said: 




-" I haven't seen the Gerol demon for a very long time. But, I have a question for you little boy, are you the reason why the king died a hundred years ago?" 




 




Those words made all eyes light up like monsters on a dark night.




"Yes, I killed him, old man."




- "Really.. Thank you very much for the answer." The chancellor threw a punch in the belly of Satan. He watched the Devil Punch approaching, and laughed at the old man's insignificance. Perhaps the punch was fast, but for the demon it was slow, would he stick his claws into the old man's throat? Or he might make him punch him, see a look of despair, and then rip his head off. During these thoughts. The counselor smiled at the devil.




 




 The counselor's hand disappeared. For a moment Satan did not understand what had happened, but he began to feel pain in his intestines. He only realized that he had smashed the wall by hitting it.




The counselor looked at his glowing fist and said:




 Aging is really annoying.




Aaaaaaaaaaaa!!!. Screaming erupted. How can this monster fly because of a punch!. Everyone thought of these words. Even Satan himself thought of it.




 




 The demon was about to get up to find Mikur in front of him, and he waved his sword forcefully. The sword pierced the demon's right eye and the side of his head. The devil cried in applause. And he hit his claws at Mikur. However, the latter avoided her and jumped back, away brilliantly, and said:




"Do not expect us to fight justly with you, for you did not fight justly with us. "




- "You filth." The demon roared, his body turning into smoke. The old magician hit the heel of his stick in the ground, and in response the magicians raised their hands, and muttered words. To appear a white circle under the devil. From that circle, dozens of luminous white strings spurted out and turned around the demon.




Satan groaned in pain. The demon's body began to smoke.




-"Chains of Light. Demons' weak point. Not bad, you've thought about that."




The counselor said:




-"You lack intelligence. You have been watching us for many years. You should have known that we are not weak. Well, I wanted to ask you who sent you. But. It doesn't matter anymore. We must decide, whether to run away with the Queen or to sta."




 




 And we fight to the death, of course, after killing you, Satan." 




"You're killing me. A follower of the The great teacher !" 




" The great teacher? So, this is the cowardly master who sent this mouse to us.. Well, I admit he killed us."




 




"Old sorcerer, how dare you insult my great master!! "




 The old healer sighed and said:




" Do you think you are a big thing? You are nothing but a little mouse, and your master seems so afraid of us, why else would he send a spy?" And he stood before the devil, who was roaring, trying to evade the chains. The old wizard continued, with eyes burning like fire: 




"Don't underestimate me, you scum!" He folded the fingers of his hands into a fist, so that the chains around the devil pulled him down quickly, smashing the ground under his knees, as he snarled.




  The old healer continued:




-"I have killed hundreds of people like you in a moment, for there is no one in this world who does not know the wizard of irem , this title given to me by my master, friend and comrade irem himself. It is not from air. However, magic is not absolute, and it cannot achieve the impossible." He looked at the ceiling sadly. He looked back at Satan with a distorted face from the intensity of anger and said:




 




"I knew the young king would die if he went to that meeting. And he..."




 The old man sighed and continued:




-"It doesn't matter, but.. the young king died of a truly wondrous illness, the king who was a mirror image of irem himself died.




I sensed that there was something strange in the castle, something dark and familiar, and I searched for you, you motherfucker, every inch of the castle, but to no avail. Your ghostly ability is annoying to me. 




 




But, as if God had mercy on me, he sent the little prince, who became another version of irem ...but like his father. He will die within two days at the most!!




 But. before this kingdom ends. We will take our revenge for our king and our prince!!! .




For irem!!!!!!!! The old man screamed like a beast wracked with pain. A shriek that shook the entire castle exploded.




- "For the sake of AAAAAAAAA irem!!!!!! ". Everyone present shouted, tears falling from their eyes, and leapt over the demon like ferocious beasts. Soldiers. Knights. leaders. Ministers. he wrote. couriers. Servants. They tore the beast in front of them like madmen. Even magicians leapt into the air, raining spells on the devil, even the old magician and his apprentice, shedding spells like rain shedding tears.




 




Satan became minced meat in seconds, and everyone present was stained with blood. The Queen stood before what was left of the demon, a head and shoulders, and took the sword from Mikur. I waved the sword coldly. The demon's head, which grew even more miserable from its disfigurement, rolled.




 




At that moment, the gate opened. One of the soldiers entered, crying:




"They are here. They have surrounded the castle, Your Majesty!"




Well done, loyal soldier. said the Queen, with pride. She walked to the door and said:




 




- "I will not flee or seek death with enemies before me. In front of my house. If I were to die, it would not be in combat. Lest it be said, that the last king of irem fled from his enemies by killing himself."




 




 All present followed her without an iota of sadness or pain. Their faces radiated strength like valiant warriors. Going to their glory.




 




 




 




 




 










 

Chapter end