It would have been too much to hope that the miasmic water would have sucked the soul right our of King Roth and killed him in an instant. He survived, but his body was badly beaten and bruised. Blood gushed from dozens of open wounds. He was still in his beast form, but he looked exactly like a drowned cat, miserable and pathetic. The form seemed to melt away as if the humiliation of the appearance was too much, or maybe he no longer had the energy to power it. As he reached the shore, he stumbled a bit, landing on one knee.


    He looked up, but not at me. His eyes instead went to the naked women who had been tossed aside earlier. “Help me escape.”


    His words that had once been filled with fierceness and aggression now sounded weak and pathetic. The girls had huddled together, partially hiding their nudity and partially just waiting to see the result of the match. Although they had heard him, they didn’t respond. They just watched him, their feline eyes seemingly seeing everything.


    “What reason have you given them to help you?” I asked. “You’ve done nothing but use and abuse them. They accepted it because they believed that you were infallible. However, you’re not.”


    He gave a weak chuckle. “You? Calling me infallible? That’s rich! You’ve made all kinds of mistakes.”


    “Queen?” She asked.


    He nodded eagerly. “Yes! That’s right. I will marry you! It will be official. You’ll be the official queen of Dioshin!”


    She leaned down, and he raised his hands to embrace her. Just as it looked like they would hug, she spoke.


    “I’m already a queen.”


    She kicked him, and King Roth went flying back into the pond.