The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse

Queenie’s fingers gently brushed through Klaus’s hair as she gazed at his sleeping face, now resting peacefully on her lap.

She finally gave in to the allure of his striking features, the handsomeness that made it hard to look away. Klaus, as always, had fallen asleep effortlessly.

It all began when he started forming his cores. Ever since, it was as if a spell had been cast over him, lulling him into slumber whenever he was comfortable.

And comfort, for Klaus, often came in the form of his head resting on a lady’s lap. He didn’t even need a minute before succumbing to sleep.

Unlike many who rested with one eye open, Klaus surrendered entirely. When he drifted asleep, it was almost unsettling to witness.

Considering how vulnerable it made him, one might find it troubling, but Klaus remained unbothered. He trusted that the senior would wake him when in danger.

Though that might incur some karmic debt, it was hardly a concern for him.

Still, something about this would make one find it troubling. But for Queenie, who had always felt shy and guarded around Klaus, this moment felt like an opportunity—an excuse to take him in truly.

Her fingers gently moved a stray strand of hair from his face, her gaze lingering on his features. His closed eyes, sharp jawline, and serene expression captivated her.

“Handsome…” she whispered, her cheeks flushing a soft pink.

A faint sigh escaped her lips…

“Who are you, Klaus? Why can’t I stay focused when you’re near me—or even when I think of you?” Her voice was low, almost trembling, as her hand continued its gentle path through his hair.

This moment, she realized, might be her only chance to get this close to the white-haired bastard resting so peacefully on her lap without looking all flustered.

“You came into my life and gave me more than I could ever ask for, yet whenever I look at you, my heart aches. I hate this feeling—I hate this sense of uneasiness like I’m going to lose you at any moment, like I can’t protect you when you need me like. Like I can’t be there for you in the ways you deserve.

I hate this feeling.”

Her soft blue eyes began to well up as she stared at the sleeping beauty. If Klaus knew he had caused such a breathtaking woman to cry, he would never forgive himself.

Nari, who was far away, listened in on Queenie’s words. But after hearing just a few, she couldn’t bear it anymore. She chose instead to stop listening and watch.

Her hands clutched her pounding heart as she watched her dear sister tear up. She didn’t know what Queenie was going through but somehow hated seeing her so vulnerable. But she doesn’t understand the emotion, for she cannot.

Yes, she had wanted her to experience these feelings, but she had never expected it to be so devastating.

Queenie sobbed softly for a few minutes before a faint smile curved her lips. Leaning down, she let her lips brush against Klaus’s.

She held the kiss for just a few seconds before pulling away, her cheeks flushing a deep red, streaked with the marks of her tears. Naturally, this resulted from stealing a kiss from someone while they were asleep.

She was painfully shy, so this was the only way she could muster the courage. Even then, the act left her utterly flustered.

But like a cruel twist of fate, her moment of tenderness was short-lived.

“What a weirdo. You waited until he was asleep to kiss him.”

Nari appeared out of nowhere, hovering smugly behind Queenie, who immediately wished for two things.

First, for Nari to drop dead in the most excruciating way possible.

Second, for Nari to get hit by a train.

Why did she have to appear now, of all times, to fan the flames of her embarrassment? This was just too humiliating.

“Nari, what are you doing here?” Queenie whispered, using her cultivation base to carry the words without disturbing the sleeping figure. She was careful—too careful—not to wake Klaus.

“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m here to make sure you don’t chicken out tonight,” Nari said, landing gracefully on the ground.

“What do you mean?” Queenie asked, narrowing her eyes. She already suspected Nari was up to no good, but she truly had no idea what nonsense was brewing in her sister’s mind.

“What I mean is, this is your chance to get some. Klaus is right here, asleep in your arms. Don’t let this opportunity slip by.” Discover stories at My Virtual Library Empire

“I’m not going to take advantage of him, you idiot! Do you think I’m that desperate?” Queenie shot back, glaring daggers at Nari.

“LOL, relax!” Nari chuckled, waving her hand dismissively. “I’m not telling you to get into his pants. Calm down, big sister.”

Queenie’s glare intensified. “Whatever you’re thinking, I won’t do it.”

“Tsk,” Nari smirked. “All I’m saying is, why don’t you cuddle with him instead of sending him away? I can see it in your eyes, big sister—you like him, and Klaus likes you too.

“So what’s stopping you? You’re the leader of the Overlords, yes, but you’re also human. You have feelings, don’t you? Don’t let this moment pass without making any progress.

“Klaus might be holding back because he sees you as an Overlord first and foremost. So why not take the lead for once?”

Nari began to rise into the air, her mischievous grin never wavering. She knew Queenie better than anyone else. They had been through too much together for her not understanding her big sister’s guarded heart.

In Nari’s eyes, Klaus was the key to unlocking a side of Queenie that had been buried under years of bloodshed and duty.

Aside from Klaus, no one else was bold—or foolish—enough to match Queenie’s strength or personality.

Nari had appraised countless men, spying on them and analyzing their potential. Not one had come close to fitting the profile.

But Klaus? He was different.

And for that reason, Nari was determined to push her sister toward this chance. Queenie deserved to be more than a sword-wielding berserker warrior; she deserved to be a woman who could feel and love—not just someone who slaughters.

“Just make sure you wear your one-piece sleepwear. We don’t want Klaus waking up to a body covered in clothes.”

Nari vanished from Queenie’s sight, leaving behind a mischievous chuckle. If she stayed any longer, who knew what might happen to her?

Queenie sighed, her gaze dropping to her lap. Her mind raced through countless thoughts, but her heart spoke louder in the end.

“What the hell? If Big Sister were here, she’d be all over him. I might as well take advantage of this moment to make some progress.”

Her cheeks flushed as she said that. After a few deep breaths, she and Klaus disappeared, reappearing in her room. She gently laid Klaus on a rather small bed.

Her face burned as she removed her clothes, slipping into sleepwear that barely covered her chest and nether region.

Her slender legs and shapely figure were on full display.

“I can’t believe I’m following that madwoman’s advice,” she muttered, exhaling sharply before slipping into bed beside Klaus.

Moments later, Klaus’s hand shifted, wrapping around her waist. A small smile appeared on his lips.