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Chapter 332: Rage of the Maid ( 332 ) · Nov 11, 2026

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301 Chapter 301 301: The King Steps In ( 301 ) 2026-11-11
302 Chapter 302 302: Official Decree ( 302 ) 2026-11-11
303 Chapter 303 303: A Broken Hero ( 303 ) 2026-11-11
304 Chapter 304 304: Land of Warriors ( 304 ) 2026-11-11
305 Chapter 305 305: Seeds of Ambition ( 305 ) 2026-11-11
306 Chapter 306 306: Warmth and Worries ( 306 ) 2026-11-11
307 Chapter 307 307: Duel of Wits ( 307 ) 2026-11-11
308 Chapter 308 308: The Joy of Battle ( 308 ) 2026-11-11
309 Chapter 309 309: Unseen Threats ( 309 ) 2026-11-11
310 Chapter 310 310: Instincts of a Leader ( 310 ) 2026-11-11
311 Chapter 311 311: Wealth and Growth ( 311 ) 2026-11-11
312 Chapter 312 312: Gold vs. Paper ( 312 ) 2026-11-11
313 Chapter 313 313: The Value of True Wealth ( 313 ) 2026-11-11
314 Chapter 314 314: Treasures of the Past ( 314 ) 2026-11-11
315 Chapter 315 315: Promises and Memories ( 315 ) 2026-11-11
316 Chapter 316 316: Vows and Bonds ( 316 ) 2026-11-11
317 Chapter 317 317: Desire and Cruelty ( 317 ) 2026-11-11
318 Chapter 318 318: When Play Turns Serious ( 318 ) 2026-11-11
319 Chapter 319 319: The Fearsome Father ( 319 ) 2026-11-11
320 Chapter 320: Dinner Table Politics ( 320 ) 2026-11-11
321 Chapter 321: A Title to Bear ( 321 ) 2026-11-11
322 Chapter 322: The Heirʼs Resolve ( 322 ) 2026-11-11
323 Chapter 323: Inside Her Dream ( 323 ) 2026-11-11
324 Chapter 324: The Devilʼs Bargain ( 324 ) 2026-11-11
325 Chapter 325: Fools and Pawns ( 325 ) 2026-11-11
326 Chapter 326: Truth and Consequences ( 326 ) 2026-11-11
327 Chapter 327: The True Delegation ( 327 ) 2026-11-11
328 Chapter 328: Memories of a King ( 328 ) 2026-11-11
329 Chapter 329: Old Friends and New Feels ( 329 ) 2026-11-11
330 Chapter 330: A Bite of Trouble ( 330 ) 2026-11-11
331 Chapter 331: Maid Duties and Mischief ( 331 ) 2026-11-11
332 Chapter 332: Rage of the Maid ( 332 ) 2026-11-11
333 Chapter 333: Not Your Average Noblewoman ( 333 ) 2026-11-11
334 Chapter 334: Grill, Kill, and Chill ( 334 ) 2026-11-11
335 Chapter 335: Schemes and Strategies ( 335 ) 2026-11-11
336 Chapter 336: Hammers and Laughs ( 336 ) 2026-11-11
337 Chapter 337: A Dwarf, a Wyvern, and a Bottle ( 337 ) 2026-11-11
338 Chapter 338: Cheers and Chaos ( 338 ) 2026-11-11
339 Chapter 339: Speed, Skill, and Sarcasm ( 339 ) 2026-11-11
340 Chapter 340: Rise of the Predator ( 340 ) 2026-11-11
341 Chapter 341: Too Close for Comfort ( 341 ) 2026-11-11
342 Chapter 342: A Hero’s Deception ( 342 ) 2026-11-11
343 Chapter 343: Plans of Deceit ( 343 ) 2026-11-11
344 Chapter 344: Shattered Illusions ( 344 ) 2026-11-11
345 Chapter 345: Chili and Chains ( 345 ) 2026-11-11
346 Chapter 346: Javier’s Grand Scheme ( 346 ) 2026-11-11
347 Chapter 347: The Throne of Nonsense ( 347 ) 2026-11-11
348 Chapter 348: Defiance and Discovery ( 348 ) 2026-11-11
349 Chapter 349: Traditions and Tensions ( 349 ) 2026-11-11
350 Chapter 350: Submission or Sacrifice ( 350 ) 2026-11-11

Chapter 332: Rage of the Maid ( 332 )

Meira held onto Cedricʼs arm, casually strolling through town, enjoying the peaceful moment.

But then—

Her sharp eyes caught something.

A group of bulky men, their faces mostly hidden under cloaks.

But she noticed it—

The strange markings on their skin.

Not tattoos, but something else.

Amazarak warriors…?

Her ears twitched, her body tensed.

And before she could react—

One of them suddenly charged toward Cedric!

No weapons. No blades.

Just a fist crackling with magic.

”Master Cedric!” Meira shouted.

But—

Too late.

The bulky warriorʼs fist slammed straight into Cedricʼs body.

A direct hit.

The impact echoed through the street.

Dust kicked up around them.

The townspeople gasped in shock.

But then—

Silence.

And when the dust settled—

Everyone froze.

Because Cedric…

Was just standing there.

Completely unbothered.

The warriorʼs fist was pressed against Cedricʼs forearm.

But it hadnʼt moved him an inch.

It was casually blocked.

As if the attack was nothing.

The Amazarak warriorʼs face twisted in disbelief.

The other cloaked figures stiffened.

And Meira?

Her eyes gleamed.

”You dare attack my master?!”

Meiraʼs eyes burned with fury.

In a flash—

She launched herself at the Amazarak warrior who had struck Cedric.

The warrior barely had time to react before—

Meiraʼs fist smashed into his gut.

The bulky man gasped, eyes widening in shock.

But Meira wasnʼt done.

She twisted her body, delivering a powerful roundhouse kick straight to his ribs.

CRACK!

The warrior staggered backward, his footing unstable.

Meira grinned, fangs showing.

”You think your fist is powerful?”

The other Amazarak warriors braced themselves.

But Meira just lowered her stance, tail flicking excitedly.

”Do you even know where the strength of us beastkin comes from?”

Her claws extended slightly.

Her muscles tensed.

And in a voice filled with confidence, she declared—

”CLOSE COMBAT!”

She vanished from sight.

And the next second—

BAM!

Meiraʼs fist connected with another Amazarak warrior, sending him tumbling back. Her tail lashed violently, her ears flat against her head in pure rage.

”I know that pattern on your body!”

The warriors stiffened, realizing—she had recognized them.

Meira bared her sharp fangs.

”How dare you lowly Amazarak lay your dirty hands on my MASTER!”

Her aura flared. Her entire focus was locked onto them. Nothing else mattered. Not the gasping townspeople. Not the other guards rushing to the scene. Not even—

”Umm… Meira.”

Cedric tried to call out to her.

But—she didnʼt hear him.

Her eyes glowed with raw fury. Right now—

All she saw was the enemy.

And she was about to tear them apart.

Meira cracked her knuckles, her eyes glowing with pure rage.

She stared down the Amazarak warriors, who now hesitated under her piercing gaze.

”You think you lowly Amazarak warriors can stand against my master?”

Her voice was sharp, cutting through the air like a blade.

”Do you think you are equal to him?”

She took a step forward, and the ground beneath her cracked slightly from the pressure of her aura.

Her tail lashed behind her, a clear sign of her rising aggression.

”You think you can lay your dirty hands on him?”

Her sharp claws extended, her beastkin instincts fully awakened.

Her voice lowered, deadly.

”Your kind—Amazarak—were never supposed to reach the human kingdom.”

She spat on the ground, disgusted.

”I donʼt know how you passed through the Dwarven Kingdom, the Elven Kingdom, or the Beastkin Kingdom…”

Her claws flexed, ready to tear them apart.

”But I do know this—”

The Amazarak warriors tensed, gripping their fists, sensing the killing intent in her words.

”Amazarak people arenʼt welcome in the Beastkin Kingdom.

They arenʼt welcome in the Elven Kingdom.

And they sure as hell—arenʼt welcome here.”

She took another step forward, her eyes burning with certainty.

”I donʼt know how you bribed your way in… or who brought you here into the human kingdom.”

The warriors gritted their teeth, now realizing—they had been exposed.

But before they could react—

Meira smirked coldly.

”But one thing I know for sure.”

Her aura exploded.

The very air grew heavier.

The Amazarak warriorsʼ bodies trembled instinctively.

They werenʼt standing before just a maid.

They were standing before a warrior of the Beastkin race.

And she had already marked them for death.

”Youʼre all going to die here.”

Cedric stood still, arms crossed, watching as Meira effortlessly tore through the Amazarak warriors.

She was faster. Stronger. Ruthless.

Every punch cracked bones.

Every kick sent a warrior flying.

She moved like a beast on the hunt, her sharp claws slicing through the amazarak warrior with deadly precision.

The Amazarak warriors tried to counter, using their famed close-combat techniques—

But they were too slow.

Too predictable.

Meira dodged, weaved, countered—breaking their formation like it was nothing.

The Paladin unit, stationed around the town, started to move in—

But before they could engage—

Cedric raised his hand.

A single signal.

Do not interfere.

The paladins hesitated but obeyed.

Instead—

They repositioned themselves, ensuring the Amazarak warriors couldnʼt escape.

Their duty?

Protect the Armand citizens, the traders, and the visitors.

Among them—

Beastkin merchants. Sightseeing elves. Local human traders.

The entire town watched as Meira dominated the battlefield.

Cedric smirked, his eyes glinting in amusement.

”Heh… Sheʼs really mad this time.”

The Amazarak warriors?

They realized their mistake too late.

They hadnʼt picked a fight with just anyone.

They had angered a beastgirl.

And now—

They were paying the price.

Meanwhile, in Gaze City

Lithia was furious.

Her normally calm, reserved demeanor was gone.

In its place—

A storm of dark mana swirled around her, pulsing with lethal intent.

She stood in the middle of the street, surrounded by Amazarak women warriors, their bodies tense as they faced her.

Her eyes glowed with barely restrained rage.

”You touched my lover with your filthy hands?”

Her voice was cold, each word laced with deadly intent.

The Amazarak warriors gritted their teeth, preparing for combat.

But then—

Lithiaʼs lips curled into a dangerous smirk.

”You donʼt know, do you?”

The air around her grew heavier.

The warriors felt it—their instincts screamed at them.

Something was wrong.

Then, in a voice filled with pure dominance, she declared—

”Heʼs mine.”

And in the next instant—

She attacked.

”Umm... Lithia?”

Marcellus watched as his normally calm and reserved dark elf lover mercilessly pummeled an Amazarak warrior into the ground.

”They didnʼt touch me like that.”

Lithia ignored him completely. Her fist crashed into another Amazarak womanʼs face, sending her flying backward. Without missing a beat, she turned and elbowed another warrior in the ribs.

CRACK!

Marcellus winced.

Ouch… thatʼs gonna hurt.

But Lithia wasnʼt done. Her glowing eyes locked onto the remaining warriors. Her voice was low, seething with frustration.

”They touched my lover hand.”

She punched another warrior.

”I hate it!”

Another punch.

Marcellus just sighed, shaking his head.

Sheʼs not listening to me at all, huh?

His mage unit stood nearby, wisely staying out of it. Some of them even looked sympathetic toward the Amazarak warriors.

Because at this point—Lithia wasnʼt fighting for survival. She was fighting out of pure jealousy.

And the Amazarak? They had no idea what they just walked into.

( End of Chapter )

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