MY MAJESTY, VOLUME 4 - Season 9 Episode 48

“That’s where our history comes to help. Everyone knows that you were the reason why my father was killed. And who is here to support you? You are overconfident to think that I would let you go without you complying to my words,” said King Edison, and he got up from his chair.

“You must be quite desperate to get married,” murmured Helena.

“Guards, take her and put her in the dungeon,” ordered Guilene, eager to see Helena behind the bars. But when one of the guards came to catch hold of Helena’s arms, she was quick to dodge it by swatting the man’s hand away from her.

“Don’t step closer,” warned Helena, her eyes glaring at the guards, and for a moment, they stopped in their tracks.

“What are you doing? Take her from here,” ordered King Edison and he made his way out of the dining room and was followed closely by his mother.

When the two royal family members left the room, the guards slowly approached Helena and one of them said, “Comply with us and it would be better.” The guard went to get hold of her arm once again. But when she stepped back, they realized they would have to drag her from here as she was unwilling.

The Head guard was quick to grab her hair as the Head of the High House was rumoured to be stronger than most women. Helena’s eyes flared, and she quickly elbowed the man’s face while using the back of her hand to slap him right across his face.

From the time she was young, Helena had trained herself to be more efficient and well versed when it came to combat, and the guards who were trying to attack her right now had a death wish.

“Get her!” Another two guards appeared near her, ready to beat her as the King had not mentioned anything about keeping her in the same state.

Helena raised her leg, pivoting with the other leg, while she kicked the closest guard to have him flying across the table and the vessels on the table fell on the ground. “I told you to not touch me and step away. Seems like people here have trouble understanding simple words.”

She sent another guard flying to crash against the wall. One of the guards came behind her, putting his hand around her neck and trying to have her stand still so that the other guards could tie her before being taken to the dungeon. But before that could happen, Helena sunk her nails into the guard’s arm and drew her fingers downwards for the skin on the guard’s arms to scr.a.p.e deeply. The guard yelped in pain and blood started to ooze out from his hand.

Helena punched and kicked one after another, her annoyance increasing, until she had every guard on the floor who g.r.o.a.n.e.d in pain.

When she stepped out of the dining room, a metal rod came close to hit her face but she caught it in her hand. Glaring at the guard and she bent the metal to turn it into a ‘U’ shape. The next second, she pulled out the gun from her uniform, placing it on the guard’s head.

“This is a specialized gun that I got from an old church. One pull and it will blow your brains out of your head. Now step away, unless you want to end up in Hell,” Helena’s words were low, and she stared at the guard who quickly stepped away from her, and once he was a good distance away from her, he was quick to run from there.

Helena made her way to where the King was, one hand of hers clutching the cold gun as she walked in the corridor. The other servants of the castle, who noticed the woman in the maroon dress, were quick to scurry away from there.

Finding the King in his room and in front of the window, Helena placed the trigger behind the back of King Edison’s head.

“Are you going to kill the King? Do you know the possibility of what might happen to you after that?” questioned the man. King Edison turned around and Helena was quick to have the nozzle of her gun placed on his forehead.

“Do you think I actually care about it? Trying to hold the head of the High House as a prisoner is going to have consequences,” said Helena.

“You should be thankful to my family. For taking care of you and your dimwit brother. My father provided you with everything, even education even though you are a girl, opportunity to learn and what did you give him in return? And even after everything, look what we turned you into. A woman holds power like no other,” said Edison, while also being confident that she would not shoot him.

“Step down from the throne and leave it in the hands of the High House to appoint a new King,” ordered Helena.

Edison smiled at Helena’s naivety, and soon Guilene, who had entered the room, placed the gun’s tip behind Helena’s head. “Drop the gun, Helen. It is time to know when you are defeated.”

Helena didn’t care about life or death, and she didn’t drop the gun from her hand.

TISHOO! The sound of the gun was heard in the room, and Helena pulled the trigger at the King and Edison staggered back to fall on the ground. Blood started to cover the ground near the man’s head.

“What did you do?!” Guilene demanded in shock, and she pulled the trigger that only clicked every time she tried to shoot Helena.

Confused, Helena brought her hand to the back of her head and saw no blood. Where was the bullet fired? The former Queen of Cait on seeing her son dead on the ground, was quick to bend down to sit next to her son.

Helena had never planned to shoot him, but on hearing the gunshot, her finger had pulled the trigger out of instinct. She saw the person, who was once her blood relative, lay cold on the ground now.

“Guards! Arrest this woman and send word that this woman has killed the King!” Gueline shouted for the guards to come so that they could arrest Helena.

“You reap what you sow, Guilene,” commented Helena. The pain she had felt when her brother had died, none of the royal members would be able to understand it.

“Guards!” Guilene shouted again.

Helena didn’t move from her place and she stared at the blood oozing from King Edison’s head.She heard footsteps, but it wasn’t of the guards. The footsteps halted right in front of the room.

Her eyes met the blood red eyes of the Devil.

“This should earn you a spot in Hell now,” he said, the smile stretching on his lips.

One would think that Vladimir was speaking to the dead man and the woman who looked livid, while sitting next to the dead body. But while Helena stared at the Devil, her lips twisted in annoyance and couldn’t help but curse under her breath,

“F.u.c.k.”

The gun shot before hers had never taken place and it was Vladimir’s doing so that she would pull the trigger.