The Villainess Wants To Go Home novel Chapter 74

The mysterious woman had silently stepped into the gigantic throne room stoned with platinum pillars stacked tall in rows. Ancient weapons bolted onto the walls for decoration and two massive thrones laid at the far front of the room, one made of silver platinum and the other in gold. Slowly closing the giant marble door behind her, the mysterious white-haired woman strolled gradually towards them.

No sounds of footsteps or heels hitting against the stone floor echoed the silent grand throne room as if she was a ghost haunting these very halls of the castle. The only sounds that was heard in the uneasy atmosphere was the heavy breathing of the royal guards and the clanking grips of their swords.

The royal rulers sat uncomfortably on their thrones, staring hesitantly at the mysterious woman that was approaching them from afar. Both feeling troubled and confused on what was going on.

Was she an assassin? No, she can't be one. An assassin kills their victim silently not directly in front of eyewitnesses especially a guarded King and Queen. So, who was she and what was her purpose for barging in?

As she came into a view for everyone to see her face became clearly visible to the eye. She was an old lady. The wrinkles forming on her face showed she was around her late 60s. Tall height no bigger then 170cm, a perfect figure under her dress as if she was still young, her long white hair brought out the sapphire eyes that could be seen glowing from afar.

This woman would have been a beauty in her youth years.

The confusion was seen written all over everyone's faces especially the Commander of the guards who stood beside the kings throne, the emperor himself Ambrose and Empress Arabella who glanced to her husband's direction for any replies to this situation. She herself held Ambrose hand tightly, hearing her heart pound in her ears loud and clearly.

Ambrose mouth slit ajar ready to speak to the intruder when he was immediately interrupted by the old woman's sudden voice.

"I'm sorry about that" the old woman spoke; her voice was creaky but if listened closely enough you can hear the faint young feminine voice. "But your pesky workers were being rather sexist and wouldn't even let me in to give me a chance" she stretched her arms out and pulled into a cross against her chest, shaking her head in a defeated sigh. This old woman showed no ounce of courtesy towards the Emperor and Empress who could say one word and she will be dead.

This rendered everyone speechless even the guards that nearly dropped their swords for a slight second.

Ambrose stood up assertively tall with his hands hiding behind his back as his silver eyes glared down at the impolite old lady who dared to barge herself into his castle without his knowledge. The air around him changed into a bitter taste that poisoned the lungs of anyone that breathed it in.

A dangerous aura began to glow around him worrying the queen herself who has never seen this state of him in a very long time before glancing back at the old lady.

She felt her heart stop for a moment, seeing the competing icy blue eyes of the mysterious old lady that stared back without a single reflection of fear in her eyes. She was not fazed or shaken by her husband but stood their with her hands crossed with a bold aura lingering around her.

They were like two alpha wolves from different packs competing for the same territory.

"Who is bold yet so imprudent to enter my palace unannounced then to storm into my hall without a waiver of courtesy" Ambrose spoke, his voice crackled like thunder rattling the room so loudly.

"Do you understand who you are present under?"

The old woman's face was expressionless as she stood there with her hands crossed looking left to right before glancing back at the calm emperor whose silver eyes reflected anger.

"Do I look like a fool to be asked such a question?" she spoke monotonously towards him. "How dare you speak to his emperor with such disrespectful manners!" Arthur growled clenching the grip of his sword tighter.

Ambrose rose a hand midway gesturing the commander of the guards to silence. "Not to be rude your royal highness" she said tilting her head, hands still crossed against her chest.

"But my king is not of Ventus but of Isvand."

'Isvandy' Ambrose thought his aura calming down just by a little. 'What is an Isvandy doing in the kingdom of Ventus'.

People from Isvand were never the people to venture far from their homelands, neither did they like to interact with that rest of the people of Alphyria. Staying in their own homeland away from the rest of the world, they were reserved people minding their own business.

It was quite a rare sight to see one enter his kingdom.

"Your king or not. All rulers must be respected from anyone even foreigners themselves"

"Your right, they do but that isn't written in my law book."

Ambrose rose a thin a dark silver eyebrow at the audacity of this woman. "But to answer your first question from before. My name is Aletheia Smith and I'm the only one in Alphyria who will know the reason to your son's mysterious illness"

The silence was loud.

Ambrose just stared with wide open eyes that could not be shut, like the whole world is crumbling apart around him. He didn't even shake. Her words made him stand there in total paralysis, his heart skipping beats yet thumping in his ears and taking away the sounds around him.

Arabella suddenly jolted up from her throne, the tight feeling in her chest tightened its aching grip on her. Her mind went hazy, and she could not think straight but the fact that her son might be cured. Her body felt like the heavy weight was being lifted from her shoulders and rain was being poured down from the heavens to wash away the grief.

"What did you say?"

"I'm the only one who knows the answer to your sons illness. Give me permission to take a look at him and I promise you that I will answer the question you have been desperate for" her hand flied to her chest, her voice strongly speaking in confidence in her abilities as her icy eyes stared directly into Ambrose shocked silver eyes that doubted every single word.

Arthur was speechless, he wanted to laugh at how fool of an old woman she was. Many had the said the same thing but failed to give it. Furthermore, she is a woman. How is a woman supposed to know when a man who is far more knowledgeable than a woman not know? The guards wanted to laugh as well but with the presence of the king and queen and the subject being about their young prince they dared not to.

"How can I trust the words of you especially an old woman" he hissed.

"Because you have no choice" she answered calmly but her hands were seen clenching into fists beside her. Ambrose was taken back for a second before calming his composure.

Arabella glanced over to her husband waiting for an answer from him, yet his indifferent eyes did not leave the icy cold eyes. The empress could see the glitter of sweat forming in the brows of his knitted eyebrows. The desperate attempted to send her away for saying words for a woman.

Arabella wanted to believe the woman herself but with so many saying the same words but could not keep it had lost her will of believing but deep down she felt like maybe this person might know what is wrong with her dear son Benjamin.

"I will not make a fool out of myself to let a woman in the quarters of my son to heal him"