Pirate Kingship

Deep, sculptured features, emerald eye shadow, rose-colored lips, every smile and frown carried an intoxicating allure and magic.

Wearing only a thin silk chemise, her slender waist accentuated the turbulent waves.

Beneath the semi-transparent dress, her thighs were full and round, calves straight and long, her bare toes painted black shimmering snow-white, purer than the crescent moon.

The [Radiant Queen] has ruled this ancient empire for over three hundred years, also holding the title of the world’s foremost beauty firmly for three hundred years, with no one able to shake it!

Evidently, apart from her already supremely beautiful body, the empire’s power added greatly to her charm.

In fact, just like The Holy Silver Empire, which is neither holy nor silver nor an empire, although the Desert Empire retains most of its culture and beliefs, its upper echelon has long been replaced by immigrants from the Old Continent.

Cleopatra VII boasts the bloodline of a standard Ancient Silver Empire great noble.

If tracing the lineage upward, Grandma Byron from Catherine of Valois’s branch might even have a distant blood relation with her.

The Old Continent has always been like this, summed up in one phrase... family feuds.

"Your Majesty, your beauty shines like the sun."

Standing in front of the mirror, the Radiant Queen’s chemise slipped down, her skin snowy and radiant.

The maids, who had seen this countless times, were momentarily lost before coming back to their senses, draping her in a meticulously crafted gown and adorning her with various jewels.

Even the [First Beauty of the Channel Islands], Elizabeth Woodville, possessed the power to instigate wars and dynasty changes like the beauty Helen.

There’s no need to mention the world’s foremost beauty.

With mere beauty, she could ensnare countless male pseudo-gods to serve her.

But this [Papyrus River Flower Snake], Cleopatra VII, reached her current position not solely relying on her earth-shattering beauty.

Reaching out to take the half-gold cat mask the maid handed over, she wore it to cover the world’s foremost beautiful visage.

Her aura suddenly changed.

Emitting an overwhelming drive, her stunning blue eyes filled only with a lust for power, an aloof gaze that regarded everything else as mere weeds.

While others see stars and seas, she sees a perilous path through swords and flames!

The door opened, outside the old Pharaoh King, wearing a golden crown, had been waiting for a long time.

Seeing her appear, a hint of unmasked amazement surfaced on his age-spotted face.

"Queen, the guests may have been waiting impatiently; let us go."

Saying so, he stepped forward intending to take her arm, to attend the banquet welcoming various schools.

Why was Cleopatra VII titled [Radiant Queen] and not female Pharaoh or Empress?

Because she was a married woman.

Over three hundred years ago, she consecutively married two younger brothers, Ptolemy XIII and Ptolemy XIV.

Ptolemy XIII lacked aptitude, despite inheriting their father’s pseudo-god divine blood, he stagnated at the Fourth Order mythical creature, desperate to breakthrough, lost control and fell, ultimately slain by the Radiant Queen herself.

Ptolemy XIV had better aptitude, but lacked academic prowess, unable to make the critical step to become a Fifth Order upper-level wizard and achieve immortality.

Now he is too old, his life nearing its end.

Standing with the stunning Radiant Queen, they seemed more like grandfather and granddaughter than siblings.

Yet, as Pharaoh King Ptolemy XIV approached, the Radiant Queen raised her hand, avoiding his hand, her cold gaze swept over him, causing him to immediately shrink back.

The old face filled with bitterness:

"My sister, you remain unchanged, even after three hundred years.

Not even willing to keep up appearances with me to continue the Ptolemaic Dynasty’s bloodline, even publicly?"

The Radiant Queen dismissed his oft-repeated query, proceeding outside on her own.

This sibling and spouse relationship was clearly far less harmonious than Byron and Catherine.

Or rather, in the Radiant Queen’s view, both brothers were merely tools to uphold her rule, devoid of even the fundamental familial affection.

The position of Pharaoh needed to be filled, so someone was placed there, nothing more.

She didn’t marry two brothers, she married the royal iron of this country.

Silently, the pharaoh king duo, not even pretending surface harmony, arrived at the palace where the banquet was held, when suddenly a roar echoed within:

"Thief, seize her!"

Then a figure, appearing as an ordinary maid, shot out from the palace with incredible speed, intending to flee thousands of miles away.

Behind her, the closest [Wolf Grandmother] Britney, pinched her right hand into a wolf’s head shape, aiming the wolf’s eyes at her back.

Lowly muttering: "Swallow!"

In the next second, a mountain-sized transparent wolf’s head emerged from the underground, devouring the target along with the vast stretch of flagstone tiles in front of the palace.

Crunch!

Divine arts [Fenrir’s Giant Devouring Mouth].