The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse

Chapter 936: Odyssey Of The Hated One (4)

[Magnus Mansion – Garden – Magnus Wives and Mother – Two Days Before The Awakening]

Magnus’ mother sat quietly in the garden, looking worried.

She had gone through all the connections she had in the elder court and high guilds to get her son a chance to be taken into their ranks, allowing him to fight alongside brothers in arms, even if it were just temporarily. But no matter what she did or how hard she tried, no one even bothered to let her make her case.

It was like her status as a queen didn’t matter to them. Their hatred for Magnus and who he is couldn’t be wiped away even after a whole queen went on her knees to beg them.

This left her frustrated to the point that she just couldn’t hold back her emotions anymore.

She came to the garden to cry those tears away, but halfway through, all five wives of her son arrived, each rushing to her side.

“Mother, why are you crying?” Clara asked, wiping the tears from her eyes. They’d on occasion seen her cry whenever her son was ridiculed and riddled with insults.

She tried to cover up, but as ladies who wanted what was best for their man, they knew he would die many times over just to see his mom happy, so they tended to give her attention just as much as they did for him.

Seeing her sad was akin to seeing Magnus sad.

“Stop crying, Mother. We are here, and no matter what, we will never let the vision come to pass,” Ria said, holding Queen Isolde’s hands.

“She is correct, Mother. I am done with the God Killing Arrows. No matter the threat, even if three realms are about me, I will be able to kill it, so don’t worry about that vision.” Dahlia, in her own way, assured the mother of her husband.

“Listen to them, Mother. We have all been trained ten times more intensely than we ever did in our entire lives just to make sure that vision didn’t come to pass. We are strong now, Mother,” Lene said, rubbing her palm on her back.

“You said it yourself, Mother, not all visions come to pass. This time, we have prepared well and will make sure this one is one of those that couldn’t come true,” Evelyne added with a touch of certainty.

As the first wife and the strongest among her sisters, whenever she spoke, all of them knew she meant it.

She was committed to ensuring that everything that made her man and her sisters happy was fulfilled, so she made sure her mother-in-law understood that.

Of course, her words and those of her sisters made some sense, and that alone was enough to bring some light into the world of their mother-in-law.

She looked at all of them and smiled…

“I am grateful that you five came into his life. Magnus is happy now, and that alone is all I could ask for. But I want you all to make me a promise.

When it comes to it, and there is no other way, you will be sure to hold him back because we both know there is only one way to prevent the vision.

Promise me you will do that.”

The five ladies nodded, though in their hearts, they still didn’t want to follow through with the plan. But deep down, they knew what she said was indeed the only way if the worst they feared came to pass.

The only question now was whether her plan would yield the result they wanted.

Of course, for now, they wanted to make sure their mother-in-law was all right, so they spent the rest of the afternoon with her.

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[Dahlia’s Workstation – The Five Wives’ POV – Two Days Before The Awakening]

All five ladies found themselves in Dahlia’s workstation after she invited them to spend the afternoon with her and see what she had made for them.

Upon arrival, she handed each of them a weapon.

She handed a rectangular box that opens on both sides to Evelyne, the first wife. Once opened, 100 compartments will be revealed, each housing a thin blade.

“These blades have been crafted using the bones of a 14-legged Demon Spider and coated in 14 dangerous poisons.

Just one cut from it is enough to kill even an Ascension stage warrior. Now, imagine driving it through their heart. A stage above the Ascension stage will even succumb.”

She turned to Lene and handed her a spear made from the same material. “It won’t be your main weapon because it was meant to be your killing weapon. Be sure to use it at the right time.”

Ria was third. “You don’t use weapons, so I made you a spray. You don’t have to get close. Just spray it and use your flame to carry the toxin to your targets. That will be enough to give you an edge.”

“As for you, Clara, I know aside from Magnus, you love your sword more than anything, so I made you a scabbard. Just slide your sword in now, and by tomorrow, you will have a poison blade that remains potent for 24 hours.”

All four sisters looked at Dahlia and each gave her a nod of approval.

“I knew you were special from the day Magnus brought you home. Now, I’m happy I didn’t secretly take you out on a hunting trip and make you disappear,” Evelyne said, making Dahlia smirk.

She was the fifth wife and had only joined the harem five years ago.

But just like the rest of her sisters, she loved Magnus, so she quickly adapted and started making sure whatever made Magnus happy was protected, which included her sisters.

They were happy to accept what she had made for them.

On the shelf were neatly lined 200 two-meter-long arrows, each crafted with care and refined using poison and runes.

That made each weapon deadly, and they could see that. They could sense the danger coming from each, and as warriors, they knew just one of the arrows could kill them many times over.

These brought them some form of security, knowing that when it was at its worst, there were 200 arrows capable of tilting the odds in their favour.

“But would this be enough?” Lene asked, holding the spear in her hands. “You all can see how worried Mother-in-law has become over the past few days. Would our preparations and these weapons be enough?”

Her sisters each sighed in their hearts.

If they were being truthful, then the answer was no. It wasn’t enough, and while they all didn’t want to say it, they knew they had to do something more.

In the end, they didn’t want to regret it, so while they could hold themselves back and resolve partially to the fact that they were happy now and had made adequate preparations, they also knew things weren’t as calm as they expected them to be.

But moments like that are what made them human. They weren’t gods and could not defy fate. So they knew they could only do so much, and that alone was enough to show their conviction.

Fate is a sneaky little bastard, perhaps a bitch, but in the grand scheme of things, it is what makes everything resolve to its destiny…it makes everyone resolve to their destinies.