26 Queen Widow

Letting the former leaders understand his reasoning, Key started to farther discuss the course of action they would take in the following seven days. Very soon, they all ended up losing track of time before they were forced to retire and finish the preparations for new Adapters tomorrow.

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At a place known as the Great Oak Kingdom was a giant oak tree expanding far pass the height of the grass in Green Grass Field. If one could see the whole tree, they would see that the leaves had turned red, orange, yellow, and brown colors as a sign of the season entering autumn.

Its branches where so large and long that its reach seemed to want to cover the whole green pasture around it in its shadow. And surprisingly enough, the leaves that would fall never reached the area known as Green Grass Field, showing where the unique name came to be.

Near the base of the tree trunk was a city of sorts made entirely of strong and hard webbing. This made the city appear white and grey while giving those who came to visit a feel of snow starting to bloom.

There in the center of the webbing city was a grand and lofty castle as trapped giant insects with glowing bodies and bright lights were expended to keep the sighting visible in the area.

In the thone chamber sat a woman that had features to think of a spider. The most striking feature was the tiny six eyes on her forehead that she kept close while leaving the two large eyes opened instead.

She had black hair that was bounded in white threading near the end and would shine even though it was dark in color. The robes she wore was white in nature and had black highlights that made one question if it was made of hair or fur.

Despite the extra tell signs, the woman was enchanting and gorgeous to the eyes. Just sitting in her webbed thone enhance her exquisite and elegant posture. The nobility and gracefulness of her ambition aura made others feel bewitched and wanting to die for her if need be.

This feeling was the uniqueness that came with the individuality of being a Title Adapter. They would have an ambition aura that was unique to them and would affect the surroundings if the willpower was weak.

This woman who could give off a strong and intense inducing aura was Queen Widow. She had her sharp and ruthless eyes directed at a figure that was kneeling in a position of a submission pose if a spider could achieve such a thing.

"You are still a failure I see. A simple task and still you fail. Was failing to evolve into a high being, not enough failure? Or maybe you wish to mate with this Queen before you?" She asked. Horror and fear gripped the spider known as Wicked Mick.

Usually being given a chance to do such a thing with a female, the male creature would be happy to oblige. But what the Queen was suggesting was nothing to be happy to experience. If anything, it was no different than a death sentence.

All were aware of how the Queen treated her 'mate.' Mick wanted to screech that he didn't fail anything but was too afraid to speak out of turn. The real reason for his 'failure' to become a higher being was because he despised specks to his core.

And yet, to climb higher, he needed to become one? He would never accept that type of path laid out in front of him. Instead, he would become a higher being of his own species. In his eyes, he secretly despised the Queen as much as he did the specks.

She had lost all her dignity the moment she accepted her path. If he could ever get the strength to surpass her, he would 'mate' her instead. "Go on failure. Speak why you failed." She finally allowed his side of the story.

"Your Majesty, a strange speck in the plains has stated it can open the Divine Door to other species. My action where in your best interest." He defended. "You don't need to speak any farther. You are truly disappointing. To let a speck lead you around, truly disappointing." She spoke.

The voice was pleasant and enchanting to the ears like a favorite melody being played. The sound was lovely. "Hmm... Snow, explain to the failure why." She commanded.

To the side as if coming from the throne chair's shadow was a smaller spider with white spots. Its appearance didn't have any outstanding features if the white spots were excluded. "Sir Wicked, you don't have proof that the speck can achieve its claim. No claim that it made would suffice for you to lose sight of bringing it before her Majesty. Not even death." Snow explained.

"What do you mean not even death? It claimed it would kill itself if I forced it to leave against its will. Her Majesty's potential can't be jeopardized on a what if. Who has the authority to say otherwise?" He screeched. He didn't know how she knew it wagered its life but Snow was not the Queen, he didn't need to be polite.

"The fact that it blackmailed you shows it never had the intention to give this information away. Therefore, since it decided to rebel, you should have killed it on the spot to set an example for those who wish to rebel against her Majesty. Simply put, you are a failure." She said with no change in tone.

Hearing explanation filled Wicked Mick's eyes with rage. Had he been played around by a speck? Unforgivable!

Wicked Mick quickly stood up in his rage. He was going to pay that speck a visit right now! "You dare!" Snow bellowed. It was the first outburst she made since explaining earlier.

Hearing the sudden aggressive sound, Wicked Mick glared at the small spider to repute it but froze instead. Wasn't he still before the Queen? With a peak, he saw from the corner of his eyes that the Queen was glaring ruthless at him.

He silently swore, if he survived the Queen's vicious punishment, he would surely kill that speck nice and slow.