Transmigrated As A Beautiful Cannon Fodder Omega To Marry An Evil God Alpha In Place of Another - Chapter 12

The Kingdom of Men on the Plains of the Wind.

A towering, majestic castle stood behind a dried-up, winding riverbed, the red Ten Way flags fluttering in the scorching wind. Even at night, the blistering heat showed no mercy. The ground vegetation was nearly all dead, save for a few stubborn weeds clinging to life by their roots deep in the earth.

A reptile crawled across the cracked ground, its large eyes rolling before it darted into the darkness. Under the cover of shadows, a dark figure slipped through a side gate. A servant waiting at the entrance peeked out cautiously before quickly bolting the door.

“Her Royal Highness the Queen, why have you only just arrived?”

A man pulled the cloaked figure into his arms. The hood fell back, revealing the Queen’s face. She pushed him away instantly. “Count Laplace, please conduct yourself with dignity.”

“Fine, fine, my sweetest darling is angry.” The man gave a self-assured, oily wink, stroking his waxed mustache. Despite his relatively young face, he appeared greasy and calculated. “Calm down. If the most beautiful Queen Margery in the world grows wrinkles from anger, I shall surely be struck by lightning.”

“And don’t call me Queen.” Margery sat on the bed, crossing her legs.

Count Laplace immediately knelt, cradling her feet and gently stroking her calves, which were wrapped in white glass silk stockings. “What is this, beautiful lady? Why are you wearing a style popular outside the palace? Isn’t this what the women in places of pleasure wear to attract customers?”

“Go to hell.” Margery kicked his hand away. Though she feigned anger, her eyes were smiling and flirtatious. “I am a noblewoman from the banks of the Rhine, fashion flows in my blood.”

She rolled onto the bed, and as expected, the eager Count Laplace pressed down upon her. Margery pressed her hand against his face, her scarlet nails resting right against his eyes. “You greedy thing. Aren’t you flirting with Bai Rui? Why do you claim to be devoted to me?”

“Bai Rui…” the Count paused. “How can that Omega with a defective gland compare to a woman as soulful as you? He once asked me to take him away from the palace, but I refused.”

“When?” Margery asked urgently.

The Count shifted his face, playfully biting Margery’s finger. “He asked several times, but I always said no. The last time was… a few months ago.”

“That’s not right.” Margery frowned. “A few days ago, when that old man told him to take my son’s place in the expedition, he was quite difficult to deal with. He almost escaped. And even though it’s still him, he looks different… more beau… no, more seductive.”

She gritted her teeth in anger. “That eyesore of a boy stole my son’s fief. Just like his lowly mother, he’s never seen money and is so greedy. I will make sure Bai Rui dies.”

“Calm down, Bai Rui will die,” Laplace soothed, his hands wandering. “He is infatuated with me and even confessed his feelings. This is all to our advantage. I will help you send him to join his servant mother in death.”

Margery’s face flushed. “Who is prettier, him or me?”

“You, you, you. Once that old man dies, everything will be ours.”

“No, it will be my son’s. This country, the entire Wind Plain, belongs to my son. I won’t allow that stumbling block to stand in his way!” Margery snarled. “I spent so much effort, yet that lowly woman still got ahead of me. Her son took the position of First Prince, while my brave, matchless baby is forced to rank behind a bastard!”

Laplace teased her, making her giggle on the bed. She pushed him back: “Listen, he’s going to the Witch Emperor for a political marriage. He’ll likely die there. If he doesn’t, I command you to give him a ‘push.'”

“As you wish, my beautiful Queen.”

Two crisp “cracks” echoed through the quiet forest. A-Wu’s wrist had been set back into place by Bai Rui. The white bone seemed to snap together right under the thin skin. The pain was so sharp it felt audible.

A-Wu cried out a moment later. “Ah… Your Highness…”

He wasn’t sure why this delicate, silk-stocking clad Bai Rui was so fast and ruthless. Bai Rui pulled his skirt down to cover his legs, his cheeks and eyes tinged with a faint, uncontrollable red. He stood up, looking down. “Thanks. Now that I know how to put them on, you can move around. I’ll need you to help me with the outer robe.”

He had no idea how to put that part on.

As the pale skin vanished from his sight, A-Wu narrowed his eyes and smiled. “Certainly. It would be my pleasure.” He flexed his newly set wrist. “Thank you, Highness, for touching a lowly slave like me. I didn’t know you knew how to set bones.”

Bai Rui turned his back, unaware of the narrow eyes watching his every move. “I don’t. I’ve never studied medicine.”

Silence followed for three full seconds.

“Huh?” The dark light in A-Wu’s eyes froze. “Wait… you said you don’t know how to set bones, yet you just did it to my wrist?”

“Yes,” Bai Rui said calmly. “I just winged it. I didn’t expect it to actually work.”

Behind the crystal ball, the two spectators were stunned.

Black Dragon: “What?? Just like that… he treated our Witch Emperor like a toy?” Black Cat: “Heavens… I didn’t expect the Evil God to be the first one to be played with.” “Isn’t Bai Rui dead for sure now??” “Rest in peace, Amen!”

They waited for the explosion of rage, just like the people back at the castle. But after a few seconds, a light chuckle escaped A-Wu’s lips.

“Oh, is that so… Highness, then you are even more impressive.” A-Wu stood up. His nearly 1.9 meter height cast a tall shadow over Bai Rui’s lean frame. He smirked, picking up a piece of fabric. “Now, allow me to serve you as you dress.”

The audience behind the crystal ball was truly shocked: “He’s not angry? He’s not killing him?” “In the past, anyone who did that would be crushed to pulp with one hand!” “I can’t believe he’s serving someone… and he sounds… happy??”

While the onlookers were in shock, the atmosphere on site was oddly harmonious. A-Wu raised his hand, holding the garment. “Your Highness, let me help you.”

Bai Rui glanced at him, his eyes flushed and alluring. He snatched the clothes and turned away. “Wait here. I’ll call you if I need you.”

Bai Rui went behind a thick tree to change. The chemise was wide and draped over his fair body. It was a bit short, but at 1.79 meters, his physique was similar to the tall Western women of that era. He propped his leg against the tree, the white glass silk stockings shimmering against his skin. He tied a lace ribbon around his thigh to keep the stocking from sliding down.

He felt a strange sense of shame. “…”

He stepped into the satin shoes. Then, he realized the second ribbon was missing. “A-Wu, have you seen the other garter?”

A large, pale hand reached out, a three finger wide lace ribbon hanging from a long, slender finger. “Use this one.”

Bai Rui didn’t know when he had approached. The awkwardness returned. He lowered his head and grabbed the lace. “I saw photos in the bag earlier… inside a locket…” He spoke to break the tension, but the more he hurried, the more he fumbled with the knot.

“Let me.” A-Wu knelt before him, placing Bai Rui’s foot on his own knee. He took the lace and wrapped it around Bai Rui’s thigh. “What about the locket, Highness?”

Bai Rui swallowed. He felt parched. “The photos were of two ladies. One young, one older. The older one was wearing the cloak, the one I gave you.”

“Oh, mother and daughter, probably.” A-Wu kept his head down. The moonlight hit his back, highlighting the beautiful muscles and the elegant line of his spine.

“Probably…” Bai Rui felt the gland on the back of his neck throb again. He closed his eyes, his lashes trembling.

“The older woman’s photo had ‘Mama’ written on the back.”

“Mmm,” A-Wu grunted softly. His fingers seemed to measure the width of the slender leg, his fingertips brushing against the skin, creating a sensation of rising heat. Finally, the lace was tied securely. He looked up. “Highness, it’s done.”

Bai Rui hurriedly pulled his leg back and let the skirt fall. “Th-thanks.”

He picked up the outer dress, looking lost. A-Wu’s large hand covered his, gripping the fabric. “Your Highness, let me serve you.”

His voice was magnetic and close to Bai Rui’s ear, sending a shiver down his spine. The tall figure loomed over him, strong arms circling around from both sides, essentially drawing Bai Rui into a wide embrace.

“At your service.”