The World Is Mine For The Taking

Chapter 1315: Epilogue 24 - The Virgin Queen And The Mad Woman (1)

Leon’s POV

It was the day after the King died, and the atmosphere across the entire place felt off in a way that was hard to ignore.

News of his death had already reached me early on, and it didn’t take long before people in my company started putting things together.

Honestly, I didn’t need their guesses or conclusions.

I already had my own.

The Queen.

That conclusion came to me almost naturally, like something that had been sitting in the back of my mind even before everything happened. It just fit too well.

The problem was everything that came after that.

How did she do it? Why did she do it?

Those were the parts that didn’t line up cleanly. A few possible answers floated around in my head, brushing past each other without settling into anything solid. It felt like I was close to understanding, like I could almost reach it if I stretched just a little further, but it kept slipping away.

Something about it was starting to make sense, just not enough to call it clear.

For now, all I could really do was wait and see how things unfolded.

"Well, sounds like this is going to turn into a pretty messy situation," I muttered under my breath.

At the same time, Maya and Anne were busy between my legs, licking along my dick like they had all the time in the world. Their tongues moved slowly at first, then more confidently, their saliva coating everything as they worked together without needing to say a word to each other.

The contrast between my thoughts and what they were doing almost made me laugh.

Almost.

The pleasure, though, made it hard to focus on anything else. It crept up on me fast, building in a way that made my body react before I could even think straight. My toes curled without me meaning to, and a quiet breath slipped out of me as I tried to keep myself steady.

Every movement felt precise, like they knew exactly where to focus, how much pressure to use, when to slow down and when to push further. It was almost unfair how well they remembered my cock, like they had it mapped out in their heads.

It felt like my whole body was being dragged upward, like I was about to float straight through the ceiling if this kept going.

I didn’t last much longer after that.

I came, and the white fluid spilled out, landing across their faces while I finished myself off, my hand moving in time with everything they had already set up. My breathing came out uneven, and I had to take a moment just to settle back down.

***

Even with everything pointing to the Queen, I chose not to tell Myrcella.

That decision wasn’t made lightly.

A part of me felt like this situation could push her forward, give her the drive she needed to finally take the throne for herself. The Queen might be the one holding the reins right now, but that didn’t mean she was fit to lead.

She had never really ruled before.

Thinking about it, her entire presence had always been more for appearance than anything else. She stood beside the King, added to his image, and made everything look more complete. During important events, she rarely spoke, and when she did, it was brief and controlled.

She had always been quiet.

That kind of role didn’t prepare someone to rule an entire kingdom.

Even so, none of that explained why she would go as far as killing him. That part kept bothering me. No matter how many angles I looked at, it just didn’t sit right.

Which was exactly why I decided to face her directly.

"Your Highness," I said, keeping my tone steady. "Do you have a moment? I’d like to speak with you, if that’s alright. It won’t take long."

"It’s fine," she replied without hesitation. "It’s you, Leon. I don’t think I have any reason to refuse."

That answer came a little too easily.

Anyone else in her position would have been cautious. I was asking for her time alone, away from everyone else. That alone could’ve been a red flag. She could’ve easily suspected something, even something as simple as me trying to get close enough to harm her.

Still, she trusted me enough to agree.

That alone said something.

We made our way to her room, and the moment I stepped inside, the scent hit me. Lavender. It was smelled soft, clean, and calm. It lingered in the air without being overwhelming, giving the space a quiet kind of warmth.

It suited her.

There was something about it that carried a sense of maturity too, something that matched a woman in her forties without needing to say it out loud.

"What is it, Leon?" she asked, gesturing lightly for me to sit.

I took the seat across from her, the small table between us acting as a thin line that separated our sides. It wasn’t much, but it felt like enough to mark the distance.

"I’ll get straight to the point," I said, meeting her gaze. "I want to know why you poisoned the King."

The shift in her expression was subtle, but it was there.

Her smile, which had been warm just moments ago, tightened slightly, turning into something more complicated. Not quite regret, not quite amusement. Somewhere in between.

"Well... I guess you figured it out," she said softly. "To be honest, I was already expecting you would."

"Oh, I see..." I replied, leaning back just a little.

That confirmed it more than anything else could have that she was going to be find out eventually, and she knew that.

"Have you ever heard the phrase, ’there’s a reason for everything’?" she asked.

It was something I had heard countless times back on Earth. People used it for everything, sometimes seriously, sometimes just to sound like they knew what they were talking about.

Here, though, it wasn’t something I heard often.

"It’s something the Goddess Jeanne used to say quite often," she continued. "Like the heroes, she came from another world."

Given everything I had heard about Jeanne, it wasn’t hard to connect the dots. If she used that phrase, then there was a good chance she came from the same place I did.

"I used to think that people sometimes act without any reason," she went on, her voice calm and steady. "But at the same time, if that were true, then there would be no reason for them to act at all. It becomes a contradiction when you think about it."

"I don’t believe you killed the King on a whim," I said.

She looked at me directly, her eyes steady, almost searching.

For a brief moment, the room felt quieter than before.

"The King wanted to die," she said.

Her voice didn’t waver.

"That’s all there is to it."