Chapter 148

Chapter 148: Chapter 148: Crimson Judgment Chapter 148 – Crimson Judgment Grateful.

That’s what Sophie felt toward Noah.

As she looked at him—at his serious, beautiful face—she couldn’t help but fall even deeper.

’Thank you...’ she whispered in her heart.

A silent thank you. The most sincere thing she had ever felt.

While Sophie stood immersed in emotion, Noah was watching Rome, waiting for his answer.

He didn’t need to wait long.

"I accept!" Rome declared, without hesitation.

And he accepted for one reason:

’This is perfect. Sophie is no match for Isac—let alone both of them. This way, I can protect the royal family’s dignity.’

Yes.

Rome had vastly underestimated Sophie.

He had no idea how much she had changed.

This wasn’t the same girl who once begged for his approval to join the battle for the throne.

No.

That girl no longer existed.

And Sophie was about to show him why.

At Rome’s words, Noah smiled.

"Perfect," he said.

"Let’s watch this on live, shall we?"

CLICK—!

With a snap of his fingers, Rome and Emily were transported into the white realm—effortlessly.

Noah’s space manipulation had reached near-Elira levels.

Then, Elira expanded the realm and conjured a small arena at its center.

There stood Sophie.

Calm and still. Her aura concealed.

To a casual glance, she was just a young girl, with a flickering lightning weaving through her hair. Very peculiar.

Before her stood Isac and Albert, their bodies still tainted by demonic corruption. They glared at her with pure resentment.

"You stand there with pride," Albert spat, "but the only reason you’re here is because of Noah."

He sneered.

"Tell me, what can you do without him?"

"Nothing. You are nothing without him. And the worst thing is that even if we win, he won’t let anything happen to you."

Their eyes seethed with fury. Noah’s presence made it feel like their victory wouldn’t matter.

But even so—

’We’ll cripple you,’ they both thought. ’We’ll break you.’

They bared their demonic fangs.

But Sophie... remained calm.

Her eyes—icy.

Then she spoke. Her voice was quiet, steady.

"You know, I always considered you both my brothers. My family."

She glanced briefly at Rome.

"I wanted the throne, yes. But not at the cost of your lives. I wanted to win fairly."

She paused.

"But you chose a different path. You didn’t train. You didn’t master your bodies and mind. You didn’t push yourselves to grow stronger."

"No. You chose the easy way."

"You sold yourselves to demons."

She stared at them, utterly disgusted.

"So tell me—how can you be worthy of the throne with that kind of mindset?"

When faced with hardship, they didn’t fight. They surrendered. They enslaved themselves.

"How?" she asked again. "How can someone like that rule a whole domain?"

She took a breath.

"You are not worthy."

And then—

"You may begin." Noah’s voice echoed.

The match had begun.

A match Rome was certain his sons would win.

And oh...

What a delusional fool.

The very instant the battle began—within a fraction of a second—

CRACKLE.

A massive red lightning spear materialized above the arena.

It hummed with impossible energy. Red lightning cracked in all directions, electrifying the very air. The realm vibrated from the sheer pressure.

CRACKLE! CRACKLE!

Isac and Albert froze.

Rome’s eyes widened in horror.

And Noah—he smiled softly. Quietly proud.

Sophie’s eyes had changed. Nothing remained but red lightning.

Her crimson lightning tattoo blazed across her forehead.

She lifted her right hand skyward.

Her gaze fixed on the two figures before her.

Then, she spoke.

Her voice thundered—like a storm rolling over the earth.

"I once hesitated about your fate."

"Should I kill you? Or imprison you?"

She paused.

"I didn’t know what to do."

But now?

Now there was no room for mercy.

No room for pity.

Not for the ones who would have torn her apart a million times if they had the chance.

She had once been foolish enough to consider sparing them.

Not anymore.

"There will be no mercy."

"There will be only one thing: judgment."

"So..."

The world froze.

Rome’s voice broke the silence as realization hit him like a dagger.

"NOOOO!!"

But no one listened.

Because in the next moment, Sophie’s voice echoed like a divine decree.

"Crimson Empress’s Skill."

Her hand fell.

Isac tried to run. But his knees buckled from sheer fear.

Albert opened his mouth to scream for help only for his voice to be drown by—

"Red Spear Of Judgment."

And—

BOOOOOOOOMMMM!!!

The red spear struck like a godddess’s wrath.

It wasn’t just heavy—it was annihilation incarnate.

The arena was engulfed in a blinding storm of red lightning.

Destruction.

Smoke, red arcs, and electric fury choked the realm.

When it cleared—

Silence.

Sophie stood calmly. Not a single scratch on her.

Where Isac and Albert once stood... there was nothing.

No bodies. No ashes. No traces.

Gone.

Rome dropped to his knees.

His legs couldn’t carry the weight of what he just witnessed.

His sons were... erased.

"H-how...?" he whispered, eyes empty, soul broken.

Emily walked over and crouched in front of him. Her expression was cold. Unfeeling.

She didn’t even blink at the death of her so-called children.

They were nothing to her.

Only Sophie mattered.

"You have no one to blame but yourself, Rome."

Her voice was quiet. Cutting.

"It’s because of you this happened."

"You forced yourself on me. Used your power to make me marry you."

"You murdered the man I loved."

"You raised your sons weak and spoiled."

"It’s all because of you."

She leaned closer, lightning gathering in her hand.

"So open your eyes wide and look."

"Look at what you’ve done."

"From beginning to end... you’ve been nothing but a disappointment."

She stood and raised her hand, blue lightning wrapped around her fingers.

Then, without pause, she drove it into Rome’s chest—straight to his heart.

As he gasped, choking on the pain, she looked him in the eye.

"Die, Rome."

"We won’t miss you."

He turned his head weakly. His eyes met Sophie’s.

She looked at him without emotion.

Cold. Indifferent.

And in that final moment, one question returned to him—

"Was... I wrong?"

And the answer was obvious.

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Yes.

He was wrong about everything.

Because in the end—

He lost.

And if history has taught anything...

The loser is always wrong.

Rome Castria... died.

—End of Chapter 148—