My Yandere Wives are Transcendents

Alysia Hill Morgan Flora's POV

An air of hushed reverence hung in the chamber as I observed the Elders, their heads bowed in deference before me.

"Y-Y-our hi--" one of them began, stumbling over his words.

"I am Queen, Elder Valc" I responded with an air of indifference, my voice unwavering.

"...'gulp, Your Majesty, M-My S-Son is--" He swallowed hard, his fear evident.

"This is hardly the place to air your family matters, Leave" I stated firmly, dismissing him with a wave of my hand.

His departure was swift, facilitated by the mystical roots of the tree that obeyed my orders.

"Y-Your Majesty, you cannot do that, My son is innocent--" another Elder protested.

I held fast to my resolve, citing the Royal Constitution,

"According to our laws, anyone who challenges the word of their ruler shall be subject to punishment. If you have further familial disputes, I implore you to resolve them without involving this court"

I smiled at their trembling body before standing up from the newly made wooden throne adorned with jewels....made only for me.

And walked away.

"...."

"gggrrrrr"

"urhh"

Frustration was palpable in their clenched teeth as their feeble protests faded into the background.

After all, I took care of their useless, groundless, pointless sons they wanted to marry me off.

The memory of dead sons by unknown causes would linger in their consciousness indefinitely.

Upon returning to my home, I gazed upon my reflection in the mirror.

A woman with silver hair, silvery eyes, a diamond-shaped visage, and long ears adorned with diamond jewellery stared back at me.

The features closely resembled....someone I loved.

"You truly resemble your mother, Alysia Flora" came a tiny voice from the window.

I knew precisely who it was without needing to look.

"You're still here? and also I am Alysia Hill Morgan Flora" I inquired, my tone indifferent though it was soft little bit.

"hmph" The tiny fairy pouted, her presence uninvited, as she explored my residence.

That Tiny fairy was none other than the revered Fairy Queen, esteemed and worshipped throughout the Flora continent.

In the midst of this, I retrieved a finger-length bottle and inspected its contents – a few drops of white fluid suspended inside.

On that fateful night, after shedding an abundance of tears, I made a resolute decision to retain this position.

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I recognized that the instant I fled, those in power would relentlessly employ any means necessary to eliminate me. It became evident that retaining this authority was a more prudent course of action, rather than letting it go to waste.

After my resolution had been reached, the Fairy offered me a small vial containing a mysterious white fluid.

She revealed that this was a concoction that my mother had intended for me to consume should I decide to maintain my status. In addition, my mother had thoughtfully penned down a set of notes to help me manage the irksome Elders....Mothe...

Mama was truly amazing.....My heart swelled with gratitude.

Without further hesitation, I consumed the white elixir that night, savouring the taste that reminded me of.....my mother's milk.

As I did, tears of emotion filled my eyes.

Subsequently, a profound energy coursed through my being, and as I was about to inquire the fairy about this transformation,

"I, Tiana Moonshadow Silverleaf, as the Fairy Queen, hereby bestow upon Alysia Flora, the daughter of Morgan Flora, the blessings of the forest and the realm of the fairies"

Her wings shimmered with enchanting sparkles that permeated my very essence.

"aarrhhh"

The surge of power was accompanied by an acute pain in my left chest, and I sensed something altering my skin.

In the aftermath, my entire being radiated with an ethereal brilliance, in harmony with the silvery moon.

My once dull silver hair had transformed into a radiant, sleek silver, and my emerald green eyes now glistened like precious silvery gems, reminiscent of someone dear to my heart.

and With this transformation, I couldn't help but smile, feeling as though my mother was now with me...heheh.

And the extraordinary blessing bestowed by the Fairy Queen, an unprecedented event in our Elven history, brought about a widespread feeling of joy and celebration throughout the land.

It was as if everyone were genuinely happy about my newfound existence....truly selfish people.

This extraordinary transformation also solidified the power of my words, to the extent that the Elders were left powerless to challenge my decrees.

My every command became synonymous with the will of the World Tree itself, all thanks to the Fairy Queen, who was considered the Messenger of the World Tree.

From that day onward, I transitioned from Alysia Flora to Alysia Hill Morgan Flora, a name that represented the eternal connection I shared with my mother.

....

As time passed, the nagging of the Fairy Queen increased, though I loved that nagging.

Then, on a fateful day, a visitor arrived....

"Alden Evergreen"

"....Yes"

"What is the purpose of your visit?"

"...Alys--"

"Mr. Alden Evergreen, I care not for your standing as an Emperor Ranker, for here, within the realm of the Elven Queen, you are nought but one of my subjects. Mind your decorum. Has your memory forsaken our Constitution?" I spoke with an air of indifference, prompting a visible flinch from him.

"...N-No, Your M-ajesty. I apologize"

I observed the man before me.....no, an old man, his long white hair cascading down to his beard, attired in a white robe adorned with 'Head Master' in resplendent golden lettering. His face bore the well-etched marks of age, and his long elven ears, once proud, now sagged, evidence of his advancing years.

'What happened to him? He has scarcely lived out half of his natural lifespan...hmm...Whatever' I dismissed the thought, deeming it irrelevant.

Truth be told, in my younger years, I had yearned for my father's affection, despite his steadfast avoidance of me, as if I were a harbinger of pestilence. I had ardently awaited his recognition. How naive I had been...sigh...but now...

I felt nothing as if he were a distant irrelevance.

"So?" I inquired.

"I-I wished to pay my respects at my wife's final resting place" he confessed.

"Hmm...and who is your wife?"

"...."

"...."

The expression on his face contorted into one of sheer astonishment and pain? before returning to normal.

He resumed, "My wife's name is Morg--"

"Morgan Flora, MY mother, has already severed the bonds of matrimony with her spouse" I asserted matter-of-factly, producing the divorce document my mother had thoughtfully prepared in anticipation of any potential disputes.

Mama truly was remarkable...sigh, When I would become like her?

He accepted the document, perusing its contents, his visage paling.

"B-But I never agre--" He stammered.

"Alden Evergreen, this is not your democratic establishment you running now. This land is ruled by a singular authority, and its pronouncements are sacrosanct across the continent" I retorted with a sombre countenance.

"...." He bit his trembling lips before bowing deferentially.

I had expected him to protest vehemently, which would have served as a pretext for extensive measures....Well, no matter, for he was now within my sphere of scrutiny, and I resolved to unearth any secrets he harbouring from my mother....and why she had to die instead of him?

Just as boring began to take hold of my senses, he proffered a statement that seized my interest.

"Your Majesty, I am here to extend an offer of admission to Nex Academia for the forthcoming year"

.....

Standing before the imposing entrance of the magnificent 'Nex' structure.

I was.....gripped by an intense desire to see it reduced to ashes.

However, I forced myself to quell these fiery impulses with reason.

"Well, let's quell those fiery instincts for now. I have a span of four years at my disposal... Plenty of time to explore and savour the marvels of their technology" I murmured, a wicked smile tugging at the corners of my lips.

With a wicked smile,

"Baby steps" I whispered to myself, the very thought of dismantling the constructs that man held in high regard was nothing short of exhilarating.

"Alysia, you're wearing that weird expression again" a tiny voice chimed in from my shoulder.

I turned to face the source of the voice, a miniature figure none other than Tiana, the Fairy Queen.

She could be exasperating.....but I found her nagging oddly endearing.

In truth, She had been insistent upon accompanying me, particularly when I mentioned my enrollment at Nex....a move of questionable judgment. However, I recognized her to be unlike the others.

'Flick'

"Ouch"

My index finger deftly flicked her, causing her to tumble.

"Alysia!" she protested, making a futile attempt to retaliate with a punch.

"hehe..." I let out a giggle in response.

"Hehe" Whether she witnessed my smile or endured my rebukes, her countenance remained warm, much like my mother, who harboured no hidden motives.

.....

My enthusiasm for their lectures was non-existent.

Instead, my mind incessantly churned with schemes to bring about the destruction of this place and the inevitable downfall of that old man, who was my primary target.

At a mere 79 years old, I was still unable to partake in the coronation, an event reserved for those who reached the age of 100.

I merely played the role of an Elven Queen, a temporary position. In the interim, I decided to amuse myself and experience the life of an ordinary girl...This choice resonated with my mother's wish for my happiness, right?

However, I never foresaw that I would cross paths with the grandchild of 'That man.'

I harbour such disdain for the person that I won't even utter their name.

So moving on, A strange individual attempted to engage me in conversation.

Though I couldn't discern their motives, I had no qualms as long as they maintained a respectful distance.

To my surprise, Tiana, who had only one friend, welcomed another into her circle....'Alexander' the Hero of Dawn Kingdom.

Observing her joy during their interactions stirred an...unfamiliar emotion within me.

"W-What this feeling?" I mumbled, my thoughts dominated by their relationship.

It kindled a blazing anger and a twist sentiment.....a desire to kill him.

"Huh?" I couldn't fathom why this sentiment was directed at him, as I never harboured such animosity even toward 'That man, My Father in name' despite his role in my mother's demise.

Nevertheless, this fiery urge gnawed at me.

"Why?" I wondered, as he persistently sought her company.

'Go away, go away, go away.....GO AWAY!!! YOU FUKCING BASTARD, SHE WAS MY FRIEND FIRST' I screamed inwardly.

This malevolent sentiment weighed heavily on my heart, and I couldn't comprehend its source.

I was uncertain of the cause of this sentiment, but one thing was certain: 'Alexander' would be the first to meet his end before I confronted 'My father in the name'

'And Why are you speaking with him, Tiana, When I'M RIGHT HERE?' I wished to shout at her, but I refrained from doing so, guided by my rationality.

"I HATE HIM, I HATE HIM, I HATE HIM, I HATE HIM....? Huh?" I don't understand these feelings but I wanted that man to die before he could harm my ONLY FRIEND Tiana.

"I KILL HIM, I KILL HIM, I KILL HIM...."

As I bit my nails and my face twisted in anger, I diligently collected every tidbit of information about this....'Hero'.

And, upon piecing together this puzzle, I found something of profound interest, a discovery that left me grinning in satisfaction.

"I wonder how she will react?"

"HAHAHAH....AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH....." My laughter echoed in my room.