Too Late, Prince! I’m No Longer Your Chubby Luna의 모든 챕터: 챕터 31 - 챕터 40

LYDIA POVThe mountain wind howled through the narrow mountain pass like the scream of a dying beast.Standing atop the ice-encased battlements of the Iron Gate, Lord Cassian looked down at us with eyes completely swallowed by pitch-black void. His dark fox furs billowed against the white blizzard, the purple shadow-runes carved into his two-handed broadsword pulsing with an eerie, rhythmic heartbeat."Uncle Cassian..." Adrian rasped again, his voice trembling—not with fear, but with a deep, agonizing betrayal that cut far deeper than any blade."There is no uncle here, boy," Cassian's voice boomed down from the parapet, echoing off the frozen mountain walls. "There is only the First Vanguard of the Shadow King! Your father was a fool who bled himself dry for a weak empire. I chose true immortality!""You chose to be a puppet!" Adrian roared.His High Alpha aura exploded outward in a violent wave of blue-white lightning that vaporized the falling snow in a twenty-foot radius around us

LYDIA POVThe subterranean amphitheater vibrated with the terrifying heartbeat of the slumbering titan.Sixty feet tall, the Frost-Titan hung suspended inside the floating ring of black iron, its body woven from ancient, compacted shadow-ice and red malice. Surrounding the blood-altar, the three royal envoys gasped in agony, their lifeforce flowing like glowing purple streams into the titan’s chest cavity."Cassian!" Adrian’s voice roared across the vast cavern like thunder.Lord Cassian paused, his frost-runed broadsword hovering inches above the lead envoy’s chest. He turned his void-black eyes up toward the balcony where Adrian and I stood. A grotesque, psychotic grin stretched across his pale face."You're just in time to watch the rebirth, nephew," Cassian cackled, his voice echoing off the frozen mountain walls. "The envoys' royal blood has almost shattered the third link! One more strike, and the Frost-Titan walks!""Set me down, Adrian," I whispered firmly.Adrian set my feet

LYDIA POVThe heavy iron wagon wheels crunched steadily over the frozen mountain shale.After three months of relentless bloodshed across three continents, the rhythm of our march had finally changed. There were no scouts sprinting back with reports of shadow-beasts, no ambient spore-clouds choking our lungs, and no emergency light-barriers to maintain. There was only the long, winding high-road stretching south through the pine-scented valleys toward the heart of the Stormfang High Kingdom.I sat inside the heated royal carriage, wrapped in a heavy fur cloak lined with soft white fleece. Opposite me, Adrian sat with his long legs extended, his broad broadsword resting against his knee. He was unarmored for the first time in weeks, wearing a simple dark velvet tunic open at the collar, his stormy gray eyes focused entirely on me as he peeled a sweet red apple with a small silver dagger."You're staring again, High Alpha," I said softly, a subtle smile touching my lips as I leaned back

LYDIA POVThe morning sun over the High Keep was crisp, cold, and blindingly bright.From the wide stone balcony of the High Luna Suite, the view stretched across the snow-covered valley, framed by the jagged, pine-forested peaks of the Stormfang heartland. Down below, in the cobblestone inner courtyard, the daily life of the castle was already in full motion—guards training with heavy iron broadswords, supply wagons being unloaded, and pack servants hauling heavy loads of firewood up from the lower yards.Among those servants was Patrick.He wore a coarse, unbleached wool tunic stamped with the black wolf emblem of the Stormfang household—the mark of a disgraced, unranked pack servant. His hands, once soft and pristine from a life of royal luxury, were red, raw, and blistered as he hauled heavy wooden buckets of icy water from the courtyard well to the stables.I leaned against the carved stone railing, wrapped in a plush wool robe, sipping a cup of hot chamomile tea.Heavy, warm arm

LYDIA POVThe echoes of Elder Corvus’s desperate declaration hung in the air of the Great Hall like a suspended blade."Under the First Unwritten Code, an unranked omega cannot be crowned High Luna without the unanimous consent of the twelve regional lords—and six of us refuse!"A tense murmur rippled through the noble tables. Lady Lyra took a slow step back toward her father, a small, triumphant smirk returning to her lips as she smoothed her ice-blue gown. The six conservative lords who backed Corvus stood up straighter, their postures stiffening with sudden political bravado.Adrian didn't yell. He didn't draw his broadsword.Instead, he let out a low, cold laugh—a sound so full of quiet, lethal amusement that the murmuring in the hall died instantly."The First Unwritten Code, Corvus?" Adrian asked smoothly, resting his hand flat on my waist, his thumb gently caressing my hip through the midnight-blue velvet of my gown. "You dig up a three-hundred-year-old local custom to question