Too Late, Prince! I’m No Longer Your Chubby Luna의 모든 챕터: 챕터 41 - 챕터 50

ADRIAN POVSomething was wrong.It wasn't a instinct born of pack bonds or fated magic; it was the hyper-vigilance of a man who spent every waking second studying the woman he loved.I sat at the heavy oak desk in the private solar of the High Luna Suite, reviewing the naval transport manifests for the southern fleet. Across the room, bathed in the soft morning sunlight streaming through the stained-glass windows, sat Lydia. She was wrapped in a thick white cashmere shawl, holding a steaming porcelain cup of sweet-flower tea that one of the new court handmaidens had brought up from the kitchen moments ago.Her face was pale. Too pale.Even in the warm light of the solar hearth, her skin lacked its usual radiant luster. The faint, comforting hum of her White Light—a divine warmth that normally filled any room she occupied—felt muted, thin, and strangely cold, like a candle flame drowning behind thick glass.I set my quill down, the dark ink blotting against the parchment, and walked ac

ADRIAN POVMy hand tightened around Patrick Silversson’s throat, my fingers pressing so hard against his windpipe I could feel the frantic, terrified flutter of his pulse."Lady... Rosalind..." Patrick choked out, his face turning a dark, bruised purple as he held the velvet pouch toward me with trembling hands. "Nightshade... Root... in her tea... Save... save Lydia..."I snatched the velvet pouch from his grip with my free hand, unsealing the drawstring with my teeth.A single whiff of the fine, odorless black powder inside confirmed it. It reeked of dark botanical suppression—a black-market poison used in the eastern provinces to paralyze magic users from the inside out.I threw Patrick backward onto the marble corridor floor. He collapsed in a heap, gasping frantically for air, clutching his bruised neck, his bloodshot eyes looking up at me—not with fear, but with a desperate, silent plea to save the woman we both had loved."Caleb!" I thundered, turning toward the bedchamber.Old

LYDIA POVThe descent into Stormport felt like riding straight down into the abyssal maw of the underworld.As our vanguard thunderously crossed the marble harbor gates, the stink of primordial rot hit us in suffocating waves. The sky was gone—replaced by a swirling, black-and-crimson vortex of void-fog that blotted out the sun, dropping the harbor into an eerie, blood-lit twilight.The black water sloshed against the stone piers, bubbling violently as dark tentacles and scaled, serpentine backs breached the surface every few seconds."FORM THE SHIELD LINE!" Captain Vane’s voice thundered across the docks. "SECURE THE EMBARKATION PIERS!"Three thousand Stormfang warriors dismounted in a flurry of silver steel, their heavy iron shields locking together along the harbor edge. Behind them, the regional naval captains—men who had only days ago bowed in fear during our court trials—were frantically barking orders as thousands of sailors loaded heavy light-ballistas and fire-stone cannons o

LYDIA POVThe sky didn't just go dark—it vanished entirely.The churning maw of the Deep Trench whirlpool was a miles-wide funnel of liquid void, roaring with the sound of a thousand dying mountains. Three hundred yards to our port side, High Sovereign Valerius’s flagship, The Divine Dawn, was trapped in the inner ring of the current. Her grand white hull tilted at a terrifying forty-five-degree angle, her golden sails shredded by shadow-spouts, her bow slowly sliding backward into the pitch-black abyss at the center of the ocean floor."THE CURRENT HAS US!" Valerius’s voice crackled through the wind-rune, barely audible over the roaring waters. "ADRIAN, DO NOT ENTER THE RING! SAVE THE FLEET!""Lydia, hold!" Adrian yelled, his hands straining against the spokes of the Imperial Vanguard’s heavy oak wheel.His High Alpha aura exploded outward in a blinding, blue-white surge of kinetic lightning that crackled down the ship’s rigging. His stormy gray eyes were wide, burning with a mix of

LYDIA POVThe main avenue leading to the central crystalline throne was not merely blocked; it was drowned in death.Stretching between two colossal, jet-black coral arches was a churning, hundred-foot wall of pitch-black void-miasma. It hissed like acid against the ancient stone paving, giving off a rancid, freezing stench that made even the elite Stormfang wolves gag from a hundred paces away. When a stray stray arrow was shot into the cloud, the wooden shaft dissolved into black ash before hitting the ground."It's a primordial necro-barrier," High Sovereign Valerius stated, his golden armor reflecting the sickly red light of the nearby ley-fissures as he reined his charger beside me. "Physical steel cannot cross it. Any soldier who steps into that fog will have the flesh boiled off their bones in seconds.""Then steel won't cross it first," I replied softly.I dismounted my white warhorse, stepping onto the cracked, dry ocean floor. Over my white-and-silver battle tunic, my silver