His Despised Stray Is A Hidden Queen

Chapter 7

Word Count: 689 | Released on: 08/09/2026

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outside. The room was filled with the cloying smell of me

leanor Black. Her breathing was so

raved with ancient runes from my small backpack and placed the

ying. What I was about to do was the long-lost art of "Meridian Channelin

le black t-shirt. I took a deep breath and

contact, a commotion erupted outside, p

door down! The Enforcers are here!

f bodies hitting the door and Burrell's furi

isturbance could disrupt

ded, and silver runes flowed from my arms like

of an Enforcer captain. "Occupant, listen up! You are under arrest for the

pells on the door trembling,

soul. I could "see" it now-the fat, slug-like Soul-Eat

, psychic shriek, beginning to fight back.

re of my magic into the fight.

endous crash, the

zards in the formal uniforms of the Enforce

didn't

od in front of me

light characteristic of Abyssal House spells. His ice-blue eyes were

it dropped the temperature of the

nd his wand to defy his family a

m and hesitated. "Mr. Black, please do not o

ed my grandmother and nearly killed her? Get out. Or I won't hesitate

e Enforcers exchanged uncertain g

feel the solid warmth of his back, a

eart hammered against my

, focusing everything I had back on t

w it over the thrashing Soul-Eater, yanking

heaving. The room fell completely

r chest wasn't rising. She looked worse tha

the doorway, a twisted look of triump

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His Despised Stray Is A Hidden Queen

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“After my parents died, my pureblood uncle threw a pouch of ten thousand gold coins onto his mahogany desk. He demanded I take my seven-year-old brother, drop out of the magic academy, and cross into the mortal slums forever. "Consider your connection to this house severed." He sneered, warning me never to tell a living soul we carried the Price blood. My cousin Isla smiled her fake, angelic smile while my uncle mocked that we would starve on our empty pride. We were thrown out, forced to hide in a damp, rat-infested attic in the lower districts. Even Damien Carlisle, the supreme pureblood commander of the magic council, looked at me through the rain with arrogant, dismissive pity. To him, I was just a pathetic, broke teenage mother dragging an illegitimate child through the mud. They all thought I was a helpless stray, a nobody they could easily crush with their endless wealth and elite status. They had no idea that I was "Silent," the ruthless, undefeated duelist of the underground rings. And they certainly didn't know I was the legendary "Saint Hand"-the exact master alchemist that Commander Carlisle was currently tearing the city apart to find to save his dying grandmother. I shoved the pouch of blood money back across the desk, took my little brother's hand, and walked out of the manor without looking back. If the high purebloods wanted to play games with our lives, I would gladly bankrupt them all.”