The Male Lead Has Gone Mad Over the Troublesome Villainess - Chapter 51

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The Male Lead Has Gone Mad Over the Villainess — Episode 51
One of them lunged at me. The werewolf stretched its long, ape-like arms, its claws black and sharp. I slipped inside its guard and drove the glass into the junction where its jaw met its ear.
“Aaaaaaagh!”
It thrashed, but I pushed harder. I felt the glass shatter against its grip. I slashed downward, and hot liquid poured across the back of my hand.
The creature drove me back. I flew backward and slammed into the vanity, my spine crying out against the impact and stealing my breath.
“Gasp!”
I forced myself up and steadied my breathing. But the creature had taken real damage too—it staggered and collapsed face-first to the floor. It clawed toward me, desperate.
When it came within arm’s reach, I grabbed the lantern from the side table and brought it down on its head. Over and over, until it stopped moving.
I confirmed it was dead and hurled the lantern away. That was when Seraphine called to me.
“My lady!”
The one that had crashed against the wall and rolled was rising again.
I kicked the fallen lantern across the floor toward the creature standing behind Seraphine. It struck the beast’s snout dead-on. The creature spat it out and shook its head—giving Seraphine precious seconds to counterattack.
Seraphine drove her elbow into the creature’s face. As it staggered back from the impact, she rolled, tore the bed sheet free, and threw it over the beast’s head. In one fluid motion, she was on its back, wrapping the torn sheet around its neck and pulling tight. Then she landed and drove it toward the wall.
Its head crashed into the mirror, shattering it inward. Large shards of glass rained down. I caught one with my foot, lifted it, and brought it down hard across the sheet-wrapped neck. Blood cascaded.
One left. Just one. I threw aside the broken glass and picked up the longest shard from the floor.
I slashed across the back of the werewolf’s knees—it was still struggling to stand. As it toppled forward, Seraphine’s blade found its neck.
“Breathe, breathe.”
I knelt, breathing hard, once I’d confirmed the werewolf was dead.
The corset was suffocating me. Not that I had time to undo it or spare clothes to change into. Damned perverted old fool.
“Seraphine.”
“Yes?”
“Were you bitten?”
“No, my lady. Were you?”
“No.”
We checked each other’s arms and necks. Seraphine had glass embedded in her shoulder, and my palms were torn, but neither of us bore teeth marks.
I stopped the bleeding quickly and moved cautiously toward the door.
“My lady. There are keys.”
A key bundle lay on the floor—the werewolves must have dropped it. The moment I picked it up, a tremendous crash echoed from below.
* * *
That sound came from Kael.
The lower hall was vast.
The ceiling opened up two stories high, a staircase ran down the center, and six thick pillars lined the walls. And between them, the creatures swarmed.
“Your Highness, the front entrance has been breached!”
Coby’s shout cut through the chaos. Werewolves poured relentlessly through shattered windows and broken doors. Kael’s breathing came hard and fast.
“Radan, take the stairs! Coby, the left pillar!”
Kael moved as he spoke, already charging forward. The werewolves came from everywhere—scaling walls, dropping from the ceiling, converging from all sides.
A Golden Aura erupted along Kael’s blade, extending from the edge like a burning wing as tall as a man. A creature that failed to dodge was cleaved in half and crashed to the floor. Kael pivoted and cut through the waist of another climbing the wall, leaving it bisected as dust and rubble exploded from the stone.
“Ugh!”
A creature crawling on the ground tried to slip between Kael’s legs. He stamped on its shoulder, driving it hard into the floor. The marble cracked beneath the impact.
Kael drove his sword downward, his weight behind the blow. The sound of bone piercing rang through the hall with a dull, final note.
As Kael swept through the battlefield, Radan and Coby protected his flanks. A creature vaulting over the railing launched itself through the air—Radan came down hard on its waist, and it crashed to the ground with a sickening crunch of breaking joints. Radan finished it with a slash across the neck.
Coby dropped low to avoid a creature’s snapping jaws.
“Crown Prince!”
Kael understood Coby’s signal. He stepped into the gap as Coby crouched and cut the creature down. The Golden Aura passed perilously close to Coby’s head.
As the melee wore on, the creatures withdrew beyond the reach of his aura, circling Kael, Radan, and Coby in a tightening ring.
The werewolves growled, their threats hollow. So they learned, did they? Even as animals, something human remained to teach. Kael smiled coldly.
“Radan. Coby.”
“Yes?”
“Fall back to the stairs.”
Once he saw both men retreat up the stairs, Kael gripped his sword with both hands.
The Golden Aura rising along the blade burned differently now. The entire sword thickened with light, which crawled up his arm, across his shoulder, and flowed down his back.
The air in the hall contracted under the pressure. Even the lantern flames bent and guttered, pressing to one side.
“Grrrrr……”
The werewolves recoiled.
“Too late.”
Kael spoke the words and moved. The marble where his feet had been cracked into a sunburst pattern, and in the next instant, he stood on the opposite side of the hall.
Creatures pierced by the aura fell like autumn leaves, their blood spraying crimson through the air. A sword he’d thrown at one creature with its jaws open punched through its body and embedded itself in the wall behind. While the impaled creature thrashed, another werewolf tackled Kael—he caught its snout bare-handed. His forearm clamped around its throat, and he wrenched its head upward. The sound of a breaking neck echoed through the hall.
He threw the corpse aside, walked to the wall, and drew his sword. The dead werewolf lay still on the floor.
Kael’s gaze turned upward.

The upper staircase was blocked. Furniture and fixtures haphazardly stacked atop each other barred the way forward.
Sounds of battle still echoed from above. Kael drew a sharp breath. More of them were pouring in from outside.
The fighting was far from over.
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I stepped into the Corridor with Seraphine.
A single Lantern hung on the dark wall, and several doors lined both sides of the passage. The Key Bundle held six keys, but there was no way to tell which opened which door.
When we reached the Staircase, the path downward was completely blocked—crates and furniture piled all the way to the landing.
Seraphine peered down through a gap between the crates.
“Can you see?”
Through the gap, the hall below came into view.
A golden light cut across it. Kael.
I couldn’t look away. Without question, it was the most brutal, most merciless display of combat I’d ever seen from him. It was enough to make my skin crawl.
This wasn’t his usual measured grace against an opponent. He was swinging his blade as though to obliterate everything before him without mercy. What in the world had angered him this much? Either way, joining him down there was the priority now.
“He appears to be quite furious.”
Seraphine sighed as she spoke. Ah.
I nodded awkwardly. No matter how hard I tried, I was reminded once again that Kael belonged to the Heavenly Realm.

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