Evelyn Nefertari's Godlike Obsession
Evelyn Nefertari found herself naturally ducking behind the bushes near Geum Taeyang’s lodging. Her eyes locked onto his face as he turned in her direction, and they filled with pure reverence. “Look at those eyes! It’s as if the stars of the night sky followed Mateus down to earth and took residence in them!”
She exhaled a sigh of admiration worthy of the imperial household—elegant, refined, and overflowing with dignity. “And those lips! They look as though they’ve been painted with the rarest crimson silk from the legendary Empire of Platanas!” History itself spilled from her thoughts. Platanas was said to have been one of the great empires that ruled the ancient world, long before Elhazard.
“Is that man not impossibly beautiful…!”
Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!
Evelyn devoured every detail of Geum Taeyang’s face—his eyes, lips, nose, jaw, cheeks—until her chest heaved as though her heart might burst. She clutched at her pounding breast and shot him a gaze brimming with longing.
Geum Taeyang swung Luciena with powerful strokes, sweat scattering through the air. “Holy water! Holy water is being sprinkled!” Evelyn spread her arms wide, desperate to claim every glistening drop that caught the moonlight.
“Huuuuh…!”
After a flurry of swings, Geum Taeyang drew a deep breath. His broad, sculpted chest rose and fell. “Haaaaah…! I want to be held in those divine arms! I want to bury myself against him and beg for his love while breathing in his scent!”
Evelyn’s already outstretched hands twitched with shameless greed as she imagined caressing that magnificent chest. Swish… swish…
Geum Taeyang wiped the sweat from his brow. “How can such beautiful hands be used merely to wipe away sweat? I would wipe it for him! I, Evelyn, would even strip off my undergarments to do it!”
Even as a swordswoman, her hands were delicate and refined. The thought that those graceful fingers were being wasted on something as mundane as sweat filled her with unbearable regret.
“Hmm… Shall I head back inside?”
Geum Taeyang muttered the words with blatant intent. Don’t go…!!! No, don’t leave…!! Stay a little longer…!!!
The moment she realized he was about to leave, Evelyn’s impatience reached its peak. Her expression twisted as though she were on the verge of tears. So desperate was she that, like a sleepwalker, she stretched both hands forward and stepped straight out of the bushes.
“!!!!!??????”
Only after hearing Geum Taeyang’s startled reaction did Evelyn Nefertari belatedly realize the sheer foolishness of her actions. “A… ah…”
She froze on the spot, turned to ice.
Kukukuk! That Evelyn girl walked right into my trap like a fool.
Geum Taeyang smiled inwardly with deep satisfaction. That was exactly why he had stripped down and come out to train under the moonlight—something he never normally did. He had known that by the round of sixteen, Evelyn would begin monitoring the participants more closely, so he had laid this trap specifically to catch her.
She’s flawless in every other way, but when it comes to men, that Evelyn Nefertari is a complete airhead!
In World Conquest Chronicles, during Antoinette Darmina’s protagonist route, Evelyn served as the emperor’s right hand from beginning to end, displaying overwhelming competence. Yet because the story mode was so overwhelmingly dominant, a comic relief device was needed—namely, the constant bickering between Evelyn and Antoinette. The sight of the strict superior Antoinette scolding the impossibly high-standard Evelyn was the highlight.
“And because her standards were so absurdly high, only two men ever caught Evelyn’s eye in the entire game: Eugene and Cloud.”
In Eugene Caesar’s route, Evelyn became one of the harem members. Against Cloud, however, she remained nothing more than a distant admirer. “So how could she possibly resist me, a being who combines the best of both into an even greater godlike existence?”
Once Evelyn had been marked as a sub-heroine, Geum Taeyang already knew exactly how to seduce her—by using his godlike appearance. Timing was everything, because he still had to wear a mask for another purpose.
“You don’t look like a participant. Are you someone’s attendant?”
Despite having orchestrated the entire situation, Geum Taeyang feigned complete ignorance with shameless acting skill.
“Ah, th-that’s… I-I’m not an attendant!”
Evelyn blurted out the denial so quickly she even stumbled over her words. Geum Taeyang’s question had implied she was here to spy.
“If you’re not an attendant, then…”
Geum Taeyang deliberately showed suspicion.
“I mean, who I am is… well…”
Evelyn’s mind went blank. She frantically tried to squeeze out an answer.
“I’m a management officer! A management officer from the Imperial Guard!”
In the end, the captain of the Imperial Guard ended up pretending to be a subordinate.
“The Imperial Guard handles management? That’s the first I’ve heard of it.”
Geum Taeyang raised an eyebrow. Officially, participant management was handled by the Yulisis Sword Dance Tournament Management Bureau, not the Imperial Guard. Because Evelyn wasn’t wearing the bureau’s uniform, she couldn’t mention it.
“Um… Starting from the round of sixteen, the warriors are so powerful that we must take extra precautions for safety… unofficially…”
“I see. But is it all right to mention something unofficial?”
“Ah, ah! That’s because… I’ve already committed a discourtesy, so I can’t lie…”
Evelyn struggled to keep fabricating excuses, but with her “airhead mode” fully activated in front of the godlike Geum Taeyang, she kept creating openings and was thoroughly shaken while losing all initiative.
“Thank you for being honest. As someone aiming for the championship, I can’t help but be wary of opponents’ scouting. If you’re truly an Imperial Guard management officer, I can accept that.”
Judging that he had shaken her enough, Geum Taeyang finally gave her room to breathe.
“Thank you for believing me! Thank you so much!”
Bow! Bow! Bow!
Evelyn bowed repeatedly, her waist bending as though she were a lamb receiving divine forgiveness.
“Would you like to come inside for some tea? Our lodging seems to be the last one.”
Geum Taeyang, thoroughly enjoying her absolute subordinate attitude, made the offer as though granting a favor.
“N-no thank you! I couldn’t possibly trouble you any further! I’ll be going now!!!”
Tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap!!!
She fled without a second thought. Even an offer of tea required a minimum level of social sense to accept, and Evelyn’s social skills regarding men were catastrophically low.
“Kuh… I expected it, but this bad?”
Even Geum Taeyang clicked his tongue. Back when he played World Conquest Chronicles, Evelyn had turned into a complete blockhead whenever Eugene Caesar or Cloud treated her kindly. Now that she was facing someone even more overwhelming than Eugene, the same thing had happened again.
“Master! It feels like someone’s been following us since yesterday!”
During the two days after the round of sixteen matches, while other participants trained and analyzed opponents, Geum Taeyang leisurely toured the area under the pretext of broadening Bianca’s horizons. Bianca, however, noticed they had picked up a tail.
Just like in the game. Evelyn always followed Eugene or Cloud around like this whenever they wandered the empire before meeting the emperor.
It was Evelyn Nefertari. Even after fleeing from the tea invitation, the 28-year-old spinster could no longer control the fire that had been lit in her heart. She had begun stalking Geum Taeyang in earnest.
“Could it be a step from the next opponent? The Fabregas ducal house has a terrible reputation.”
“Leave it. It’s not the opponent’s step.”
“Do you know them?”
“A little.”
“Hmm…”
Bianca remained highly alert. While Geum Taeyang stayed perfectly calm, she worried and used her Amazoness experience to gather information. She had suspected the infamous Fabregas brothers might be scheming, but when Geum Taeyang denied it, she scratched her head.
The Fabregas brothers are nothing but trouble. Tudor’s infamous troublemakers.
Geum Taeyang already knew every face among the round-of-sixteen participants. He was steadily climbing the bracket one step at a time. After tomorrow’s match, something interesting is going to happen. Heh heh.
Even the notorious troublemakers from Tudor, one of the villain nations, were merely pieces on Geum Taeyang’s board.
“That fucking barbarian half-breed!!!”
The two days passed, and the round of sixteen began. Geum Taeyang’s match was the seventh. He dispatched his opponent with ridiculous ease. O’Connell Fabregas, a lancer-class participant, revealed his filthy personality and began screaming like an idiot.
Fwoosh! Fwoosh! Fwoosh!!!
“Where the hell did you learn those cheap tricks?! I’m O’Connell Fabregas!!”
The illusory spears fired by O’Connell’s heroic armament, Al Capone, rained down. The Fabregas ducal house was renowned across the continent for its spearmanship, and O’Connell appeared in Tudor’s main story as a fairly important villainous supporting character. That meant he was strong—yet he was being beaten like a dog, so his pathetic mentality was on the verge of breaking.
Swish! Swish! Swish-swish-swish!!!
“Oh, really? O’Connell Fabregas?”
Geum Taeyang effortlessly dodged the illusory spears with True Mana Step.
“And who the hell is that supposed to be?”
Thud! Thud!
“Kuhh!!”
While calmly severing his opponent’s flow, Geum Taeyang continued his psychological assault.
“Sword Empress, what do you think of the mana step technique used by that dark knight swordsman? At that level, shouldn’t it be considered True Mana Step?”
Emperor Antoinette watched Geum Taeyang’s evasive movements with admiration. Even as an S-rank swordswoman herself, she could see that his evasion far surpassed ordinary swordsmanship.
“It is undoubtedly True Mana Step, Your Majesty. He appears to be a swordsman who has trained freely without being bound by any school or form.”
“How remarkable. A swordsman who has reached such heights should normally have a strong ego and be rather inflexible.”
The Sword Empress seated beside the emperor nodded slowly. Geum Taeyang was deliberately avoiding any movements that might alert her to his true identity. That was why the match was taking longer than necessary, yet the variety of techniques he displayed only heightened the interest of both the Sword Empress and the emperor.
“Hm?”
While watching the match with interest, Antoinette glanced sideways. “What are you doing, Guard Captain?”
Evelyn was half-hidden behind a massive pillar.
“I-I’m guarding. I’m guarding Your Majesty…”
“I’m asking why you’re hiding like that.”
“It’s a guarding method tailored to the current situation. Please understand…”
After fleeing, Evelyn had realized Geum Taeyang might have recognized her from the opening ceremony. To hide her identity, she was now acting this way.
“Ooh!!”
At that moment, Evelyn let out a small cheer.
“Kuaaaaargh!!!”
Crash-crash-crash!!!
O’Connell had finally been sent flying by Geum Taeyang’s attack.
“Oh? In that case, the dark knight swordsman will face Count Samuel in the quarterfinals, won’t he, Sword Empress?”
“It’s possible Count Samuel may fall in the next match, Your Majesty.”
“Hohoho! Samuel will advance to the quarterfinals. I heard from the Guard Captain that he’s truly fired up this time.”
Thus Geum Taeyang advanced to the quarterfinals. If Samuel won the final round-of-sixteen match, their matchup would be confirmed.
“Hm??”
While enjoying the conversation about the quarterfinal bracket, the emperor looked toward Evelyn again. “Where did Evelyn go?”
Evelyn had disappeared.
“Isn’t this a bit ugly, Othello Fabregas?”
After showering and returning to his lodging, Geum Taeyang found himself in danger.
“It’s O’Connell, you vulgar barbarian half-breed!”
The defeated O’Connell had brought all of his troublemaker brothers for revenge.