Damn, I Have to Marry the Strongest Antagonist at the Start?

Leslie's elusive presence made her appear almost like an unstoppable assassin, one from whom no one could escape.

As the two women clashed, waves of mana rippled outward from their attacks, forcing those nearby to step back.

Both figures re-emerged within the crowd's view. Leslie's aura was calm, her appearance immaculate, as if she hadn't just been part of an intense battle.

In contrast, the Dark Elf Queen looked weary, her breathing labored, with her disheveled attire reflecting the toll of the fight.

From their clash, it was clear Leslie had gained the upper hand.

This sight shook the dark elves watching from afar.

The gap in power between the two was significant—like frogs trying to see beyond the limits of their well, gazing up at the sky.

Yet Leslie had somehow managed to achieve the impossible right before their eyes.

The Dark Elf Queen was a true celestial god-tier mage, while Leslie was only at the god-tier level.

The difference between them was immense.

But before anyone could process their surprise, Leslie struck again, this time taking the offensive.

For the first time since her seclusion, Leslie was unleashing her hidden power, aside from her brief battle with Nidhogg.

The sky darkened as pale, icy winds howled, transforming into sharp tornadoes that tore through the void and barreled toward the Dark Elf Queen.

The Queen quickly reacted, flaring her wings to generate her own twisted windstorms, clashing violently with Leslie's freezing tornadoes.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Their battle escalated in intensity.

In mere breaths, they exchanged dozens of blows, each wave of energy colliding, only to be replaced by the next in rapid succession.

Both the dark elf army and the Azure Kingdom's forces continued to retreat, their faces growing more fearful with each clash.

As the waves of battle washed over them, the dark elf soldiers grew increasingly anxious.

In every exchange, Leslie had the upper hand.

Their own forces were on the brink of collapse, and their last hope was pinned on their Queen.

But not only was she unable to defeat Leslie, she was being steadily overwhelmed.

The Queen's apparent struggle weighed heavily on the soldiers' hearts, casting a deep shadow over their already desperate minds.

If things continued like this, both the Queen and her people would fall here.

Meanwhile, the Dark Elf Queen felt Leslie's image growing sharper, almost as if she were stepping deeper into the Queen's mind with each strike.

Leslie's smile was unsettling, as though she were forcing her way into the Queen's innermost thoughts.

Sensing this, the Dark Elf Queen's attacks grew more brutal, each clash resulting in earth-shaking tremors.

However, when she unleashed an unprecedented mana surge, Leslie's counterattack proved even more terrifying.

A powerful wave of magic crushed forward, pulverizing the Queen's body.

Yet, as a celestial god-tier mage, the Dark Elf Queen's body began to reassemble almost instantly, though strange particles of light seemed to merge into her form during the process.

The Moss Giants, White Tower Tech Guild members, and other allies of the Azure Kingdom were astounded.

Leslie's display of strength had her effortlessly suppressing the Dark Elf Queen—a being so powerful that even their combined forces would struggle to contend with her.

They had assumed they would need the full power of their armies to gradually wear her down, but it turned out they had underestimated Leslie's capabilities.

Their admiration for Leslie intensified, filled with awe and disbelief.

The Dark Elf Queen, held back by Leslie's relentless attacks, was seething with rage.

Realizing her forces' morale was plummeting, she decided to use her most desperate move.

If this continued, her clan would become nothing more than hunted prey, unable to rise again. She had to turn the tide, or all hope would be lost.

"Wherever the night touches, it is the domain of the dark elves. Even you must obey!"

Her voice, filled with majesty, resonated across the battlefield, as if declaring her supreme authority.

The dark elves, whose spirits had been waning, suddenly felt a surge in morale.

Their eyes burned with a feral intensity, as though they had become mindless killing machines, wholly devoted to their Queen's will.

Across the battlefield, the Moss Giants and other soldiers of the Azure Kingdom felt a crushing pressure that slowed their movements.

"A celestial god-tier mage indeed. Without Empress Leslie's unprecedented path, it would likely be us on the defensive today," remarked one of the White Tower Tech Guild researchers, his face grave but tinged with relief.

"Her foresight is unmatched. Let's focus on our task," Stanley said, directing the Moss Giant and White Tower Tech Guild forces, his expression serious as he concentrated on the Dark Elf Queen.

Leslie, however, had anticipated the Queen's desperate outburst.

If the Queen had not taken drastic action, every last dark elf here would be annihilated.

Leslie made no move to strike, merely watching the Queen with a narrowed gaze.

She had passed up several opportunities to severely wound the Queen, waiting for the perfect moment.

In Leslie's mind, killing the Queen outright was far less satisfying than breaking her spirit. Now was that moment.

Leslie's hands formed an ancient hand seal over her chest as she spoke coldly, "Queen of the dark elves, a position of such power is well-suited for my servant."

"Therefore, you shall serve me eternally as my maid!"

As her words fell, countless icy stars rained down from above, each beam of white light illuminating the Dark Elf Queen's form.

Pain instantly contorted her face, and Leslie's presence seemed to pierce into her very soul.

The Dark Elf Queen's heart quaked as an instinctive urge to submit arose within her.

Her elegant face twisted in resistance, aware that if she yielded, she would indeed become Leslie's eternal servant, as foretold.

"Call me Empress!" Leslie's voice was authoritative and unstoppable.

"You… you! Impossible!" The Dark Elf Queen gritted her teeth, biting down so hard she nearly drew blood, fighting the urge with all her might.

But at that moment, Leslie placed her hand firmly on the Queen's shoulder, forcing her down to her knees.

The Queen's body shuddered, her spirit wavering.

"Empress…" came the reluctant but inevitable words from her mouth.

Gasps echoed from all around. The Dark Elf Queen had actually called Leslie "Empress"!

Many could hardly believe their ears.

The Dark Elf Queen herself was breathing heavily, clutching her mouth in disbelief as she stared at Leslie.

How was this possible?

She was the proud Queen of the dark elves, a celestial god of immense power!

She had only ever ruled others—how could she have sworn fealty to anyone else?