Chapitre 49: Chapter 49
Scarlet Overkill paced the floor of her lavish lair, crimson nails tapping against her chin as she contemplated her next move. The Crown Jewels were her ultimate prize, a symbol of power and prestige that would cement her status as the greatest supervillain of all time.
However, to pull off such a daring heist, she would need a team of capable henchmen - individuals who could execute her plans with precision and unwavering loyalty. As if on cue, a knock sounded at the door, and Scarlet knew her potential recruits had arrived.
"Send them in," she commanded, her voice dripping with confidence.
The doors swung open, and a group of eager individuals filed into the room. Scarlet's keen eyes scrutinized each one, sizing them up and assessing their potential.
Scarlet Overkill studied the four individuals before her, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Welcome, my potential new recruits," she purred, her gaze sweeping over them. "I have a task that requires the skills of the best and brightest."
The Sumo Wrestler, SumoSlam, stepped forward, his massive frame dwarfing the others. "We are at your service, Scarlet Overkill," he rumbled, his deep voice resonating through the room.
Next, the Android, Killer Eye, its gleaming metal chassis reflecting the light. "I am ready to assist in any way necessary," it stated, its tone cold and calculated.
The Viking, Voldar, gripped his axes tightly, his weathered face set in a determined expression. "For the glory of conquest, I will follow your lead."
Finally, the evil scientist, the Inventor, with his wild, Einstein-esque hair, cleared his throat. "I have the perfect devices to aid in your plans, Scarlet Overkill," he said, a gleam in his eyes.
Scarlet nodded, impressed by the varied skills and abilities of her potential henchmen. "Excellent. Then let us discuss the task at hand..."
Scarlet was about to discuss the plan with her new henchmen when Herb barged in, looking panicky. "Honey! You need to see this!"
Scarlet raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, irritation flickering across her features. "This better be important, Herb. I'm in the middle of a crucial recruitment meeting."
Scarlet Overkill's crimson-painted lips tightened into a thin line as Herb turned on the television, the screen flashing with breaking news.
"This is Chet Ubetcha reporting live from London, where an extraordinary event has unfolded," the newscaster announced, his voice laced with disbelief. "A small yellow child known as Bob has been crowned the King of England, with the Phantom Spider by his side."
Scarlet felt a surge of rage course through her veins. How dare this upstart villain and his bumbling henchmen steal the spotlight that rightfully belonged to her?
"According to eyewitness reports, the Phantom Spider and his Minions infiltrated the Queen's procession, stealing the Crown Jewels," Chet continued, the footage showing the chaotic chase through the streets of London. "Remarkably, the Minion Bob was able to pull the legendary Sword from the Stone, leading to his coronation as the new King of England."
Scarlet's nails dug into the palms of her hands as she listened, her fury mounting with every word. The Inventor, SumoSlam, Killer Eye, and Voldar watched in stunned silence, unsure of how to react.
"The Phantom Spider and his Minions have been pardoned for their actions, as the authorities deemed the coronation of King Bob a legally binding event," Chet reported, much to Scarlet's disbelief. "This is truly an unprecedented turn of events."
Herb glanced nervously at his wife, sensing the storm brewing within her. "Scarlet, darling, I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation for all of this," he said, his voice tinged with concern.
Scarlet whirled around, her eyes blazing with an intensity that made even the hardened villains before her shrink back. "Reasonable?" she hissed, her voice dripping with venom. "That pathetic excuse for a villain has stolen my rightful place as the greatest supervillain of all time!"
The Inventor cleared his throat, trying to interject. "Perhaps we could-"
Scarlet silenced him with a glare. "No," she snarled. "I will not rest until I have reclaimed my crown. The world will tremble at the mere mention of my name, and that imposter Phantom Spider will bow before me."
Herb placed a tentative hand on Scarlet's shoulder, his expression one of concern. "Darling, please, let's think this through-"
"Enough!" Scarlet snapped, shrugging off his touch. She turned to her henchmen, her eyes gleaming with determination. "Prepare yourselves, my minions. We are going to London, and we are going to show the world who the true queen of crime is."
With that, Scarlet swept out of the room, her crimson dress billowing behind her. The Inventor, SumoSlam, Killer Eye, and Voldar exchanged uneasy glances, wondering what they had gotten themselves into. Herb sighed, knowing there was no stopping Scarlet when she was like this. He hurried after her, determined to keep her from doing anything too reckless.
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I, the Phantom Spider, gazed up at the magnificent Windsor Castle, its grand towers and turrets standing tall against the sky. I could hardly believe we had made it this far, my minions and I.
As a butler approached, I straightened my posture, channeling an air of confidence and authority. "Greetings," I said, my voice low and commanding. "I am the Phantom Spider, and this is the new King of England - King Bob."
The butler's eyes widened slightly as he took in our presence. "Your Majesty," he said, bowing respectfully to Bob. "We have been expecting you." He turned to me, "And you, good sir, are most welcome."
I glanced over at Bob, watching as the minion stood tall, a look of pure delight on his face. It was almost comical, seeing this small, yellow creature crowned as the ruler of England. But I had to admit, there was a certain charm to it.
The butler gestured for us to follow, leading the way into the castle. I fell into step beside him, my gaze sweeping over the grand halls and ornate decor. "This place is quite impressive," I remarked, my tone a mixture of amusement and admiration.
"Indeed, sir," the butler replied. "Windsor Castle has been the home of our monarchs for centuries." He paused, casting a sidelong glance at me. "And now, it seems, it shall be the domain of your...companion."
I couldn't help but chuckle at that. "Yes, well, the world is full of surprises, is it not?" I said, my eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief.
As the grand double doors swung open, I led Bob, Kevin, and Stuart into the magnificent halls of Windsor Castle. A row of prim-looking maids and butlers stood at attention, their postures ramrod straight.
"Welcome, Your Majesty," the head butler intoned, his voice rich and formal. The staff bowed in unison, their movements precise and rehearsed.
I glanced over at Bob, who was practically bouncing with excitement. The other minions wore matching grins, their eyes darting around, taking in the opulent surroundings.
"Thank you," Bob squeaked out in his high-pitched voice, drawing a few curious glances from the staff.
"Please, allow us to show you to your quarters," the butler said, gesturing for us to follow.
As we traversed the lavish corridors, the minions scurried about, poking and prodding at everything in sight. Kevin paused to admire a vase, running his fingers over the intricate patterns. Bob stumbled upon a suit of armor, letting out a delighted gasp as he examined it from every angle.
"Wow, look at this, Boss!" he exclaimed, tugging on my sleeve. "It's like a big metal man!"
I chuckled, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Yes, Bob, it is quite impressive. Now, let's not fall too far behind, hmm?"
The minions reluctantly fell back in line, their eyes still darting around eagerly. I could practically see the cogs turning in their minds, dreaming up all sorts of mischief they could get into within these grand halls.
As we approached a set of ornate double doors, the butler cleared his throat. "Here we are, Your Majesty. Your personal chambers."
Bob's eyes widened, and he let out an excited squeal. "Our own rooms! Can we explore, Boss? Please, please, please?"
I couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm. "Of course, Bob. Go on, all of you. Explore to your heart's content."
The minions needed no further encouragement, darting through the doors and disappearing into the lavish suite, their joyful chattering echoing through the corridor.
I reclined on a plush chaise lounge, my feet propped up as a skilled masseuse worked her magic. The warm summer sun filtered in through the grand windows of the castle, bathing me in a soothing glow. After the whirlwind events of the day, this moment of tranquility was exactly what I needed.
I chuckled softly as the sound of muffled laughter and clattering echoed from down the hall. No doubt my minions were causing all sorts of mischief, much to the chagrin of the palace staff. I made a mental note to check on them later, but for now, I was content to simply bask in the luxury that surrounded me.
The masseuse's skilled fingers worked out the last of the tension in my calves, and I let out a contented sigh. "Excellent work," I murmured, my eyes half-lidded. "You have a real talent."
"Thank you, sir," she replied, her voice soft and melodic. "It is my pleasure to serve the new king's right-hand man."
I couldn't help but smile at that. The idea of being considered the Phantom Spider, the Goliath Slayer, and now the "right-hand man" to the newly crowned King Bob was still a bit surreal. But I had to admit, I was enjoying the perks that came with it.
As the masseuse moved on to my feet, I allowed my mind to wander. I thought about the events that had led me here, from my chance encounter with Hestia to my foray into the world of villainy. It was a far cry from the mundane life I had once led, and yet, I wouldn't trade it for anything.
A sudden burst of laughter drew my attention back to the hallway, and I craned my neck to catch a glimpse of the minions' antics. I couldn't help but shake my head in amusement. Those three were a handful, but they were my handful.
With a contented sigh, I settled back into the chaise, letting the soothing motions of the masseuse lull me into a state of blissful relaxation.
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