Help! I Became A Guy In A BL Novel!-Chapter 260: Aurum Sword

Riven narrowed his eyes at Leon, making his way towards them. He was coming over to challenge Soren and put an end to the war like Riven requested, just not the way he wanted.

Still a whole war over him?! Riven was confident sure, but even he did not believe he was worthy of wars being fought over him-

Seeing how aggressively Leon was making his way towards them, Riven quickly blurted, "We need to retreat! We can’t win this!"

Literally, what was happening? Why was there a whole war? He just wanted to have fun! But alas, the consequences of messing with male leads are too dire!

"Just wait, Riven..." Soren’s gaze narrowed at Leon, who was approaching quickly.

All of their soldiers were fending off the lions, no one was there to stop Leon... Other than Soren, of course.

And then—just when it seemed like Leon would reach Soren’s line, his sword raised high—

A sharp voice rang across the battlefield, cutting through the chants, the clash of steel, and the dust.

"I would stop if I were you."

The entire battlefield froze. Even Leon’s hand paused. Riven’s heart thudded in his ribcage as he saw the source of the voice.

Ronan sat tall on his horse as the tension in the air snapped like a pulled bowstring. The cries and clashing steel from the battlefield fell into silence the moment his voice rang out—firm, commanding, undeniable.

Riven wondered, ’Oh, so they don’t mind using horses for war, good to know.’

He hadn’t needed to raise his voice. The mere presence of his army flooding and surrounding the battlefield was enough to instil fear among everyone.

Hundreds of soldiers now stood behind him, armour glinting in the rising sun, banners of the central wolf clan fluttering with authority. This was not a force meant to bluff—it was meant to conquer.

Beside him, Raphael sat in full armour, clearly he was excited, mostly because he could show off in front of Riven. Raphael had been waiting for this moment almost as long as he had. All their planning and secret movements have led to this moment.

But what truly stole the air from every chest was not the numbers, or Raphael, or even Ronan himself.

It was her.

She stood between them like a deity from legend—long golden hair cascading over her back, blue eyes like icy judgment. She wore no armour, only an elegant white and gold dress that clung to her form.

She got off her horse and stood firm. In her right hand, she held a sword—not ceremonial, but real, forged and heavy, its blade had the insignia of a lion.

She didn’t speak.

She didn’t need to.

Her gaze locked onto Leon, unwavering, as if reading every thread of pride and fury and guilt tangled in his soul. She read him like a book. Leon would turn his face away, but he could not. He was frozen in shock, not fear, but just shock.

Ronan turned to give Riven an assuring smile. His little mate—always so bold, so stubborn. He had gone off to this godsforsaken town to settle this matter on his behalf. He found it adorable and sweet.

Ronan had planned differently. He’d expected to let the town fall fully into Leon’s hands. That would’ve justified a swift and brutal reclamation. None of the clans would raise questions since Leon would have violated the treaty first, and he would not have to adhere to those terms anymore.

But then Riven intervened. So his plans had to change. His mate did not want war. Ronan knew that.

So Ronan adjusted. He called in his favour. He changed the board.

And now, the trump card.

The woman by his side was not just a warrior. She was something more. A symbol. A ghost of a past long buried, a name no one dared speak aloud in political halls. She was... Leon’s oldest sister.

That was why Leon froze. Not because of Ronan. Not because of the army. But because she stood there without speaking, without lifting her sword, and still made him terrible.

She was not there to kill.

She was there to remind him: he was not invincible.

Ronan’s jaw tightened, just this woman was enough for that proud king to hesitate and back down.

She had not spoken a single word, and yet she had done what an entire army couldn’t.

Leon took a step back. Just one. But Ronan saw it. Everyone did.

She still held the sword — its edge gleaming like divine retribution — but her gaze never softened. No warmth in her eyes. No joy at seeing her brother again. Just a hard, ancient disappointment.

Leon’s lips parted. "You shouldn’t be here."

Finally, she spoke.

"I should be the one saying that," Catalina replied, her voice like the winter wind, sharp and cold. "Waging a war. Breaking the treaty signed by all four clans. You bring shame to our family."

A murmur rippled through the soldiers of both factions. Soldiers from the Lion Kingdom stiffened. They recognised her instantly now, the firstborn princess of the royal line. Their king’s older sister. The one who vanished after their father’s death.

Catalina, the Aurum sword.

Her presence brought discomfort. Not just because of her title or the glimmering sword she held pointed at their king, but because of what she represented. An unrest among the royal family.

Among the three princesses, she had been the fiercest. The most beloved by the late king... She was also favoured by the Dowager Queen... And considering how the kingdom was matriarchal... Wouldn’t she be the one to ascend the throne? But no, it was the youngest male child, Leon, who ascended the throne and became the king. freeweɓnovel-cøm

The second princess and the first princess rarely showed up in public, they had been living a secluded life. Only the third princess still made public appearances, but she never hid the fact that she did not get along with the king.

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