The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse Chapter 1428: Ossana

What was intended to be a brief nap extended into a profound, three-and-a-half-week slumber—a duration that left Rory completely stunned.

She had never drifted into such a lengthy rest before, at least not while she was in good health and not requiring recovery. Consequently, sleeping for over twenty-one days was never within the realm of her plans.

Upon regaining consciousness, however, she discovered herself in a state of undress, anchored by heavy arms wrapped firmly around her waist. As Klaus’s masculine breath brushed against her cheek, her muscles coiled tight, and a burning flush rushed to her face.

Finding herself cradled within Klaus’s embrace was enough to throw her into a state of absolute agitation.

Yet, after an hour spent disentangling herself from his grasp, she found her attention fixed upon something she had absolutely no business inspecting, especially considering her prior intentions to flee.

While she was devoid of a bra, Klaus was clad only in his shorts. As is the case with any healthy man whose morning arousal serves as evidence of a restful slumber, Klaus’s own member was, even in his dormant state, visibly active.

By some twist of fate—whether fortunate or the opposite—it had shifted along his thigh and made its presence known.

Rory’s eyes locked onto it, and she found herself physically unable to look away.

An inexplicable urge to reach out and touch it suddenly manifested in her mind. Despite her desire to suppress such thoughts, she couldn't compel herself to stop. Instead, she engaged in a silent staring contest, appearing utterly desperate to any outside observer.

"You realize that staring like that makes you look like a creep, don't you?" A voice suddenly echoed from the room's corner, forcing Rory to spin around with a start.

Her gaze settled upon a figure that instantly drained the color from her face. Fear gripped her soul immediately, her body trembling with apprehension.

Sitting in a chair tucked into the shadows was a woman with snow-white hair, long ears, and a distinctive crimson mark upon her forehead. A faint aura of absolute dominance exuded from her, signaling a being far beyond Rory’s ability to contend with.

The visitor was clearly a recently ascended Supreme. Given her amusement, she was either a sadist who took pleasure in tormenting the weak, or she had arrived with peaceful intent.

"Who… who are you, Senior Supreme?" Rory managed to stutter, acknowledging the woman’s elevated station.

"I am Ossana, disciple of the Nameless Elder and spouse to the thief known as Rhazor. I am here to reclaim what belongs to me."

"A-and what would that be?"

"Him," Ossana replied, gesturing casually toward the sleeping form of Klaus.

Rory narrowed her eyes and instinctively shifted her body to shield Klaus from view.

Ossana chuckled at the gesture. "How adorable. It makes me wonder how you intend to protect him from me. You had an entire month in his presence, yet you failed to even get into his pants. Now that I’ve arrived to claim him for the very same purpose, you have the audacity to challenge me?"

She rose with a smirk, her strides slow and deliberate as she approached the bed. "Is the paragon truly so pathetic that he requires an Immortal Lord to intercede on his behalf?"

"What are you talking about?" Rory feigned ignorance, shocked by the woman labeling Klaus as a paragon. She was preparing to refute the claim when the stranger tossed a jade token his way.

"There is no need for denial. He provided me with a method to locate him before he last departed. Regardless of how many times he undergoes reincarnation, I always manage to track him down. To think that the very person I was tasked to execute would turn out to be the same scoundrel who toyed with my heart and fled."

Rory was rendered speechless. Fabricating a lie to a Supreme was impossible. Even if she could lie, the presence of the exact token held by her own family proved that the woman was legitimate. Fighting back was out of the question; she was hopelessly outmatched. Fortunately, Ossana displayed no killing intent.

"When you mentioned you came here to kill him, what did you mean by that?"

"Don't be confused, darling. I am acting under the orders of the Nameless Elder. My objective was simple: verify if he is the true Paragon. If he were, I was to kill him; if he wasn't, I was to kill him regardless."

"That makes no sense. What could possibly be the motive for wanting him dead?"

"I cannot say. Regardless, the command came from my master, and I must fulfill it. However, now that I have identified his true nature, I suppose I can indulge in him one final time—even if he remains asleep—before I end his life."

"So you intend to kill him either way?" Rory’s brow furrowed in frustration. "Are you not the same person who claimed to recognize him, and who he gave the means to track him down?"

Ossana smiled and crawled onto the mattress, curling her body against his. She pulled back the fabric of his shorts with one hand, exposing more of his anatomy.

"Such a magnificent beast," she murmured, her fingers brushing against him and causing a slight twitch. Rory, standing nearby, swatted her hand away, only for Ossana to laugh and cup Rory’s face.

"Would you like to have your turn before I end him? That is my plan, so make your choice."

Rory narrowed her eyes. Despite the terror anchoring her, she defied the Supreme. "What kind of twisted lunatic are you? Klaus has never harmed a soul. Even if he had, killing him as his life is just beginning is entirely unjust.

I have only been with him for a few months, and from what I have seen, he places the needs of others far above his own. A soul like that deserves affection, not hatred. I know that I—"

"You what?" Ossana leaned in close, peering into her eyes as if to plant a kiss.

"I haven’t had the chance to know him as deeply as I wanted. He confessed his heart to me, but I didn't even get to provide an answer. If you take his life, I will lose that opportunity forever—the chance to tell him that I—"

"Go on, you what?"

Tears spilled from Rory’s eyes, her heart shattering under the gaze of the smiling Supreme, who seemed to revel in her distress.

"I love him, too, okay? I played hard to get, but I realize I was only lying to myself!" She dashed the tears from her cheeks and glared at Ossana. "If you want him, you’ll have to go through me first."

Ossana grinned broadly and nodded. Her hand struck out like a blade toward Rory’s chest. Accepting her fate, Rory grabbed Klaus’s hand and squeezed her eyes shut, preparing for the end.

Instead of the anticipated pain, a voice resonated from behind her.

"Ossana, please stop tormenting my future wife."

Rory’s eyes snapped open. She turned to find Klaus gazing at her with a soft smile.

Her cheeks bloated with indignation, and a sharp pout formed on her lips.

Without warning, a fist flew from her, striking Klaus squarely in the face and sending him back into a deep, two-week slumber.

"You punk."

Ossana giggled, pounced on Rory, and wrapped her in an embrace, planting a delighted kiss on her head.