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Sustaining the King's Life

COMPLETED. (WARNING: R18 on chapter 200+ onwards. This is a SLOW BURN ROMANCE. Read at your own risk.) ** On a secluded mountain situated upon a kingdom known as Feuersturm, resides a seemingly trifling cabin with an unlikely duo as its inhabitant—a witch, and her apprentice who presumably comes from a clan sought after by slave traders. Faustina is a sixteen-year-old girl who fled the slave market with the help of a sickly witch named Eula, who later on trained her as an apprentice for the span of seven years. Plagued with a mysterious disease for several years, Eula died despite the efforts Faustina had exerted to cure her; in her last breath, she left an odd request behind. "Sustain the king's life. This is your duty. Do not adhere to the prophecy." To which the odd plea shadowed a bizarre series of events, a consequential sentence; similar to that of a premonition. The same night the phrase was muttered, the chain of events followed: A warlock's intrusion to their home, with a peculiar yearning to resurrect Eula from the dead... and the king himself, asking for Faustina’s aid.

Chainslock · Fantasy
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284 Chs

A Toast for the New Students of Magierstadt

After the speech of Professor Yoan, the students were escorted into the academy's Great Hall. The Great Hall, which was the largest space inside the academy, had long rectangular tables able to fit at least three hundred students each.

In those tables were students like them. Faustina had felt more anxious than ever as she stares at the entirety of the great hall. She had never even dreamed of such a strange and splendid place. It was lit by the artificial fireflies that were floating in midair over the long tables, where the rest of the students were sitting. These tables were laid with scintillating golden plates and chalices. At the top of the hall was another long table where the teachers were sitting. The fireflies floating around the vicinity looked like warm lamps that had rivaled the lambent candlelight. Faustina lifted her head as she sees a velvety dark ceiling.