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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

Be at Peace, Mother

276: Be at Peace, Mother.

"Aagh! AH!"

Faustina heaved as the essence of lust drew into the dagger, back into her own body.

And then…

Her staff's broken gem—

Slowly grew!

The gem was growing on itself.

"Each of their essence is YOUR power," he said. "Only you can stop the prophecy and end this." Ezekiel said without looking at Faustina. "Go!"

Faustina did not waste time as she rushed towards the warlock generals.

"Lust, you fool…!" Said envy, trying to fight off Faustina. With the help of the duke, Envy was pinned to the ground.

"No… I beg of you!" Said Envy, trying to gain sympathy from Faustina, trying to toy with her emotions. He could use her human heart as her very own—

Weak…ness…?

Envy coughed blood as Duke Feuerlon buried his sword into his body.

"Faustina," said the duke. "These are murderers. The lives of many will be lost if they will exist."

Faustina thinned her lips.