233 To Find the Truth

The clock hand had strike into the numeral IX—beneath the moonlit night, another soul had yet again resurfaced. He slowly opened his sapphire-blue eyes, only to see the girl in his arms sleeping soundly, with cheeks vibrant yet again.

Did the first king succeed?

He glanced around, seeing no one was there. Did the first king succeed in defeating the warlock general? It seems like it, given Faustina was alive now.

The king stopped to stare and examine Faustina's face. Just this short amount of time, and she was already in this state.

"As I thought… it wouldn't be a good thing." He murmured.

Maybe he was too careless. Jonathan Unsterblich seemed to be more interested in her than he had expected. Perhaps it would be better if she returns to Feuersturm for now.

Away from the trouble.

"Your majesty…"