143 Childish Gods

Attie was sick, plain and obvious.

She started feeling under the weather since the day before, but she attributed it to being new to Arfin— and therefore the Southern Lands— after years of growing up in the Steppe. She had chosen to endure it, thinking it would pass. And so she rose early in the morning, wearing a skimpy outfit while she trimmed the lawn and did other household chores relentlessly.

Then she was suddenly blasted by Mia’s Ice-based magic. Heat from her own body mixed with the cold from Mia’s magic had escalated the fever. She was only able to maintain her facade of being healthy until after she prepared lunch for them before she finally collapsed on the dining table.

Ever since she lost the protection from the War God’s Sword, her endurance was not dissimilar to any other girl her age. In fact, it might have been a little worse due to her comfortable years living as the King. She could not bear the fever anymore.