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Eternal Love of a Witch

Thomas Phyla, Prince of the Megalima Kingdom, who had been cast out of his throne and cursed by the White Wizard, happened to cross paths with Amara Iris, a Witch who had been imprisoned for hundreds of years. Iris used Thomas as a means of escape from the swamp of death, but when she realizes how much he is suffering as a result of the White Wizard's curse, she feels driven to work with the Prince to break the spell and keep Thomas by her sides as a soul mate. Because of the White Wizard's curse, Thomas was always at risk of passing away, he always died and occasionally came extremely close to passing away. When Morgan Lloyd, the werewolf who is thought to have killed his pack, shows up, everything becomes a complete mess. Iris is confused when the man suddenly decides to make her his life-and-death partner. Iris will do what? Will she leave with Morgan as the wolf's lover or stick by Thomas until the end and aid him in breaking the White Wizard's curse? "You are mine as long as we are linked!" Iris. "Whatever happens, I won't leave you." Thomas. "We must be together. You are my partner. Don't look at other men!" Morgan. Which choice will Iris make? A journey filled with murder, sacrifice, love, and warmth begins!

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PRASH!

The water splashed onto the ship and splashed whatever was in it, including Rosaline, who had been smiling broadly at Yuxie.

"What the hell?!" Rosaline snorted. She never mustered the sea to throw herself. The red-haired Mermaid looked up and found a huge black shadow enveloping the ship.

"Tommy!" Iris shouted. She hugged Litzy tightly, afraid she would be dragged by the seawater.

Thomas spread his devil wings and a black shadow danced behind his body. One hand handheld Lion and the other held Morgan. He landed on the floor and put the two comrades down slowly.

"Wonderful, the Devil." Rosaline was stunned by the pair of black wings on Thomas' back and subconsciously licked her lips, her fingers intertwined with trembling. "You weren't influenced by my flute from the start, were you?"

Iris coughed, she got up and looked at Thomas.