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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.

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The Dark Castle: Many years ago

"WHERE'S MY FOOD!"

"Aah! The princess is being impatient! We have to get going!"

Leviticus watched as the two women headed forward and took the right turn. Leviticus blinked several times.

"They're… human."

They were indeed human. He sensed not much mana from them. Leviticus frowned—of course, it wasn't hard to track what they were talking about.

The undead king and (a maid?) having an affair.

Leviticus then remembers the portrait he had seen in the books—the king and the maid in the family picture!

"Does this mean that I'm… back in the…"

"…past."

Leviticus blinked as he turned towards the side.

A maid with long lashes and jewel-like eyes with a porcelain skin was staring at him. She then reached her hand to Leviticus and as her fingertips touched the wood he conjured with magic. And in an instant, it shattered into nothing but a flicker of golden mist—down to its basic form - mana.

"Wh-what… who are you?"