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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 · ファンタジー
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The King's Secret Visit

"Is the desert to your liking, Faustina?"

Faustina blinked, lifting her gaze to Ezekiel who had just asked a question. "Huh? Ah—yes," she simply answered.

"I see," Ezekiel smiled gently to her before standing up. "I'll be going somewhere else for a bit. Anakin,"

Anakin nodded, standing up as well. He had this strange look on his face, in which Faustina couldn't really discern. 

"Alright," Anakin answers.

"Faustina," Ezekiel then leans to Faustina as he kisses the back of her palm. "I'd be back soon."

"Lilianne," Ezekiel smiled gently as well before he and Anakin left.

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The two went for a walk to the streets of Magierstadt, without any word said to each other. Anakin doesn't know what else to say, though they have decided earlier they would be needing to talk. And it was Anakin who had initiated them to do so. Yet, he was the one who couldn't evoke a single word.