101. The witch of the cave

The King of the South climbed down from his carriage and looked at the forest in front of him. The forest was dark and green with a pungent smell. The king stepped on the muddy ground. The footprint of his leg formed with a sticky sound. He looked back through his shoulder at another carriage that carries the coffin of Leserli. Two soldiers jumped down from the rider's seat, they gulped in fear and wandered their eyes around.

"Where are we, MiLord?" A soldier said.

"That's none of your concern, just follow me." The King said.

The soldiers glanced at each other and took out the coffin from the carriage. The king first went into the eerie jungle and the soldiers followed him with the coffin held in their hands. They looked at the body of Leserli, fresh and beautiful.

"She doesn't look dead." A soldier whispered to the other.

"I know. It looks like she's just sleeping." The other soldier whispered back.