webnovel

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 · Kỳ huyễn
Không đủ số lượng người đọc
284 Chs

Odd Last Words

"Now… it is time to feed."

Faustina stared at the princess slowly transforming to the man she had seen in her nightmares. The undead princess' rotten flesh gradually transpired into a man's pale skin. Soon her maggot-infested eye became red as ruby and then her height which was about Faustina's grew along with her physique.

Not long after, the undead princess looked exactly as HIM.

The one who had haunted Faustina over and over again.

"My, my. Such a violent young miss." Jonathan says, smiling. "Eula raised such a barbaric young lady."

"I am going to conjure a spell to let her live again. My dear Eula. Ooh, Eula... Eula, Eula! I am going to bring you to your former glory. Necromancy is the key to your eternal life, my love!"

"I can't believe it. A Heilen blood, the king himself, the Sword of Feuersturm. Oh! The prophecies, the prophecies... Eula, Eula... Eula!"