“I don’t… I don’t think it’s going to work.” Laylin gazed down at the shimmering water of the spring and shook her head. It was just so absurd. She had hardly absorbed aura once when they were escaping the Palace that night but it was only to save herself from breaking her neck while crossing the wall or she wouldn’t ever take such a risk. Besides, it had taken all her energy to collect enough aura to jump the wall. She was lucky she didn’t twist up her internal organs. Though she wasn’t that knowledgeable about witches and their precious magic, she knew a thing for sure: no witch can absorb aura simultaneously from nature or at will, without injuring her internal organs. But that too if a witch did it for consecutively five minutes, she might even drop dead. Esmer, though, was determined and kept a straight face, “Absorb aura from the water, keep your hands in front of you, and will it to come to you.” She said as if it was a natural phenomenon, not something unheard of. Laylin
Laylin carefully answered, trying to read his mood from his deadpanned expressionless face but really didn’t see his next move coming. ‘THUD!’ “Ack…!” With a swishing sound, Esmer was pushed against the cave's upper dome-like muddy ceiling with his demon shadow as a noose around her neck. “You used my wife for your frivolous experiments?” He calmly questioned, his burning eyes still staring at Laylin whose eyes widened in horror “Sire!” Laylin pushed him away abruptly with widened eyes, “Let her go! Are you crazy?” She shook him but his hardened scowl was persistent. The only thing that changed was the fierce eyes that narrowed to make them more scarier. Rurik clenched his jaw at the demon’s cruelty. He was about to lung at him when he was jolted from the inside. Laylin vibrated with blind rage and willed her aura to launch at his demonic shadow. Rurik was about to slap his forehead at the Princess's foolishness. He had learned the hard way, these tentacles weren’t solid… Huh?
It didn’t make any sense… Her mother was hiding her mark for the first time which could only mean it was no longer there. Her mother was too proud of it to hide it unintentionally. It was a mark that was the identification of the Master or Mistress of Sarang. It appears on its own on the most qualified successor in the generation. The mark did not first appear on her. They were eleven siblings, but only two reached adulthood after the Witch Hunt eight decades ago: Sansy and her mother. Her mother had married and had her first daughter, Valerie, when one day, the mark appeared on Sansy. On a furious power trip, he threw her mother out of the Tribe. His agenda was to monopolize his power and that is when things went south. His ambitions were far bigger than a tiny tribe, he wished to rule the most powerful nation. He wished to show the world a power never seen before. He wished to get his revenge on the Beasts. But humans in population and Beasts in their strength were too big of
“But I foresee a calamity, far greater than what we have faced to strike our descendant if the two world mixes again. The demonic monsters aren’t something we can control and we can’t allow demons to feed on our life auras, either. This is the cause we have come together today because we can’t…” Her head tilted toward the uninterested demon who still seemed less than bothered by the gathering. For a moment hurt flashed in her eyes but then went away without a trace. With pursed lips and determination, she goes on, as if braving her heart, “We can’t seal the Other World gate forever, so instead we will lock it.” A silence fell, men displeased with the proposition. The young Beast King with the bone on the throne was the first to scoff, turning all eyes on him. “Lock it you say, Little Witch. Pray tell who shall have the key?” He seemed displeased at the idea of handing out such strong power in any other hand but his own. Though they seemed to be in a truce, it was obvious they we
The demon tilted his head inquisitively, at her no-nonsense attitude. “You are not going anywhere.” Several tendrils left him and encased them in the air. As Berilla struggled, Valerie just furrowed her brows at how hard he was squeezing their bones. Smirking, he shook his head, “The morons in your time must have cheated fate. Every cheat has a price. You must know well, you paid it.” Valerie gave a faint hum, “Okay. I will do well to remember it.” She turned her head to the side, "Now, Berilla!" With a snap, she threw the luminous glowing magic circle she had drawn behind her in the air. Berilla's eyes widened but she was quick to infuse her aura in it. The demon’s face darkened and both of them disappeared from there without a trace. ...... Both of them fell on their hands and feet but couldn't help vomiting the contents of their stomachs. They had been falling for an hour now. “Argh… Were you trying to kill me?!” “I just saved your life!” “You almost killed me!” With a
The episode in the lake and the escape from the palace had changed their relationship but he could see she was more gentle and shy with him since she got to know about the mark. If he had an inkling of how it would mellow down his royal tsundere wife, he would have told her right away. “...I shouldn’t have done it, is that what you are thinking?” She asked, peering up at him. His face was void of any expression and it was making her fidget with anxiety. She has been trying to read his expressions for a while now. Furrowing his brows, he smiled. “No, You did well. Threaten anyone you like, I’ll back you up.” Laylin blinked at him. ‘Did he think she went around making threats?’ Though she thought that, she just tilted her head. “I’ll remember your generosity.” It was never a bad thing to have a man like him backing her. Though they might end up losing their lives under the mad wizard, it was an assurance. He gave a nod, as another thought came to him, “You think witches can stop
Esmer thought of it over and over again but reached a conclusion she will face her darkest fear. She will tell her daughter about their relationship. She still remembered that day as vividly as if it was yesterday. The recently crowned King of Ehan had taken over the throne and, to celebrate the occasion, had taken in three wives. The Queen was infuriated at his betrayal and had decided to go to the Summer villa on the majestic mountain of Gazy. They were both in a carriage and her little daughter was weeping in her arms asking her not to fight with her father again. She was about to answer her when the carriage suddenly jerked about on a plane road on an uneventful day. Queen Esmeralda felt her heart burst with the ominous premonition. Then it all happened in mere seconds. She opened her window to see what it was but the next thing she knew her carriage was flipping down the mountain. With the sudden fall, she only had enough time to throw her young daughter out of the window. He
Done with his work, he was taking a tray with something steaming hot on it. From what Laylin had told him of when he was unconscious, the woman might have just come to take a look to alleviate her guilt before planning to disappear again to lick her wounds With how she was hiding in the forest at the time of the ritual, he could tell she had no intention of even seeing her supposed beloved daughter. How could such a person ever be an anchor to anyone? She knew her daughter was a hated Mistress here and she was also aware her daughter was a motherless child in Ehan's court but Laylin wasn't good enough in both instances for her to step up. Most notably, Laylin's previous stunt proved something. She was desperate to get away from him enough to poison him. Though the Princess was rather content with him now, he knew he was no good man. She might not feel this way after this newly acquired Honeymoon period fades away. He was scarred by her attempt. He would be a moron to give her a h