Laylin leaped to stand on the railing too. The whole crowd was dead silent as Ambrose took an angry stride in her direction. It seemed Princess Scarlet realized the situation she was in. She staggered back several steps trying to flee but the man accompanying her held her by her shoulders from the back. In quick movements, he snatched the wolf's head from her hand and threw it on the floor. With a loud blaring shriek, it released fumes that consumed both of them. A heavy wave penetrated the air, sending them all flying away. Laylin collapsed on the King’s throne while others weren’t this lucky. Frantically, she leaped on her foot to see Ambrose standing there with a rustic spear struck in his abdomen. “Oh Lord,” she whispered, feeling the heavily disturbed natural auras in the air. Something malicious had entered the air and she felt the temperature had eerily dropped. She felt weak to her bones as if something was squeezed out of her. “What the hell is this thing to injure him l

“Sire!” She tried to separate them but Ambrose looked murderous. His eyes glazed. He must be losing his senses. The poison was supposed to dull them... It was getting out of hand and he wasn’t letting him go. She raised her hand to use her aura but the shattering of glass beat her. The guards outside must have found a way in because of the voices. A second later a commotion broke out “Sire, we need to leave!” He turned to her, his eyes livid. She knew at once he wanted to fight to take back his throne instead of leaving. Rurik flailed about, struggling to breathe as Ambrose choked him with one hand. “...Sire, I wish to leave. You can come back but you are poisoned now. Both of us will die.” Looking into his eyes, she felt herself go numb under his blank stare before she finally summoned the courage to push him away from the dying man and he let her. Rurik fell on the floor, coughing ad wheezing. The King turned to her before he wordlessly stepped away from Rurik. The commotion h

“What in the seventh hell is that thing?” She was lost for words in her fear-induced state but that shock didn’t last long. That thing was nearing the unaware band of soldiers who were led by Rurik who was running while screaming hysterically. In the commotion, they might have mistaken the camouflaged monster for tree leaves. The beast crouched ready to snatch one of them with his pointy sharp sword-like toes when Laylin shot her aura at the monster and threw Rurik in the air. The monster shrieked deafeningly and the soldiers finally realized the presence of the uninvited guest. A good distraction. She almost smirked. Rurik who was in the air landed finally. After a massive collision, he crashed right beside her. The tiles beneath him gave out. With one look at her, he crawled back shaking and wheezing. In agitation and rage, he lowly mumbled, “How could you do this to me?! How could you throw me to them…?!” He went on with his rant but her focus was on the monster who had recoil

“You can call me Esmer, Esmer of Ehan.” Laylin's eyes snapped up at her in surprise. The witch was insanely powerful, much more powerful than Berilla so she wasn't surprised that she wasn’t a resident of Rakhbar but Ehan wasn’t a witch-friendly place either. Rurik too looked pointedly at the Princess of Ehan. Laylin too decided to imply. Her foot was pricked by something on the rough path. “Did you happen to see me in Ehan? I noticed you knew us already. If it isn’t much to ask, can you elaborate on how you were so quick to recognize that we needed your help?" She inspected her sore foot and waited for the witch's answer. The witch was a suspicious character. They walked the roughly paved path. Laylin could see the silhouette of the hut already. “I live in a village nearby. Words travel fast, beside you don’t look like a Rakhbari at all.” Snorting, Laylin turned to give her another look, “You don’t look the part of a Rakhbar citizen either, in fact, you don’t look like you

Laylin turned to her and took the paste from her hand. “I’ll go to Sarang and ask for what my aunt owes me. When we are on the subject, what did you mean by the witches have returned back and how do you know it?” “The Foretold came true.” the witch murmured, her face bleached in sorrow. “The Sarsang Tribe will be discussing how they are going to proceed from there. They must be looking for ways to close the gates to the other world. Witches naturally attract demonic entities so they will likely be the first to feel threatened.” Laylin stilled, her strange dreams came to mind. “…Foretold?” Esmer stared at the Princess for a while before sighing, “You were to die today with your husband. A new destiny began. Though nothing about Foretold is realistic. It's like a seer's prediction." "Witches have known about the Foretold for far longer than humans or beasts. A popular one is, Foretold could only come true if fate was cheated. Fate can only be cheated by something unnatural that break