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“She is not of this realm. Why defy the law?”
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Amber POV
“You witch! Do you think you can get away with what you’ve done?”
“We’ve suffered enough because of your schemes!”
“You don’t deserve to live!”
“Die, witch! Die!”
Ungrateful sons of a b*@hes!
They should be celebrating that their kingdom has finally been purified—yet here they are, still clinging to their grudges.
Lamia and Vischer stood tall as the nobles up the balcony shouts at them like savage beasts.
“What are they doing here, unlocked from their cages?” I scoffed, snapping my fingers. In an instant, we were transported to the King’s bedchamber.
“Huh? What am I doing here?” Gael muttered, startled that he’d been brought along with me and Zale.
There, before us, lay the King of the West—Zale’s father, peacefully resting on his bed. The sight made me laugh under my breath.
“Seems the King is still recovering from the poisoning,” Gael said, glancing at the motionless figure.
This fat old man.
I tilted my head. “Oh? Is that so? Zale recovered long ago. So did the rest of the kingdom.”
Without warning, I snatched Gael’s sword from his side. The blade felt light in my hands as I raised it above the King’s stomach.
“What makes him so special that he remains unconscious?” I said, stretching my arm as the blade hovered above his stomach.
“Princess! What are you—!” Gael’s words broke as the King’s eyes flew open.
“Aaah! What are you doing?!” he cried, his voice trembling as the sword pierced the mattress beside him instead of his body. I grinned, satisfied.
“Not quite unwell after all, are we?” I said, still gripping the hilt.
“Your Highness! You’re alive,” Gael remarked with mock relief, clearly beginning to understand what was truly happening.
“Father! You’re awake,” Zale said calmly. The King, pale and shaken, stared at me in disbelief.
“Zale, my child… yes, I’ve recovered. I feel light now,” the King said hesitantly.
“Oh? And for how long has that been?” I asked, leaning against the sword.
“For—wait! You! Why did you do this? You tried to kill me! The King of the West? This is treason!” he shouted, his tone shifting to anger as he tried to regain authority.
“So what if it is?” I replied sharply. “Your so-called great ancestors committed far worse crimes.”
His eyes widened.
“You lie in your filthy bed while your son risks his life to fix the mess your bloodline created.” I raised the sword again, pointing it directly at him.
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