Chainslock

COMPLETED.

(WARNING: R18 on chapter 200+ onwards. This is a SLOW BURN ROMANCE. Read at your own risk.)

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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.

Sustaining the King's Life

Claire Fortunatorum and the nobles who fought alongside her were able to hear the loud explosion northeast. They exchanged knowing glances, and then propelled themselves swiftly by using wind magic.

And then, that's when they saw how the undead queen's mark being melted by the acid rain... however!

"If you want to win," Claire exclaimed, running towards the undead queen as she mixed two proponents of elements: the mix of earth and water, and then strengthened by fire: a weapon that is as sharp as can be, with mixed intricate patterns of engraved spells glowing within it.

"You should aim for her jeweled heart!"

Claire swept her staff forward, evoking a magical chain—her mana materialized—wrapping into the undead queen.

"Foolish!" The undead queen smirked, absorbing the mana— but then, "w-what?"

Rest, Undead Queen