Let's Divorce

A week passed, and the palace was restored to its former glory. The soldiers who had fallen in battle were given a proper burial. The injured soldiers remained in the military hospital, recovering slowly.

Regretfully, the kingdom had lost a few soldiers, but they still had enough strength to defend against any future threats.

Meanwhile, Rara remained unconscious. Dr. Fred, though skilled in healing, knew nothing about magic. And in truth, no one in the kingdom possessed such power—at least, no one dared to, for fear of being persecuted.

But fate, as it often does, had its own course.

The Gods had chosen a witch to guide them, and she came from the Haguar Kingdom, the most powerful kingdom in the world.

As word spread, so did rumors.

People began to whisper that the Haguar Kingdom, with its immense power, brought nothing but misfortune.

Of course, that was not the truth.

The rumors were fueled by jealousy and fear—fear that the Haguar Kingdom's growing power would one day dominate them all, leaving them under its rule for eternity.

As for Dr. Fred, all he could do was provide Rara with a supplement. He had long since given up on treating the magical injuries that plagued her body.

Though Dr. Fred was a renowned physician, sought after by many, his expertise had its limits. When it came to magic, even his skills couldn't reach far enough, and no one could blame him for that.

"Where is she?!"

At the palace gates, Prince Xavier, freshly returned from his time in hiding, was struck with panic upon hearing that Rara was unconscious. Grabbing a soldier by the shoulder, he urgently demanded answers, his voice laced with anxiety.

"My… My Excellency… She's resting in her palace…" the soldier stammered, gasping for air as Prince Xavier released him and took off toward Rara's palace.

A wave of anxiety hit Prince Xavier, and guilt gnawed at him.

A week had passed since he last saw her, and in that time, he had left her with Prince Ariel, never bothering to check on her condition.

Now, he was consumed with self-blame—he had been so fixated on his own desires, longing for her blood, that he had neglected her well-being.

He should have been by her side, taking care of her, protecting her.

But regrets were just that—regrets.

No one could change the past.

The only thing that mattered now was whether he could help her in the present.

Inside Rara's palace, Dr. Fred checked Rara's pulse with a furrowed brow. He turned to the others in the room and sighed, "It's still the same. Her pulse is weak. The physical injuries have healed, but it's been a week, and she should be awake by now."

Queen Lustia wiped away a tear, her face pale as she leaned into King Magdon's embrace. The king's sigh was heavy, filled with concern but also a sense of helplessness.

"Don't worry," he said softly, brushing her hair back. "She'll be fine. Let her rest a bit longer. Let's go."

Dr. Fred and his assistant quietly left the room, allowing the royal couple some privacy.

Queen Lustia shook her head, her voice breaking. "No, you go first. I'll stay here and take care of her."

The king's expression softened as he gazed at his wife.

"You've been here for a week, constantly by her side. You haven't had a moment to rest since then. When will you stop pushing yourself like this? The maid and servants can look after her now. You need to rest."

"It's not the same," Queen Lustia's voice cracked as she spoke, her eyes red from days of endless worry.

"It's been a week since she fell unconscious. The last time, she woke up just a few days after her fever broke. I'm afraid her condition has worsened because of the internal injuries."

Her tears fell freely, staining her pale cheeks. She had longed for a daughter of her own, and when Rara had first called her "mom," her heart had soared.

That moment, that simple word, had touched her in ways she couldn't explain.

She had immediately decided that Rara would be her daughter. And now, seeing her like this—unconscious, fragile—was breaking her heart.

Queen Lustia glanced at King Magdon, her face etched with sorrow.

"Her parents... they're outside the palace. They want to come and live with her here, but Rara... she won't allow it. She says it's safer for them to stay outside the capital. And I understand why."

The queen's voice trembled as she continued, "With everything that happened during the battle, with all the hidden dangers in the palace... Rara's right. It's far too risky. But how can I protect her from this? She's always been so strong, so determined, and now she's lying here, unable to wake up."

King Magdon gently stroked his wife's hair, trying to comfort her, though his own heart ached for their daughter.

She had also asked that her parents' identities be kept secret, to protect them from being exploited by her enemies. The king not only agreed but also sent a few guards to watch over her parents, seeing it as a precaution that would benefit them both.

If Rara were ever blackmailed, it would be disastrous for both her and the kingdom.

"My queen, it's time for you to rest," King Magdon said gently, his voice filled with concern. "I understand how much you care for Rara, but you must look after your own health as well."

Queen Lustia wiped her tears away, but suddenly, she pulled away from his embrace, her frustration boiling over.

"Rest, rest, rest! That's all you ever say! You never cared for Rara like I do! I've always seen her as my daughter! She's in pain, and I feel it too! I wanted to take that pain away, but I don't know how!"

Her words came out in a rush, the dam of her emotions finally breaking. Her tears flowed even faster, mixing with the storm of helplessness inside her.

She had been holding this back ever since Rara's fever had first taken hold.

The king frowned, a hint of irritation flickering across his face.

While he genuinely cared for Rara, especially since he had no daughter of his own, his frustration was growing.

Rara's presence in the palace had become a source of comfort for him, but her illness now posed a dangerous threat.

The Chosen Lady's condition was a secret that couldn't get out. If people learned of it, it would only harm him and the kingdom.

Worse, if anyone discovered that he had sought the help of a witch from that "world," it would be catastrophic. It would be like offering his neck to his enemies.

The human world had been at peace ever since the paranormal had been pushed to the edges of society. People no longer feared their power or influence.

But if word spread that a king of the Haguar Kingdom had turned to the paranormal for help, it would mean the kingdom's doom. The other four kingdoms would surely unite to bring them down, crushing them without hesitation.

The very foundations of his rule—and his life—would collapse.

"Lustia Heiden!" The king's voice was sharp, his frustration apparent.

"You are the queen of the Haguar Kingdom."

"Do you even understand the consequences of getting involved with people from that world? Have you forgotten what happened to your kingdom? To your family?"

The queen froze, her heart tightening with the force of his words. They hit her like an arrow, sharp and unforgiving.

The king immediately realized his mistake, regret flashing across his face. But the words had already left his mouth, and it was too late to take them back.

"What did you say?" His voice softened as he stepped forward, his eyes filled with panic. "Wife... I didn't mean it that way... I—"

But the queen didn't let him finish. She took a step back, her grief evident in her eyes.

"You've finally said it," she said, her voice trembling but sharp. "After more than thirty years together... you've finally said it..."

She let out a bitter laugh, one that sounded more like a sob. "Ha...Hahaha..."

Her laughter was hollow, mocking herself as if she had been waiting for the moment when his true feelings would slip out.

The king's anxiety gripped him, his heart pounding in his chest as he struggled to find the right words to apologize. But it felt as though a heavy stone had lodged itself in his throat, and no matter how hard he tried, his tongue remained numb.

Regret gnawed at him, but the damage had already been done.

The queen's eyes were filled with pain as she spoke, her voice cold. "You must have been disgusted every time you looked at me," she said bitterly. "That's fine too. I'm not suited to be the queen of your perfect world. I'll take Rara and find a healer myself!"

The king's heart tightened, and he stepped forward. "No, Rara is the Chosen Lady of Haguar Kingdom. You can't take her out, and you can't leave the palace."

The queen scoffed, her laughter laced with scorn. "Chosen Lady of Haguar Kingdom? Huh! Don't overestimate yourself so much. She's not just the Chosen Lady of your kingdom—she's the Chosen Lady of every kingdom, including that 'world'!"

"No," the king said, his voice now firm but strained. "You can't leave. You're the queen. If you do, it will be disastrous for the kingdom and its people."

"Queen?" The queen's voice was sharp, her tone dripping with disdain. "I'm sorry, but I never liked that title. A creature like me sitting on the throne beside you… I'm afraid it would only disgust your eyes." Her gaze was firm, filled with determination.

The king's heart raced, and cold sweat trickled down his back. A sinking feeling settled in his chest, a premonition of something disastrous looming ahead.

"What do you mean?" he asked, his voice tight with unease.

"Let's divorce!" she declared, her words cutting through the air like a blade.