KING IN THE NORTH
chapter 41 under the world

When he realized Olive was already in a large cage that can accommodate his body weight. The cage is like deliberately hung on the ceiling of the cave Olive looking around where the sound of water droplets from the ceiling of the cave. Olive looked up, and no wonder the air was so humid maybe this cave was in the depths of the ground. There was only torchlight per few niches and it did not really help his poor eyesight . Olive wished she could take a few drops of water because she was so thirsty .

Olive looked out of the cage that locked her body, and Olive's surprised step when she realized the rumbling sound was coming from under the big cage hanging, Olive immediately looked for a gap to be able to see down.

And what he found was a big cup bigger than the cage he was in. The cup contains something that rolls like a melting incandescent mahma,

Olive still doesn't know who intends to boil it alive.

Olive's last memory was a dark-robed creature standing by the window of her room, moments before I knew who Olive thought a witch was, she started swinging a small stick that made Olive remember nothing until she woke up in this terrible place.

"I'm glad you woke up a little creature."

The voice startled Olive, Olive immediately searched where the voice came from.

And suddenly some originally dim torches suddenly lit up brighter. Olive could see more clearly a woman who had just come out of one of the hallways, the woman was still flicking her fingers as if she was reciting a spell and in an instant the pitch-black smoke came out of the big cup and made Olive's vision blur again for a while.

"Do you remember me young girl? "

Of course, Olive remembered the human-headed snake had almost torn his body if Prince Artur had not come to save him at that time.

"Latuza." whispered Olive to recognize the head, although this time the human body that appears more dominant.

Latuza started walking towards him, his black hair fluttering even though there was no moving air at all in the damp cave. Olive believes the hair moves on its own. Closer then Olive realized it was not the hair but the heads of small snakes that dangled like terrible unraveling hair.

"What is this place? "

"This is a small punishment after your beloved burned down my palace and my loyal followers."

"Why are you doing this to me? " there was nervousness on Olive's lips when he dared to ask her, although he knew the possibility that she would only be boiled like a variety of spell-making recipes.

"Because my King will do anything for you young girl."

"Your calculations are wrong, and he'll never be willing to mention my name again" I think Olive believes it's right to measure his own hatred for King Alzov this time. It seems like King Alzov was, too, because no man hated by the ruler of the North exceeded his hatred for Lady Claire, and she was his mother now, Lady Claire was his mother... Olive reminded her brain again.

"It seems that your efforts will be in vain, just so you know she will thank you if you kill me right now," Olive's laughter clearly mocked Latuza, "because I'm Lady Claire's daughter, I'm not afraid of dying either."

"Don't try to trick me young girl."

Latuza's eyes widened

realizing the truth of the girl in front of him.

"You seem to know him better than I do."

Latusa's face turned sour, realizing her folly, as she should have known from the beginning, too many similarities between them. She's Claire's daughter....

"I'm sorry if I let you down" Olive sneered once again.

Latusa began to shout loudly throwing the offering cup with her magic wand, until the cup full of spells overflowed it pental to tear down the cave wall when finally the object exploded like dynamite. The water from the cup even made the chunks of stone melt like liquid candles, Olive could only see her horrified.

Realizing his efforts would be in vain Latuza immediately thought hard. He doesn't want to give up just like that. King Alzov has ravaged his palace and slaughtered all his loyal followers, maybe this young girl is no longer useful but anyway she's Claire's daughter there must be more to him than her King.

Artur....

Latuza's cunning wits soon devise a new plan, if King Alzov is too insubstantial for him, Artur's blood may still be in his possession.

Latuza felt she had no choice after decades of devotion to King Alzov did not make King Alzov quite compassionate. Instead, the king simply ignored it like a useless piece of trash, and all because of the presence of a human child. Latuza who was dominated by jealousy at that time finally made it even more wretched Latuza had lost everything, even his existence this time was no better than a mole that hid in a dirty sewer. Latuza has to live hiding from the interference of other witches who may still hold a grudge from his arrogant past as long as he becomes the only witch who gets nowhere near Rajana.

After losing the palace and his followers Latuza hid in an underground cave at the bottom of a life-sucking lake, because that's the only place he felt safe. Latuza became like a serpent who fostered his hatred for the ruler of the North.

It was that hatred that finally gave the power to rise again, when King Alzov's heart was impossible for him, immortality would still be something of interest to witches like him.

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