The Witch's Curse
Heartbreak
"My wife....."
Markian was sitting limp next to the royal coffin that became the Queen's last resting place.
The king had just arrived at the funeral parlor and found the body of Queen Cordovan lying stiff in a casket covered with sacred mana. Paladin preserved the body of the Queen so that it could be found well by the King, before going to war with the army of witches.
"We are very sorry, Your Majesty," said all the leaders of the corps at about the same time. Markian opened the chest, and stroked Isyana's hardened face without blood. The usual pink hue seen from both of his cheeks, was gone. Now, there was no more laughter and grunts of annoyed Isyana who was commonly heard by Markian throughout their time together. Duke Gelael has recounted the process of finding Queen Cordovan in a giant rock, Hill Hide, just a moment ago. Later, they brought the Queen's body back to the Land of Cordovan for burial. Moti and Magda did not appear around the area, a knight said that the servants brought by the queen of the Puth Kingdom had not been awakened for several days due to intense shock.
"Gosh...,"
Markian was at a loss for words. Everyone was so wrapped up in deep sadness. However, a voice, electrified the funeral chamber.
"Greetings to His Majesty the King" said a man of great stature and skin as if he had long been exposed to the sun.
"Aren't you an aide to the Crown Prince of the Kingdom of Puth?" Markian tried to remember.
"Yes, Your Majesty. I am Shahrazan. And this is Azzam. The princess's patron knight, or the late Queen Cordovan," Razan said carefully.
"Yes. Thank you for coming here. Now you may go back and deliver this news to His Majesty" the King of Cordovan ordered in a trembling voice.
"I don't think you can, Your Honor," Razan replied optimistically.
"What do you mean?"
"The intent of our two arrivals was to revive the Princess again, Sorry, I'm not, used to summon the Queen. I mean, bring Her Majesty the Queen to life,"
Markian immediately stood up from his position and approached towards Shahrazan while strangling his neck.
"Don't fuck around!" hardik Markian without holding back anger. He doesn't want a dark joke at a time like this.
"Ka.. We are the descendants of the golden dragon, Your Majesty," Azzam said, trying to defend Shahrazan.
"What's? How's it possible?"
"Include me, Your Majesty. I am the Knight of Azzam. I am in charge of becoming the shadow knight of the Princess. When the Princess was kidnapped, I lost track of her. So, I went back to the Kingdom of Puth to report to His Majesty King Zanzabir" Azzam began to explain.
"Yes, Your Majesty. You can ask for his life for failing to protect Queen Isyana" said Shahrazan who had been released from the King's strangulation.
"Continue,"
"After reporting to His Majesty, I am expected to return here with dragon tears, Your Majesty. I also came with the remaining Golden Dragon Knight, Shahrazan," Azzam explained as he showed a crystal bottle filled with sparkling golden water.
"That's amazing!"
"No way!"
"So, the golden dragon clan still exists? That's good news!"
Excited the knights and corps leaders who were in the funeral chamber. Madam Velocia immediately approached Shahrazan and tore the man's skin with a small dagger she was carrying. Red blood flowed, just like humans in general, however, soon the blood stopped, and the scars disappeared.
"Sorry, I have to check the truth of your words" Madam Velocia said as she bowed to Shahrazan. The man smiled and said that it was okay.
"Right, Your Majesty, he is the Golden Dragon Knight," Madam Velocia verified.
King Markian is wide-eyed. He rushed towards Shahrazan's relieved face hue.
"So, say. How do I bring the queen back?" ask Markian in flames.
"We need help, a very powerful magician who can extract dragon tears into an artificial heart to resurrect them" Shahrazan said. No magician could do that if they were on the other side.
"Let me do it, Your Majesty," said Madam Velocia aka the Turin Witch. Shahrazan handed the crystal bottle that Azzam had brought to him.
Madam Velocia approached towards the chest. He began to cast spells and also made ritual dances of soul awakening.
"Shasa, give me the potion. Gentlemen, please lift this chest out under the moonlight," Madam Velocia ordered immediately.
The knights directly carried the Queen's coffin simultaneously.
"Hup. Huh,"
Queen Cordovan's coffin has been placed in the Temple courtyard. Madam re-enacted her ritual dance, this time by pouring out a soul-generating potion and placing the crystal bottle near the queen's split heart.
"Vivanza's chat... Vivavooms.... Varavaanite.... Vircha..."
"Vivanza's chat... Vivavooms.... Varavaanite.... Vircha..."
"Vivanza's chat... Vivavooms.... Varavaanite.... Vircha..."
The truck..
The truck..
Dum...
Dum..
The girls of The Sacred Flowers followed Madam Velocia's dance with gurgles. They are beautiful and eloquent. The girls absorb the moonlight and scatter it around the coffin, towards Queen Cordovan.
"Gavavooomm!"
"Gavavooomm!"
"Gavavooomm!"
The moon's reddish rays spread out and shone all over the surface of the Queen's coffin. King Markian was fascinated by the momentary beauty he saw. The beautiful girls, the beauty of the dance, and the glare of the moonlight fused like intoxicating magic. Everyone doesn't just miss this show. They looked with gazes of admiration and solemnity, as if they should follow a sacred ritual.
Slowly, the shining light penetrated into the heart of the queen.
Everyone is waiting for the miracle that should come.
One minute,
Two minutes, though,
Ten minutes, ten minutes,
There was no reaction.
The crystal bottle broke and the dragon's tears seeped into the queen's heart.
BLAAAR!
The broken bottle suddenly slipped and caught fire.
"Oh, No!!" Shahrazan. Conelly, who had just arrived at the court, could not stop his curiosity. He also pushed towards Razan's voice by passing through several crowds of people who had gathered.
"What's up, Razan?" tanyanya. Shahrazan had already run towards the burning bottle.
"Oh no! It didn't work!" he screamed bitterly. King Markian sat down with a pale face. Hope has vanished. The last hope that could save the Queen is gone.
Conelly approached Shahrazan to calm him down. The big man cried, as did King Markian. Madam Velocia and the girls of The Sacred Flowers were no less hit. They are in their respective places.
"Your Majesty! Lothawat! Wawat!!! The witch army is preparing for battle! Their troops formed a formation in the palace courtyard!"
A decipher sent by Paladin a few hours ago, came with urgent news.
The Markian King, whose heart was broken into pieces, could not delay the battle. He asked for some time to recuperate for a while, before starting to go into the strategy room to prepare a battle force that was three times larger than the time of the first battle.
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