Chapter 042 - Cursed Witch

Klevon lays me on my bed. My bed, because he enters my room instead of the King. Two guards are behind him, hesitating about what to do. They are given orders to guard me in the King’s room, not in my room. “The King… the attack…” I start.  He presses on my forehead, which forces me back to the bed. “Stay with your guards, Kaiya. You’re not in a position to worry about someone. You look sick.” “I am not sick! I still go about my daily duties!” “Fine. Not sick, but weak. You won’t be able to call up your magic and help in this state.” “But the King!” “Sense that?” he asks. “It’s Brandon and Lorant’s magic. They are winning. There’s no need for me either,” he says and sits beside my bed. As instructed, I relax on the bed and calm myself. I close my eyes and lay my hands on my stomach. I ‌sense the surrounding magic. It is minuscule now. I can only feel Brandon’s magic, maybe because I am familiar with him. The unfamiliar magic also disappeared, which means the battle is finished too quic