CHAPTER 250 SO THIS MIST, IS IT FROM YOUR CURSE?
The next day, Amaya was lying on her bed with a tired and dull look on her face.
*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*
A few minutes later, Amaya heard someone knocking on her door and a small smile appeared on her face.
‘It is starting.’
She informed.
‘Alright, I am ready, okay? Inform me if something is wrong and I will come right away.’
From the other side, she heard Nux’s worried voice and a loving smile appeared on her face.
‘Don’t worry, nothing will happen,
My love~’
Amaya’s black eyes turned a shade darker when she said those words. It looked like she was possessed.
Honestly, her face was quite scary right now.
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A crazy smile appeared on Amaya’s face when she heard that.
‘Yes, you should trust the love of your life,
You should trust the person you Love the ‘Most’, you shou-‘
*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*
Amaya was brought out of her reverie when she heard the knocks again.
Then, her smile disappeared and a dull and tired look appeared on her face.
“Enter…”
She ordered in a weak voice as Black Mist started oozing out and covering her body.
The doors were then opened and Kelton entered, however, his eyes widened in surprise and horror when he saw Amaya’s state.
Amaya was lying on her bed, with a weak and tired look on her face while black-coloured Mist surrounded her body.
“Lady Amaya! What happened!?” Kelton questioned in panic.
“…call the King…” Amaya ordered in a weak voice.
Kelton didn’t know how to react when he saw her acting like that. However, in the end, he decided to do what she ordered and nodded,
“As you command, Lady Amaya. Please wait for a second!”
Saying that, Kelton quickly left the room and rushed towards the King’s room.
A few minutes later, Kelton rushed back into Amaya’s room and behind her, a black-haired, purple-eyed man entered the room with a calm look on his face.
The man wore a white coloured coat and a red cloak over the top, he had a lean body and although he had wrinkles on his face, he still looked handsome.
He was Ricardus Skyfall, the King of the Skyfall Kingdom.
When Ricardus’s eyes fell on Amaya’s body, a frown appeared on his calm face and he questioned,
“What happened?” His voice sounded normal, neither too emotionless, neither too worried.
“…have you found the cure…?” Amaya questioned in a weak voice and a dull look on her face.
“No, I have not.” The King answered.
“…any clues…?” Amaya questioned.
“No.” And The King shook his head again.
“…”
Amaya turned silent and closed her eyes.
It was as if she had accepted her fate.
The King did not like this at all. A frown appeared on his face and he questioned, ?
“What happened? What is this Black Mist? Why do you look so weak?” He questioned with curiosity.
Yes, curiosity, not worry.
In the end, Amaya was just a Trophy.
What? She is sick?
So what? It is the Medic’s duty to look after her and cure her, not the King’s.
He was just here because he had time to come here, nothing more.
No, he was a little worried though, especially after seeing Amaya’s condition.
She didn’t look much healthy and that was bad.
She was still an Unclaimed Trophy, after all, if she is going to die, it is better for him to claim her before she leaves this world.
Seeing that his questions weren’t answered yet, the King frowned.
“Answer me.”
A sigh then escaped Amaya’s mouth and she opened her mouth.
“Look at my cultivation.”
“Huh?” The King frowned, however, since Amaya had turned silent again, he decided to do what she said and observed her closely.
A few minutes later, his eyes widened in surprise, this was the first genuine emotion that had appeared on his face since the moment he entered this room.
“How did you become a Grand Master Stage Cultivator?” He questioned in excitement.
He is sure that this Trophy was a weak Trophy and a Mortal a year ago.
There is no way someone can raise his cultivation in just 1 year, this is simply impossible by normal means.
This meant that Amaya had found a shortcut to cultivating, if he could learn about it, he might break through and become an Emperor Stage Cultivator.
Who wouldn’t be excited about that?
However, Amaya’s next words broke all his hopes.
“This is not my cultivation.”
“Huh? What do you mean?” The King frowned.
“It is related to my Curse.”
“…” The king stayed silent and waited for her to continue her explanation. Amaya understood that and continued,
“A month ago, my body started acting weirdly and I started feeling unnecessarily heavy. Initially, I just ignored it, thinking it was all because I was overworking and was tired, however, soon, it became something uncontrollable.
My body started turning heavier and heavier and soon, this Mist started appearing around me.
Initially, it used to disappear within 5 minutes and only appears once every three to four days, however, then, it started to appear more frequently.
Every day, then 2 to 3 times a day and then I noticed that more Mist appeared around me, the weirder my Body became.
From a Mortal to a Grand Master Stage Cultivator, I covered that journey in one month, this should be something to be happy about, however, that’s when I realized that this was not my own power.
This was the Curse.
My curse was getting stronger.
And yesterday, finally, it got to a stage where my body is so heavy that I can’t even move now.”
The King narrowed his eyes and then questioned.
“So this Mist, is it from your Curse?”
“Yes.” Amaya nodded and King quickly stepped back and stood a few meters away from her.
“I have been surrounded by this Mist and have stayed in this position for the past 12 hours,” Amaya muttered and after listening to everything, the King only asked one question.
“So does that mean I cannot claim you?”