Sustaining The King’s Life - Chapter 241

A/N: I published this yesterday, but I rechecked now and it wasn’t published (must be a glitch). Enjoy reading!

Lilianne was in a constant feeling of unrest. She had took her frustration out to the maids, and it still wasn’t enough. Back in the Disfiegro household, she would raise her hand to those who disobeyed her, and none of them complained. That is given, because she is the child of a marquis. They do not hold any right to complain. Besides, they belonged on a lower standing. There was no room for complaints when they are getting paid to work.

She gritted her teeth. The maids here have a lot of nerves—of course Lilianne knew they were whispering about her. She figured she ought to give them a little gift once she ascends to the throne. On her way to the garden with her already foul mood, she sees her—that leech who had followed the king like a dog. She was clearly blind, so Lilianne wondered how she, an inadept person, could even become the high priestess.

However Lilianne seemed to have misjudge her. She seemed to have known her place, and was respectful of her unlike that bitch Faustina. Lilianne considered her to be similar to the maids she have in the Disfiegro castle, obedient and knew the boundaries between the servants and their masters.

Lilianne harrumphed. “It seems like you are not an actual leech. It seems my sources are wrong about you being a leech. Maybe you’re a dog. Yes, perhaps you are.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Sheila smiled.

“Hmm…” Lilianne crossed her arms. “I like you.”

“I am honored,” Sheila said. “I am a mere priestess. You are the queen.”

“But I believe your spot might be taken from you.”

“…What?”

“You do know that Faustina Feuerlon was summoned to the sapphire palace, right?”

“…WHAT?!” Lilianne couldn’t believe what she had heard.

Faustina.

In the Sapphire palace!

“Oh my, you didn’t know? Oh… I don’t know if she was called or she invited herself in. Why don’t you ask her, Lady Consort?”

Although Sheila’s tone was mocking, the shallow Lilianne failed to notice.

And so fuming mad, Lilianne took her leave.

She still couldn’t believe what she had just heard. Faustina Feuerlon was invited… no, invited herself to the king’s sapphire palace! “The shamelessness of that girl…!”

There was no way the king would invite her to the sapphire palace; after all, Lilianne had held the title of being the number one candidate for the king’s consort. She should be the one who will be welcomed in the sapphire palace. That’s how things should have worked.

“She’s ruining everything,” Lilianne was walking fast with clenched fist and nails digging through her palm. She was gnawing on her nail, and was on the verge of slapping yet another person or dragging a pesky maid by her hair. But she restricted herself. She was outside.

Lilianne felt an overwhelming rage she hadn’t felt before. It was so una.d.u.l.terated, that she considered it as her first. Why is she getting so worked up?

No. That should be obvious by now.

“The king is mine,” she exclaimed. “I can’t have that girl stealing what’s mine!”

She then took another turn—”M-m’lady, that’s not the way to the garden…”

Lilianne then stopped and raised her hand. The maid shut her eyes tight, waiting for the blow. But Lilianne was already satisfied with the fright in the maids’ eyes. At least now, they know who they’re dealing with.

Instead of slapping the maid, Lilianne caressed her cheek.

“Who said I’m going to the garden?”

Lilianne smirked. “I’m going to where he is.”

“That—”

“That’s right,” Lilianne exclaimed. “I’m going to the king’s office.”

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Faustina sauntered to the hallways, doing particularly nothing, with heads on the clouds. Orwell told her she should stretch her limbs and take a walk to refresh her mind and take on the news.

‘At this rate, you wouldn’t even be able to function properly.’ Orwell asserted. ‘You should try to take a walk. After you’re done, come back and we’ll continue the lesson.’

It honestly felt like old times for Faustina, but instead of reminiscing she thought of the king. Of what he had told her.

About her not being a Heilen.

“If I’m not a Heilen, then what am I?”

Why is her hair black? Why did Eula lie? How can she sustain the king’s life when she isn’t even the exact person she needs?

Faustina stopped to her tracks.

Is that why Sheila was so harsh to her—because she’s actually unneeded?

Faustina had dawned into a realization she consider the truth. She thinned her lips with her eyes glued to the carpeted floor. Then, if that is indeed the case, why is the king keeping her?

And Faustina isn’t dim-witted. She quickly brushed off her initial thoughts after realizing yet another set of things: the king still needs her because she has a large amount of mana which was sealed by Eula. Even though she isn’t a Heilen, she could still sustain his life.

But then…

“For how long?”

Faustina continued to walk. She was wearing pastel yellow doll shoes with a white and light yellow dress that was finished with blue ribbons. The clothes were a tad childish for her, compared to Lilianne who had more frisky dresses that showed the curves of her body and were considered to be seductive, alluring, and s.e.xy.

Faustina blushed. Why was she thinking about that? It’s not like she cares what the king thinks of the two of them. It’s not like she wonders why the king treats her like a child and chooses dresses that were s.e.xier for Lilianne.

No, she wasn’t thinking about that at all.

Faustina then stopped walking as she realized she took several routes that were unknown to her. She had been fond of exploring the past days and now she’s found a new door. And where could it possibly lead to?

“It might be another empty room,” Faustina uttered. “Or it could lead to the king. Who knows?” She jested.

And she considers it would be impossible for it to be the latter—

And so, Faustina opened the miraculously unlocked door, as little as she could.

By the moment it opened a little, Faustina wished she didn’t even find this place as her eyes peeked through the small crack she created.

She wished that she didn’t open that door.

She wished that she could just run at that moment—run away, if she could. But her feet were glued to the floor and she couldn’t take her eyes off of two bodies entwined with each other.

A man with clothes on his upper body and a woman whose b.r.e.a.s.t were exposed.

Faustina felt her blood rushing to her face as she sees the woman sitting against the desk with her legs spread open.

What… in the world… are they doing…?

At first the woman’s face was blocked by the man’s broad back, but now it showed. From her luscious blond hair and foxy eyes, anyone could determine who it was. The queen of high society. The girl who was considered to be the first candidate to be the king’s consort and queen.

“Lilianne…” Faustina murmured as her eyes widened.

And then… the one who was hovering over Lilianne was…

“What are you doing in there?”

Faustina’s eyes widened as she turns to the one who had spoken.

“O-orwell!” Faustina exclaimed. “I—um—what—what are you d-doing here… too?”

Orwell narrowed his eyes through his spectacles. “You were taking long. I told you to walk, not explore. We still have lessons to catch up to.”

Faustina then tried to smile, “O-okay, w-we should head b—”

“So what were you doing in front of the king’s office?” Orwell cheekily smiled.

This was the king’s office? Faustina’s cheeks flamed red as she realized that she wasn’t mistaken.

She wasn’t mistaken with who she just saw.

“F-faustina?” Orwell’s voice was now tinged with concern. ��Are you alright?”

Faustina looked up. “Huh?”

Tears poured down across her face and that alerted Orwell. “Wh-what’s wrong?! Are you feeling something wrong with your body? Should I take you to the infirmary?!”

Faustina blinked; tears continuously poured over her face. She reached to her cheeks which were damp with her own tears. Her lips were trembling and her vision was blurring.

“Wh-why am I crying?” Faustina murmured. “I shouldn’t be crying.”

There wasn’t reason for her to cry, right?

Orwell’s green eyes then darted towards the small crack from the door—and that’s when he saw it.

A woman sitting by the king’s desk with her b.r.e.a.s.t exposed, and the king—

“What… the hell…” It wasn’t Orwell who said these words.

“What the hell is happening here?” Sheila then opened the door with her grim tone. Lilianne’s eyes widened as she hastily and abruptly rearranged her clothes.

The crying Faustina only bowed her head down, unable to look at the king’s face, nor anyone else’s.

And Orwell who was confused and bewildered by the situation stood by Faustina’s side, holding her by her hand.

“Your majesty,” Sheila thumped her staff to the floor as golden threads wrapped around the king. “Explain yourself!”

The king smiled.

“I was about to do her.” He smirked. “Until you came in. Priestess.”

And in a matter of second Sheila’s staff was in the king’s left chest—in the clock seal.

“As I thought,” Sheila gritted her teeth. “Get out of the king’s body this instant, Second king, Julius!”