Predatory Marriage

Predatory Marriage — Chapter 202. Ideas (2)

Translator: Atlas / Editor: Regan

Before Leah and Ishakan held their wedding ceremony, the Kurkans had learned of the tragedy that had happened during the funeral of the King of Estia. The Queen’s completed spell had engulfed the entire royal palace.

She had been pretending that her son was royalty through the use of spells. She had not only changed the color of his hair, but the color of his blood, to turn the humblest into the greatest.

It was a spell she had focused on for at least a decade, and it had been completed the moment a false royal became the true King of Estia. It was a bold and complicated spell that no other sorcerer would ever consider casting. But by succeeding with that almost impossible spell, the Queen had become so powerful, Morga did not dare confront her directly.

And so their King’s wife, their Queen, had been snatched away before their eyes.

When they had finally succeeded in restraining Ishakan, who had wanted to head straight to Estia and begin their conquest, more alarming news had arrived. Leah appeared to have lost all her memories and had fallen in love with Blain. It was more of Cerdina’s magic. And Morga had had to confess his own incompetence to his King.

—I don’t think I can break the spells…

When they examined the spells binding Leah, fortunately they didn’t find any that bound her life. Even if they murdered the Queen, Leah would live. But regardless of whether Cerdina was alive or dead, Morga wasn’t sure the other spells could be broken. Just because a sorcerer died didn’t mean their works died with them.

Leah would still love Blain. Even if she were brought back to the desert, Ishakan’s wife would love someone else until the day she died.

—Although highly unlikely, there is a way to do it. Posted only on Novel Utopia.

After many nights of research with the other Kurkan sorcerers, Morga had proposed a solution.

—Leah must remember and realize her true feelings.

It was worth trying because it involved Ishakan, who was always an unknown quantity to the sorcerers. Ishakan was a variable that could ruin the effectiveness of spells. Even over the last few days, just coming into contact with him and exchanging bodily fluids had weakened the spells on Leah.

More, after their wedding ceremony, their souls were intertwined. They had recognized and welcomed each other as mates. Even if the chance of success was low, it was worth a try.

It was the best hope for success. All the spells binding Leah linked together like a chain. If she could recover her own memories and emotions, it would even be possible to break through the brainwashing.

—Things must be done that could stimulate her memory.

The plan was to go to Estia and help Leah to remember. And just when this had been decided, they had received a message from the palace, inviting them to a wedding.

As one, the Kurkans had held their breaths. But Ishakan did not get angry. He was calm when he spoke.

—I will not see my wife marry someone else.

But everyone knew this was just the calm before the storm.

—I will make a decision on the day of the wedding. Until then, I will do my best to get her memories back.

Even if he couldn’t get Leah’s memories back, he would still bring her back to the desert.

—I’m sure she can do it. With help from me, she will break through it. I believe in her.

Ishakan’s confidence in her was so great that even Morga, who knew better than anyone else how difficult it would be, couldn’t help feeling hopeful.

“I’m done,” Morga said when he finished his spell, standing up and shaking off his clothing. Genin and Haban rose beside him as he added, “I have something to ask you…”

Though on the surface everything was going well, Ishakan was falling apart. This had pushed their King to his limits. And so Morga had thought of another way to help Leah regain her memories.

“Do you know of anyone Leah knows who wasn’t brainwashed?” He asked. Someone who had not been caught in the Queen’s clutches could certainly help stimulate Leah’s memory.

“There is a woman who worked at her palace who left before the funeral,” Genin said in answer to the question. She frowned, trying to remember the name.

“Uh…Cinael?” Haban shouted. “Baroness Cinael!”

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