Married To The Enemy Kingdom's Illegitimate Prince-Chapter 139 — Return to Our Home

"Keal. Kill this monster."

[I got it. Let me take over your body,] Keal groaned, his shadow entering Lucian’s body.

The burning flames shifted to a darker shade of red, almost the color of blood.

"W-What is happening to the Duke?"

"I don’t know... but this is certainly not normal."

The crowd standing at the back, injured and exhausted from the long hours of battle simply watched. Their fingers could barely move. They couldn’t gather the strength to question the grand duke. Not when there was still one demon left— most probably the strongest of them all.

Cynthia turned, her eyes widening.

The energy coming from Lucian was no longer the pure energy from earlier but rather a dark energy— the same as the demons. But it seemed stronger— almost invisible.

She couldn’t wrap her mind around what was happening. She quickly stood to her feet, walking towards him.

[Stand back,] a sharp and deep voice ordered.

Her pulse quickened. It wasn’t Lucian’s.

Furrowing her eyebrows, she parted her lips. But before she could question him, Lucian’s hand filled with sharp yet large black metals.

He began throwing them all at once towards Isla, who easily avoided them.

Then, Isla struck back.

With a flicker of dark green light on the deserted land, veins sprouted from the ground, wrapping around Lucian’s ankles.

The young man simply laughed as if they were playing a game— a dangerous yet playful one.

[This only hurts the body. Not me.] Keal sneered.

Cynthia grabbed the sword lying on the ground, determined to help Lucian rid himself of the strange vines.

However, the veins burned to ashes as if they had never existed, disappearing.

Keal leaped into the air, but he didn’t fall like Cynthia expected him to.

Everyone’s eyes widened open, their jaws dropping. They couldn’t do anything but follow the grand duke’s movements.

Just like Isla, he now hung suspended, seeming inhuman to everyone standing on the earth.

[Why are you doing this, Isla?]

[Why do you care? Have you decided to betray us?]

[We made a promise to the demon king. But you didn’t respect the terms you agreed to in order to live in the human world!)] Keal sneered, preparing a large amount of magic in his palms.

Isla mirrored his actions.

[Let’s see who is the strongest. The weaker one should die and rot in heaven!]

With that, they both launched their attacks, their magic clashing fiercely against each other. Yet, they remained suspended in the air.

Both of their jaws clenched, their hands trembling as they tried to send all their magic to the other end to finish the other.

Just then, Cynthia closed her eyes. She summoned all the remaining strength in her body and shot a fireball at Isla, much larger than the one she used on Iana, with the mere hope this would finish this long and exhausting battle for good.

The fire grew along with the thunder Keal had already used, overpowering Isla.

Her growls of pain as the fire consumed her echoed throughout the deserted land, the fire slowly extinguishing.

The queen’s body and her luxurious dress burned in the blaze, turning to mere ashes falling to the ground, while Isla’s hideous, monstrous silhouette mirrored the state of the queen’s body.

Stepping on the ground, Keal glanced at the crowd behind. His lips twisted into a smile. It had been too long since he had a host.

For the past twenty-seven years, he had been by Lucian’s side— a strong mana core owner, one which could survive even if a demon were to use his body for days, hoping to one day possess him.

And now, Lucian wasn’t even trying to take control of his body.

As he took a step forward, Cynthia stood before him, her gaze sharp. She scanned him carefully before ordering him.

"Get out of his body."

It didn’t take her long to realize a demon had possessed Lucian. But there was one thing she couldn’t understand. Didn’t demons only take control of dead bodies?

[He doesn’t want to return. Let him be.] Keal coldly replied, snapping his finger. A dark scarlet aura surrounded him.

He needed to make sure Cynthia, who was a saintess, couldn’t try anything. After all, his power would cause a lot of pain to a saintess, who only ever had pure magic, and wouldn’t be able to withstand dark magic.

Cynthia clenched her jaw, stepping closer to Lucian’s body. She pushed him to the ground and embraced him tightly. Her skin began to burn, but she didn’t care. Her body trembled yet she refused to let him go.

"P-Please, come back," she whispered, her voice trembling, tears flowing down her cheeks.

She sensed something wrong.

No, something was terribly wrong with her. She couldn’t understand why she was behaving this way, holding Lucian so tightly like he was her lifeline but the mere thought that Lucian wouldn’t come back turned her stomach.

Perhaps repulse?

She didn’t know. She didn’t understand. It wasn’t important. Not now.

Hearing her soft, shaky pleading, Lucian slowly began to take control of his body. When he snapped to reality, Cynthia was holding him tightly, her body trembling like a leaf clinging to a tree’s branch during a cold stormy night.

Feeling a warm pair of arms wrapping around her waist, Cynthia slowly lifted her head. She looked into Lucian’s eyes deeply,

"L-Lucian— Your Highness?" Her voice dry, she nervously called out.

"I believe it’s the first time I hear you say my name, Cynthia," Lucian smiled softly, although his grip around her waist tightened.

"I..."

Alistair, standing behind Cynthia, coughed to catch their attention before speaking.

"Cynthia. Why don’t we return now that all this is over? I believe there is nothing left here."

"Ah, yes. Ask Arlot, Ying or any mages. I believe we can all use our respective magic and teleport everyone back to Selvarys," Cynthia stood up, brushing dust off her clothes.

"Your arms!" Vincent exclaimed.

"My arms?—" Cynthia glanced at them. They were a dark shade of red, and blood dripped down from some parts.

I thought it was a burning sensation due to the heat...

She pondered. Now that she realized she was injured, she began feeling the burning sensation of her skin.

"Let’s hurry and return to our home," Lucian pressed, rushing towards the crowd.

Home...

Cynthia’s lips quivered at the word. It was the first time he had told her to return to the mansion in such a gentle manner. And... he called it our home.

The three Eldorian siblings followed him.

Once everyone stood close to the sinkhole, every mage grabbed the remaining mana stones and used all its power to teleport everyone back to Selvarys.

They now stood at the central place where they had built a camp.

"Fix everything and—" Cynthia talked but everyone before her was dark.

Before she could make sense of anything, she had fallen on the ground, senseless.

"Cynthia!" Lucian quickly carried her into his arms. He closed his eyes tightly, and once he opened them, he stood inside the mansion to his surprise.

However, he didn’t have time to question what happened. He needed to find a physician to heal as quickly as possible now!

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