“Fiona?”

“Yes, my lord.”

“The woman who claims to be my wife? Are you sure about this? So, is she really my wife?”

Their eyes widened in surprise—he didn’t even recall the woman he had waited five hundred years for.

“Yes, Your Highness,” they replied in unison.

“So, tell me, what other research did we discover?” Devon asked.

“We want to find a way to remove the dark aura in her, or it will kill her. You want to purify her, but it cannot be done with pure magic, or else she would die. Light and darkness cannot coexist; light always wins. So, you planned on fighting the dark aura...