A few days later, Axton was recovering and he was starting to wake up. However, he is not like the usual king. After awakening, he had become even more quiet compared to before. Maybe because his desire to follow Helena was thwarted by the son of his own confidant. Axton just felt that he had failed to become a king who could protect his people and soldiers for some reason. Even his own wife was willing to sacrifice herself for him. He felt he failed to become a king, who could not do anything. But in the midst of his despair, he still has a glimmer of happiness. The baby, Alessandro. It was this baby who helped him to be strong in living this difficult life. Every time he saw his baby, he had the strength to continue to endure. Unknowingly, the red baby is now seven years old. Axton experiences incident after incident because of his only son who has the blood of a great witch in him. That's why, Axton guard very closely and tend to hide Ale

"Uncle Isac. What do you want?" asked Alessandro lazily because he knew, the son of his father's commander-in-chief, of course, would defend his king. “Do you know? What King Axton did, it was all to guard and protect you. So, it's better if you just do what your father wants.” "I knew you would say that, Uncle," Alessandro sneered and then hid his face between his legs again. It's not that he can't hide his special ability, it's just that he sometimes doesn't realize that it's a power he isn't aware of. So even if he defended himself, it would still be useless. Isac chuckled. "Tonight there is a celebration in the town square. Do you want to go out?" "You like to prank me. This time I won't be fooled again by you," replied Alessandro, not at all interested.  "Are you sure? This time I will pass through the secret passage that connects directly between the palace

"Wait here a moment, I'll be right back," Alessandro asked Nirmala, the very beautiful white creature. Body like a long white cloth and transparent. The young man rushed to the market through the secret door he had been passing through. After leaving the empty house, Alessandro immediately looked for a food stall that was still open even though it was very late. Roaming around the square for a while, he couldn't find a food stall. In the end he almost gave up.  “No food stalls are open anymore. There are only shops selling drinks. Where else should I look?" When Alessandro almost gave up, he saw a baker who was still selling his breads. Upon closer inspection, it turned out that the seller was an old man carrying a large container that was still full of hot bread. Immediately, the handsome young man came to the old man to buy the breads.  "Excuse me sir, are you selling these breads?"

Since that night, Prince Alessandro regularly comes to the lake to practice his magical abilities under the guidance of Marion. Even though her strength was gone, she still remembered clearly the memories of the spells she had learned from her masters. Even the curse of Dazzle which is the legendary curse of all time. After almost a month of training, Alessandro was able to master several spells almost perfectly. And finally, he will learn Dazzle's curse like what was said before. “You have mastered the three defensive spells quite well. I'll teach you three attack spells when your defensive spells are perfect. But even though we as witches use magic, that doesn't mean we don't lose power. All the spells we chant will absorb some of the energy. If we use the spell continuously we will lose energy very quickly. So it's a good idea to use a pause in between so you can recharge before using the spell again.” "Ok

“Your Majesty, the envoy in charge of escorting Miss Nirmala has not yet returned. They should have been back an hour ago,” a soldier reported while the king was still working till midnight. Axton's brow furrowed violently when he heard his son Alessandro also disappeared in his room. And now, the four guards assigned to deliver Nirmala to the Iberian Peninsula had not yet returned from there. What really happened? His head almost exploded because of something like this. Suddenly a soldier came into his room and reported something.“Your Majesty! One of the guards who brought Miss Nirmala back. And he wanted to report something important. It's about His Highness and Miss Nirmala,” explained the soldier in a hurry. "Send the guard in." "Your Majesty," the guard saluted as he entered the king's study. “Quickly say what you know? And where are th