All Chapters of No Escape From Fate : Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

When I woke up, I knew exactly what I had to do. There were no more tears—only emptiness and firm resolve.Getting out of bed, I see Figaro still lying there. When he notices I’m up, he tries sluggishly to get up too. I scratch the sleepy one behind the ear and head to the bathroom to get myself together.After stepping out of the shower and getting dressed, I hear Iolanta come in with breakfast.“Good morning,” the brunette greets me cautiously, watching me closely. “How are you? What happened yesterday?”“Everything’s fine,” I give a faint smile. “Everything is as it should be.”“I won’t tolerate you skipping breakfast,” my friend threatens playfully. “If I have to, I’ll make you eat.”“I won’t refuse food,” I assure Io, and we start breakfast.Figaro is still sprawled on the bed, which is strange—he usually never misses a chance to eat. I take his favorite apple and a bun and offer them, but the kizibara turns away, refusing food. What is going on?“That’s strange,” I note.“Maybe

I jumped back, recoiling from the dead beauty. I began frantically examining my hand, but found nothing unusual on it.“Oh, what a pity,” I flinched, not expecting the old man’s voice so close to my ear. “Marifea, the beautiful water-forest nymph… She’s dead…”The old man states the obvious, growing gloomy for a second—then, just as suddenly, he looks at me cheerfully and with clear appraisal, as if nothing had happened.“What a beauty you are! Marifea was something like a seer—and she foretold you to me!”I nearly choked in outrage, staring at the old man. Just look at him! One foot in the grave already, smelling of incense, and he’s thinking about girls!“Listen, old man—” I start to boil, but he immediately realizes how it sounded and rushes to correct himself.“Not ‘old man’—I am Gerald Mumrik the Second of Zergedia! King of the lands of Zergedia! And it was foretold that you would be my heir to the throne!”What I heard didn’t just surprise me—it downright blew my mind. Looking c

“So it really is me,” the old woman snorted. “Are we going to introduce ourselves, or are you finally going to show me who’s dying?”Pushing back my fear, I hurriedly held out Figaro. The witch pointed to her table, and I gently laid my little companion down. Laverna began examining him, running her crooked fingers over him from every side. She even checked under his tail—and after sniffing there, she grimaced.Then she grabbed him by the snout and lifted him to her face, sniffing. My blood ran cold when her twisted mouth opened, as if she were about to bite him… or eat him. I even twitched forward—but then her eyes glowed faintly, and black smoke began pouring out of Figaro’s mouth straight into Laverna’s.She started coughing violently, but she kept pulling that filth in, gripping the kizibara tightly. After a couple of horrifying minutes, she finally released him and clutched the table, looking drained.“Well, I’ll be damned,” she rasped. “That’s poisoning—and you brought him just

Turab’s eyebrows shot up at such a loud and confident declaration. He looked at me even more intently, as if trying to find some kind of answers in me.After bowing, the guard left to carry out the order, and we continued our meal.“Who was that?” I asked. If I was going to stay here, I needed to understand who was who.“That was Turab, my chief guard and military instructor—a splendid and brave warrior,” Gerald proudly advertised his man. “I think I’ll assign him as your personal protector. You won’t find anyone more loyal and reliable in the kingdom. I’ll sleep easier knowing you’re under his protection.”I didn’t feel like arguing with the old king, so after dinner I went with Figaro, escorted by servants, to the room that had been prepared for me.My bedroom was enormous. Just like in Briol, the suite consisted of several rooms—a foyer, the bedroom itself, a bathroom, and a wardrobe. Everything was done in white and soft pastel tones, and for a moment I even wondered if I had ende

When I appeared before Gerald, I knew from the look in his eyes that I had done the right thing. The old man was staring at me with open admiration and obvious approval. Of course, the time I’d been given to create a new image was catastrophically short, but even that had been enough to make an impact.Among the piles of clothes, one outfit caught my attention. It was a short black top made of something that looked like leather. The moment I tried it on, I knew—it was mine. It framed my curves so perfectly, so deliciously, that it left plenty to the imagination, and I was thrilled. But when I found matching tight pants that hugged my beautiful ass in the most insanely sexy way, I completely fell in love with this bold biker-girl look. Bad girl in all her glory.On the dresser I also found makeup kits, and I couldn’t resist quickly completing the look with some daring makeup. Even done in a rush, it turned out stunning—especially after I added dark red lipstick.For a moment I even had