The Rogue Healer's Secret のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

The Kingdom of Ashes was alive. Not with people, but with whispers. Every broken wall seemed to breathe, and every ruined statue seemed to watch as ash drifted endlessly through the crimson sky. At the center of it all stood a palace unlike anything Killian had ever seen. Its towers were carved from jagged black stone, its gates forged from the bones of ancient beasts, and crimson flames burned without heat along the battlements.And sitting atop the highest balcony, a small figure happily swung his legs.Aiden. Completely unharmed. Completely relaxed. And... eating cookies.Killian stopped dead in his tracks. "What..."Kael blinked, rubbing his eyes. "Is he... having tea?"Seraphina let out a breathless groan. "I must be hallucinating."Fenrir sighed, shaking his head. "No. That's really happening."Inside the highest room of the Bone Palace, Aiden smiled warmly at the woman seated opposite him. She wore a long, flowing black gown, her silver-white hair cascading down the back of a c

The Kingdom of Ashes vanished. Not physically, but spiritually. The ruins, the palace, the crimson sky—everything dissolved into a brilliant, endless white light. No one could move. No one could speak. Even time itself seemed to pause.The Seventh Fragment floated serenely above Seraphina and Aiden, its silver light pulsing like a living heart.Then—the heavens opened.Seven colossal pillars of light descended from the sky. Each pillar carried an ancient, suffocating presence and radiated unimaginable power. The First Guardian immediately lowered its massive head, Fenrir knelt, and even Elyria bowed in quiet reverence.Killian frowned, his hand white-knuckled around his sword. "Who are they?"Elyria answered softly, "The Seven Keepers. The ones who forged the Fragments."The pillars slowly materialized into human forms. An elderly woman clothed in white silk, a blind warrior carrying a jagged spear, a young girl surrounded by iridescent butterflies, a giant blacksmith whose hands were

Darkness swallowed the heavens. The Voidborn rose high above the transforming Kingdom of Ashes, its massive, shifting body stretching across the sky like a living cataclysmic storm.Hundreds of crimson eyes opened all at once across its undulating form, every single one of them fixing upon the three glowing figures below: Seraphina, Killian, and Aiden.The Three Guardians.The Voidborn’s voice shook the very tectonic plates of the world, vibrating with raw, panicked disbelief.> "Impossible. The prophecy ended with sacrifice."> Astraea stepped forward, her stellar robes billowing in the celestial updraft. "It did. But you never learned the final truth. The greatest sacrifice... is not death. It is love freely given."At her words, the Three Guardians began to shine with blinding intensity. Silver, gold, and pure white light intertwined, weaving together until they became a single, brilliant beacon that pierced the sky. Wherever this radiance touched, the suffocating darkness of the

Blackthorn Palace rested under the heavy shroud of the hours before dawn. A persistent, cool rain tapped softly against the high glass windows. The thunderous celebrations that had consumed the kingdom had finally ended hours ago, leaving the grand hallways quiet, draped in long shadows. Peace had finally returned to the mortal realm.Or so everyone believed.Seraphina sat quietly beside Aiden's bed, her fingers gently brushing through his soft silver hair to soothe his shivering frame. The little boy was wide awake now, staring blankly at the far wall, his usual bright chatter entirely absent.The heavy oak door creaked open, and Killian entered the room with silent, hurried footsteps. "How is he?"Seraphina looked up, her expression drawn with exhaustion. "He isn't sick, Killian. He isn't injured." She hesitated, looking back down at their son. "He's frightened. Terribly so."Killian knelt before the bed, bringing himself to eye level with his son. "Tell me what you saw, little wolf

The Great Hall of Blackthorn Palace had never held so many rulers. Kings, queens, Alphas, hardened military commanders, and High Healers representing every allied kingdom gathered beneath the soaring stone arches. The war against the monsters was officially over; now came the heavy, unyielding hand of justice.At the absolute center of the hall stood twelve prisoners. Their wrists were bound tightly with heavy silver chains that suppressed any residual magic. Among them were Lord Victor's former inner circle: General Marcus Dorne, Lady Helena Ashcroft, and Lord Cedric Vale, along with several high-ranking nobles from the Crescent, Ironcrest, and Moonvale kingdoms.They had all served the Shadow Wolf in secret. They hadn't fought openly beside him on the battlefield, but they had done something far more insidious—they had fed him critical information, sabotaging their own people from within.King Aldric rose majestically from his central throne, his old royal robes sweeping the floor.