Apakah Asta Akan Menjadi Kaisar Sihir Mga Nobela at Kwento

Bitterness and hatred spilled from every word I uttered. "I do not think you have much of an option here, er... What's the name again? Astra. Right. You do not really have options here, Astra. Just do what you are asked to do." "I will never listen to you! Or listen to that... To that thing you call your majesty! And I will never with my own hands place the crown on his head!" His eyes turned dark and he took steps closer to me. I leaned even more into the wall, gulping down hard and then pulling myself together to attempt a spell. I attempted a spell to make him unable to move but it failed as he kept on moving closer to me.

Lastly, Kaige Jin had to be an evil king. As long as I played my cards right, it should be fine. The problem was that I didn't have many cards. I was pretending to be Aloisia, the damned necromancer. Where the heck that woman was? I was sure that she was plotting something. I needed to look for her. To do the things that I wanted to do, I needed power. Being this man's wife wouldn't be a bad idea. But marrying a fictional character went against my beliefs. Marriage was something serious.

Catori laughed and flicked his forehead. "What are you thinking, who says am the luna, am not the Luna, as you said before, am a witch, am the high priestess of our kingdom, not the Luna" I frowned at her answer. °°°°°°°°°′°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° “Oh, that’s good then; a pretty woman like you cannot be with a monster like him”

I watched closely; that was how I was able to see its face. Everyone gasped in horror when they saw her face. Everyone, including me, bowed in honor of the great witch Xylaraea, the witch that everyone feared. What could she be doing here? "Great people of Emberfell, I want to tell you that the problems you have been facing in this land are not just a coincidence," she said with so much authority. She had a staff in hand as she hit the staff three times, illuminating the entire hall with brightened candles.

My mind immediately when back to the last conversation I had with High Priestess Sage. “Anastasia… There is much I’ve kept from you, but with good reason. In time, I will tell you, but you’re not ready yet.” She had said this to me but I didn’t understand what she was talking about back then. What this what she meant? “Natural born? There’s no way! It couldn’t be!” Dom tried to sooth me, but her words rattled me. How could anyone expect me to believe what she was saying? I was a lower level witch, I couldn’t do more than heal and build structures.

I sat down on the pillow and she sat across from me. The first man on the scroll went by the name Lyrien. Lyrien was a brooding, loyal knight who according to what's stated here had some deep connections with Eldrador. I don't think that I have seen him before but he was selected to represent one of the four elements: Earth. The second man was Caspien, a calm and enigmatic healer with the power to control tides and he represented the water. He was from the Asttland kingdom far away from here.

"So. You can hear them." The hooded mage looked toward his king. "My liege. The connection is genuine." Astar nodded thoughtfully. "Interesting." He took another slow step. "I was wondering why one dragon suddenly became... difficult to command." His eyes gleamed. "It was you." The realization seemed to delight him. "You can free them." Not a question. A statement. Maya remained silent. Astar laughed softly. "Even better. If you can free them..." He spread his arms dramatically, "...imagine what my kingdom could accomplish with someone like you."

“Congratulations, Alaric. For passing the first level. You’ve leveled up.” I blinked. “Wait—leveled up? Is this some kind of game? Like a system? The ones I read about or watch?” “Call it whatever you wish. See it however you like. Just follow the instructions, and you might get to see your family.” I snorted. “Sounds like blackmail. Nice.” “And yet,” the voice said, “you continue walking forward.” “Yeah, yeah. So what are you? A god? An AI? …Wait, AI didn’t exist in the 12th century. Or—do they?”

Instead, he spends much time living among imperial citizens, not as the eldest son of the Salieri family, but as a common soldier, striving for the empire's glory and splendor. Beside the lake, fireworks rain down like a torrent. In a garden, he is meticulously tended to by the Asti people, beneath verdant trees and shadows, where Caesar, now a high-ranking general, forgets the principles he once staunchly upheld for the first time. Indeed, the Asti people are a destabilizing force; they are intelligent, cunning, and deceitful. They tempt others into transgression, bearing no responsibility for the ensuing consequences. They relish dragging others into the abyss, unscrupulously exploiting ev

He stood at the edge of the circle, arms raised, magic flaring white from his palms as he fought to keep the Wraith from tearing free. Beyond him lay the remains of a battlefield. Wolves. Sorcerers. Moon-priests. All dead. The cost had already been too high. Astra pressed her blood-slicked palm to her chest, right over her heart, feeling the ancient power thrumming there—wild, furious, divine. “This was always how it would end,” she said quietly. “No,” Caelum choked. “There has to be another way. Another seal—another sacrifice—”