Married To The Enemy Kingdom's Illegitimate Prince
Chapter 31 — Strange Place (2)

Chapter 31: 31 — Strange Place (2)

"How the hell is this happening?!" Cynthia shrieked, however there was no one response to her.

As the blood crept toward her, Cynthia’s body stiffened. Her every instinct screamed to fight back yet she was hopeless.

The dragger in her hand could not shield her from the blood and she didn’t have magic to teleport elsewhere— even if she knew the spells, she didn’t have a mana core to store magic powers in her body.

The fear and anxiety rushed through her blood, her heart pounded faster than ever, reaching her ears and her breathing quickened.

Panic surged through Cynthia as dizziness overcame her. Her vision began to blur, and she gasped for air.

"What is this... feeling?" she wondered, sweat pouring down her face. Her chest felt as though it were being crushed by an invisible metal vice.

"I-It hurts!" she screamed, tears welling up from the overwhelming heat and pain. She has never felt such pain until the day she died in her past life.

A chuckle escaped her as she gripped her chest.

"Is this... how I’m going to die? I haven’t even... destroyed those who ruined... my life yet!" she mumbled, gasping for air with each word that escaped her mouth.

Suddenly, a flicker of golden light erupted from her fingertips. Cynthia, stunned by the sudden surge of pain, almost collapsed to the ground.

"What?..." she gasped, staring at her hands as tiny sparks of magic arced between her fingers, growing brighter by the second.

Before she could grasp what was happening, the golden light flared, blinding her. She squeezed her eyes shut, unable to endure the blinding brightness.

"Cynthia!" a familiar voice called out.

She opened her eyes to find Lucian and her brothers staring at her as if she had just returned from the dead. Lucian’s face was a mix of shock and relief, while her brothers looked pained.

"Why are you all looking at me like that?" Cynthia asked, her confusion evident as she attempted a small, awkward smile.

The crowd of nobles remained present, their attention now focused on the young woman who had abruptly disappeared and then reappeared.

While magic was not uncommon and often used by many, such an incident had never occurred before. They had never witnessed a growling monster appearing to abduct someone, making them vanish as if they had never existed in the first place.

The light had returned to normal, and everything was clearly visible once again, unlike before Cynthia had been taken away to that strange place.

The ballroom, which she had barely noticed upon her arrival, was now brightly lit. The once elegant tables, previously laden with food and snacks, were in disarray. Plates lay scattered on the floor, and glasses of juice and wine had toppled from their trays, shattering and spilling their contents on the ground.

The nobles’ gazes, which had been filled with contempt earlier—due to rumors about Cynthia, her status and origin—had now shifted to fear.

"What’s..." Before Cynthia could finish her sentence, she collapsed on the floor, shocking everyone present in the room.

"Cynthia!" Alistair and Vincent rushed to her, shaking her to wake up. However, she didn’t respond to them.

Without a second thought, Vincent picked up his sister in his arms, glancing at Lucian who didn’t move an inch despite seeing his wife collapse.

"This bastard..." Vincent gritted in a low voice.

"Your Majesty, it seems we will need to part as the circumstances won’t allow us to stay here longer. My men will handle the rest so you can and rest for now," Lucian bowed, followed by Vincent, while Alistair simply bid goodbye to the king.

"Certainly. I can understand. It cannot be helped. Take care of... your wife. Let’s meet another time.

Lucian headed towards the carriage, opening the door for Vincent who kept throwing glares at him every few seconds.

He was unable to comprehend the prince’s behaviour however he remained quiet. This wasn’t the moment to behave recklessly. Not when Princess Cynthia was already injured. Having a disputewith the Eldorians could lead to another war– which he couldn’t let occur.

"I will sit in the front," Lucian suggested, bowing to King Alistair who simply nodded.

"The front..." Alistair whispered. It wasn’t proper for a prince nor a grand duke to sit beside the horseman. However, he didn’t want to make any remark about it. After all, he was too pressed to treat his sister.

"Where are we heading?" The king of Eldoria raised an eyebrow.

Lifting his head, Lucian quickly replied, "My mansion."

"Shouldn’t we go meet a priest? Or perhaps a physician?" Vincent sighed.

He was a renowned magician. Mages and priests held different values and beliefs although they both held a stronger mana core compared to others.

Vincent wasn’t a big believer, however, when it came to his sister, nothing else mattered more than her recovery.

"I will arrange both," Lucian suggested, closing the door once the three siblings were inside the carriage.

"Alright," Alistair faintly smiled.

Although he was anxious, he couldn’t blame anyone for it. It was an unfortunate event that occurred. It could have happened to anyone.

On the other hand, Vincent was enraged seeing his unconscious sister. It hadn’t been a month since she came to this country and she was already going through such hardships!

"Damn it. I should have stopped her from coming here," he mumbled.

When he was still training in the magic academy, he received letters from Cynthia, stating her marriage was a sudden turn of events. He couldn’t attend it as he was in the middle of his exams which lasted for hours.

Mages needed to conserve their mana and not overwork themselves, hence, he couldn’t use teleportation spells to return to the palace and meet his sister before her departure for Selvarys.

He told her to call off the marriage through his letters; however she kept insisting that she needed to do so because that was the duty of a princess— marrying for the good of her kingdom no matter where it was even if it were the enemy kingdom.

"She is... just too caring," Vincent sighed, gently placing his hand on Cynthia’s head, caressing her hair gently. "Wake up, squirrel," he whispered.