Chapter 89

My mind drifted back into the discussion we shared between the advisors, before everything.

“Thank you. I’m feeling well enough to hunt down the plague again.” She meets everyone’s eyes. “But I doubt I’ll get lucky and find it at the first forest I go to. Do you have any ideas where it would likely be?”

And just like that, the table was open for discussion.

The hunt for the plague continues.

“How about this?” I pitch in. Expectant eyes meet mine as I continue, “We take a different approach. If I absorb any more, I’m afraid I will explode.”

“That is realistically possible,” Priscilla confirms, and my face blanches.

“Then, what approach do you have in mind, Your Majesty?” The generals ask after darting a narrowed glance at the retired priestess.

I shrug. “Anything that would not include me having to ingest any more power is preferable.”

It’s true. I felt like puking the day after I absorbed the plague. It was like eating a dirty cloth, with all the corrupted souls it absorbed. It was no