All Chapters of The Reborn Witch Princess: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Upon arriving at the Meeting Hall, Rara’s eyebrows shot up in momentary shock. The sight before her was both unexpected and disconcerting. Prince Xavier lounged on the grand throne, his posture nonchalant and commanding, while King Loton stood beside him, appearing slightly out of place. The throne, an opulent seat adorned with intricate gold carvings, seemed almost too grand for the aged king.Rara couldn’t help but roll her eyes and shake her head at Prince Xavier’s apparent disrespect. His casual demeanor contrasted sharply with the gravity of the occasion.King Loton, a figure clearly in his sixties or seventies, bore the unmistakable signs of age. His face was a map of deep wrinkles, and his once-straight posture was slightly bent, giving him a stooped appearance. His gray hair was neatly combed, but his overall bearing was frail.Prince Xavier, in stark contrast, exuded a youthful arrogance. Seated on the throne, he maintained an air of casual authority, as if the grandeur of the

"Rara, you're injured!" Hara’s voice trembled as she scrambled to her feet, her body shaking just as the very air around them seemed to ripple.(Hurry and come back here!) the old man’s urgent voice echoed in Rara’s mind, thick with concern.Rara’s vision blurred, her surroundings spinning. She could feel the magic pulsing weakly within her, struggling to keep her conscious. Desperate, she knelt and traced ancient runes into the dirt with trembling fingers, summoning the last of her strength. Her hands felt heavy, and her vision darkened, but she managed to finish the spell just as her body gave way. With a final sigh, she collapsed onto the ground, her energy completely drained.As she fell unconscious, something extraordinary happened—her body shimmered with a soft golden light before vanishing entirely, leaving behind only the delicate bracelet she always wore, now glowing with a faint magical aura.“Ugh...” A groan escaped Rara's lips as she slowly regained consciousness. Every par

Queen Lustia paced back and forth in Prince Xavier’s room, anxiety gnawing at her chest. Her thoughts were clouded with worry.'What will King Magdon think if Prince Xavier asks him to find a witch to heal Rara?', she couldn’t stop wondering. The consequences of such an action—demanding help from the witches—could be disastrous.She glanced at the pale girl lying motionless on the bed, her injuries still a mystery. How did she even get hurt?From what they had investigated, Rara had never had a conflict with anyone, not in her entire life. Unless... Her thoughts drifted to that world. A cold shiver ran down Queen Lustia’s spine.She had briefly considered reaching out to the fog fairies for help, hoping they could shed some light on Rara’s mysterious injury. But she quickly dismissed the idea. The fog fairies had been cold and distant with her before. They had made it clear they wanted nothing to do with her. They communicated only with Rara, not her.The thought was dismissed just as

Rara slowly pushed herself off the soft, inviting bed, feeling the faint creak of the mattress beneath her. She stretched her arms above her head, arching her back in a long, languid motion.The muscles in her body protested at the sudden movement, but she welcomed the stretch, letting out a soft sigh of relief as the tension slowly eased away.She gave a quick bow of her head to the stillness of the room, a silent acknowledgment to Prince Xavier for his generosity, before turning toward the door. Her bare feet whispered across the cool wooden floor as she made her way toward the exit.The doorknob felt cool beneath her fingers as she gripped it, twisting and pulling it open with a soft creak that echoed faintly in the otherwise quiet hallway.Stepping out into the corridor, the faint sound of her footsteps echoed off the stone walls. The space was quiet, dimly lit by the soft glow of lanterns hanging at intervals along the corridor.She hesitated, the silence pressing in around her, b

“Shameless!”“So what? I’m just taking back what’s mine!”“The wine is mine!”“No! It’s mine!”“This is daylight robbery! Also, why did you put your mouth on mine? Where’s your dignity?” Prince Xavier demanded, pacing back and forth with frantic energy, his boots clicking on the polished marble floor.His face was blushing red, the tips of his ears overheating as if he were caught under the midday sun.Rara, lounging casually on the plush velvet sofa, watched him with an arched brow, her arms crossed in mock indignation. Despite her relaxed posture, a slight flush colored her cheeks, though whether it was from the argument or the wine was anyone’s guess.She frowned and rubbed her temples as the throbbing in her head grew worse. “So what? It’s not like it’s your first kiss anyway! What are you shy about?” Rara scoffed, her tone deliberately provoking.“Also, can you please sit down? I’m getting a headache watching you stomp around like that!”“Shameless! You’re shameless!” Xavier halte