All Chapters of Witch of the Throne: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The Kingdom of Londeve, previously hailed as the 'Land of Flowing Life,' is the nation that worships the 'God of Birth and Baptismal' since the ancient times. Its topography before the destructive events from a century ago was truly magnificent and a marvelous sight to behold. From above, it appears to be an archipelago on a shallow sea where the minor islands encircling the city capitol are connected by stone bridges.  The main city was located at the largest island, looking like a huge fountain where the clear blue sky and water meets. However, today, evidence of its former glory are just the barely preserved paintings handcrafted by those who had the opportunity to witness its divine beauty.But neither life nor time stays still. Holding the blessing of the lord of earth, one of the Witches was able to alter the geography of the land into a mountainous terrain surrounded by thick and tall trees at its foot. All to assert dominance and terror over the neighbori

"All done, Teacher."Serina stood and turned around to face her makeup artist, who is none other than Sherfy. Morning like this rarely comes by since the young apprentice took the offer to be a professor, but today is an exception.Shame to admit, but the hundred year old Witch never tried to use cosmetics herself to embellish her face. Not that she is not fit to do so, but because she never thought it'd be necessary when she mostly let her time pass studying at home before.Luckily, she already had the apprentice around when she took over the throne. To look decent is something she had no trouble with for she was taught to execute every actions with grace by her late custodian.However, although the tale of her existence instantly brings terror to those who hears it, the sight of her face when her expression does not intend to impose fear is said to be as soft as a sheepskin.Rumors has i

"That child, what should I do with him. . .and Anne too. Tch. Foolish children."Serina's tired eyes slowly blinked. She just made it back to the her office and all the lights are already off, triggering the drowsiness in her. At the midst of silence, the sharp squeaking sound which came from the door a few feet away from her kicked her consciousness awake. From the narrow slit between the door and the wall, a circular light source glimmers, showing her the face of the intruder who just came by.She lifted her head and fixed her sitting posture. And with the snap of her fingers, all the torches, lanterns and candles lit up to fill the room with light."Oh, hello there, 'Miss Anneliese Bach'. May I ask what is it that brought you here this late?" She greeted, emphasizing the name she used to enter the Selection. It was none other than the Princess herself, bent-backed and tiptoed. "Aunt~ it's me," embarrassed, she stood and immediately e

The loud sound of crashing of wood and breaking of porcelain vase echoed throughout the wide room. This was followed by an ear-splitting noise made by a human roar mixed with frustration and rage. "Damn you, Laudermann!" Lawrence slammed himself into the couch and threw punches in the air like a child going frenzy due to an extremely bad mood. In the middle of his outburst, a woman seated adjacent to him smiled and took a sip of her tea before placing it back to the glass table.She is a woman on her early twenties. Her dark blue hair is asymmetrically cut above her shoulders with the left side being longer than the other. She wears a pair of black-framed eyeglasses with a hanging white gem on the left side. The way she is dressed will surely get anyone's head turn — dark blue halter top tucked in a dark, fitted night skirt with the slit on her right leg reaching half of her thigh. "Is something the matter, Young Maste

Twelve years ago. . .Tristan gained half of his consciousness with a heavy head. His small and frail body felt burdened and unable to make a quick or huge movement. He could not even lift his upper body up, but as he tries to, his mind took a huge leap from oblivion instead. Then he was reminded of the last events he had to witness before he succumbed into total darkness. The screams of agony echoed on his mind, he covered his ears as they felt so near and fresh to him. He rolled his body right and left, clenching the sides of his head. His eyes twitched as burning tears flow from them. He could not scream, his mouth is wide open but it did not let his voice out. This time, images of his mother's frightened and agitated face flashed through his eyes like a quick slideshow. She was telling him something he could not discern because he was too scared to even process them. The only thing he is sure of, the village