All Chapters of The Duke's Unwanted Wife: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

"In the absence of any more objections and suggestions, we can call this meeting to a close. The treaty of the three continents will come into effect from this moment on. I want to thank everyone who came and I really hope that no one will suggest starting a war anytime soon," Natalia said after she finished signing the treaty. The other leaders left, leaving only Natalia and Fredrich standing there with no audience. She raised his eyebrows, wondering what he was going to say this time. "You can come back to Ducroft.""Pardon?""We're already divorced and your family is a ducal family now. You can return to Ducroft. You'll have the freedom you crave and the respect of the members of high society.""I am already a Duchess in my own right and I am respected by the highest authority in Polivia. Tell me why I should return to Ducroft, your majesty.""It couldn't be easy to be a Duchess in another kingdom. Ducroft is your home. You can always return home.""Ducroft stopped being my home

“Where did you go, Master?”“I felt something strange so I went to check it out. A god descended to the earth,” she replied casually like she was stating the weather. Amaika’s jaw hung. It wasn’t often that anyone got to see a god but she nonchalantly did and returned with a scratch on her face.“Did the god do that to your face?”“Hmm. I asked her to prove she was a god and she unleashed her aura on me.” “Master, you could’ve died!”“It would take a lot more than that to kill me. Don’t we have a lot of work to do? We still have an inspection scheduled for…”The space in front of them distorted briefly and Madaline walked out of it. She walked right up to Natalia and touched her face.“I will rip off those limbs that did this to you.”“I’m yet to understand the kind of relationship you have with Uriel and why you hold so much anger towards her and not the dragons that have been actively hunting your kind for centuries.”“I hold a grudge against anyone actively involved in Nataroth’s

For some reason, even if they had a trade agreement, there was friction between the kingdom of Ducroft and the Empire of Illumine. It happened when an old man was trying to cross the border into the Empire and he was shoved to the ground by the guard. The citizens of Ducroft caused a huge riot and it had to be settled by the special forces of Ducroft. Because of the treaty, war couldn’t carelessly start but it was on everyone’s lips. While this was going around, people started to hear about the modern town being built in Polivia. It was the first of its kind but it promised to be a completely industrialized town. It prompted some people to travel to Polivia just to discover what industrial meant. “I have lived a long life but I haven’t met a conniving person like you.”“Should I take that as a compliment, Grandmother?”“Perhaps,” the old woman replied, chuckling. They were having tea on the balcony of the huge mansion, looking down at the servants unloading the carriage filled with

“MOTHER!”“You made the right choice, your majesty, you can rest in peace,” Natalia said, picking up the decapitated head. She cradled it to a chest, closing her eyes. Temara continued to scream, held closely by Sebastian. Fury burned in Madaline’s eyes but no one moved. “You’re a hard mortal to persuade. Maybe next time, I will go for that one,” Thiton said, pointing at Sebastian. Natalia’s blood ran cold. She lifted her head and glared at him. Thiton felt his entire body tremble feeling her glare on him. “Leave.”The gods left just as quietly as they arrived, the headless body finally falling to the floor. Madaline snapped her fingers and the body was wrapped up. Natalia stood with blood on her gown, staring into space. Temara lunged at her, wanting to tear at her but stopped when she heard her tiny voice. “Madaline, did I…make the wrong choice?”Madaline sighed, conjuring up a handkerchief to clean her bloody hands. “I don’t know. Whatever they’re up to, they won’t give up unti

The grand halls of the Church of Ducroft were silent and solemn. The inner halls were particularly off limits to visitors, home to several rooms that the Saintess carried out various rituals. The room was tightly guarded by several guards and several attendants stood by the door. All of them seemed to ignore the peculiar noises and light flashing beneath the door. The noises abruptly stopped and the door opened. Adelie walked out, covered in sweat, making the white gown she wore transparent. The side of her lips down to her gown was dripping with a suspicious red liquid. None of the guards dared to look in her direction as she wasn’t wearing anything under the gown. She turned to the attendants by the door. “Clean the mess up,” she commanded, accepting the blue cloak they held. Without saying a word, they filed into the room while she walked in the opposite direction. Two guards flanked her, one handing her a scroll. “A summons from his majesty, huh? Well, I guess some things never