Chapter 119. Raeilla

THE GODDESS’S DEATH

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“Mother/ Urduja,”  as they said their name in unison, Sayren who is watching in his own room in the sky through his Fog Reflection, sighed in relief.

“Phoebe’s servant came.” He said in expectation. “Sighed*... Raeilla, why is your world getting smaller and smaller?” he shook his head and looked at his cloud window and sipped his tea.

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Maidens were blessed in birth, as soon as they were planted in their mother’s tomb, they already had a future of becoming the Soon-to-be-wife of the king. But it takes years for that to happen. And within those years, that bright future slowly showed its darker journey before having that.

“The selection is already happening.” Constant