Only God
Chapter 154 - 132: A Young Man Embarks on a Great Journey_2

Chapter 154: Chapter 132: A Young Man Embarks on a Great Journey_2

King Oton looked at the sleeping Esia and said with heartbreak,

For the past month, Esia had fallen ill with a disease no one had ever seen before, and even the highly skilled priests were helpless against it.

And all King Oton could do was watch helplessly as Esia’s condition worsened, from the initial dizziness to now being bedridden all day long, powerless to do anything.

He was immersed in the sorrow of his lover’s illness.

He didn’t even notice when a palace maid entered the bedroom at that moment.

"Your Majesty, Queen Isis..."

The palace maid hesitated to speak.

King Oton’s thoughts were interrupted. He turned his head and glared fiercely at the palace maid.

The palace maid shivered, the look in his eyes was terrifying.

"Isis? That cold woman who secretly insulted my lover, the great queen."

King Oton sneered,

"What does she want from me?"

The palace maid stuttered,

"The queen said she has found a good doctor for your Majesty’s lover."

"A good doctor?"

King Oton frowned and looked at Esia on the bed, then slowly said,

"Let the queen come here; she is my beloved wife."

As soon as he finished speaking, the palace maid turned and left the bedroom.

Shortly after, the palace maid led Queen Isis slowly through the fragrant corridor to the bedroom.

King Oton stared intently at Queen Isis, the beautiful woman who had borne him the Crown Prince.

Queen Isis smiled warmly, her expression pure and without malice.

King Oton lowered his guard slightly and said softly,

"My queen, I hear you have found a good doctor?"

"Your Majesty, I dare not deceive you. I truly have found a good doctor who can cure your lover’s illness."

Queen Isis glanced at Esia on the bed.

Ten years ago, it was she who lay on this bed, giving birth to the king’s only son.

And now, it was occupied by that lowly lover.

Queen Isis calmly hid the malice in her eyes.

King Oton did not notice anything unusual in the queen’s eyes, but the disconnection and disaffection over the years still made this noble man of the Ajia Kingdom reluctant to trust this woman.

"My queen, who is this good doctor?"

"Your Majesty, it is a witch,"

Queen Isis said.

King Oton was shocked, staring incredulously at the queen.

"A witch? What do you mean?"

The queen replied calmly,

"Yes, a witch, and this witch comes from the faith of the Druids of Yikabe, possessing immense powers and amazing medical skills.

She has appeared recently, treating various complicated diseases in the Royal Capital, curing countless nobles suffering from illness.

My king, I know you may not believe me, but you can inquire about this witch from your ministers,"

King Oton was a bit surprised; Queen Isis did not seem to be lying.

"Wait here."

With that, King Oton walked out of the bedroom and hurried toward the palace hall.

Queen Isis glanced at his departing figure, knowing that his reaction was as she had expected.

And she had already made all the arrangements.

In a short while, King Oton hurried back into the bedroom. Seeing his anxious expression, Queen Isis knew that her scheme had moved forward another successful step.

"It seems it is true, my wife."

King Oton affectionately addressed Queen Isis.

Queen Isis remained composed and simply said,

"If Your Majesty wishes, I can bring the witch into the bedroom to heal your lover’s illness and alleviate your worries."

King Oton hesitated, he paced around for a few circles and then suddenly appeared cautious.

"Queen, why do you offer such courtesy?"

It was known, not just among the ministers of the palace but even among those priests far removed from politics, the strained relationship between the royal couple.

Queen Isis lifted her face and looked at her questioning husband.

"Your Majesty, are you afraid I will do evil? You are my husband, my revered king, and although I am the queen, I am merely your slave, daring not to defy you. Why should you fear my evil?

You fancied Esia and let her sleep in this bed, but this bed has always been yours, all of this palace belongs to you, and even if I am dissatisfied, I can only let you deal with it as you see fit.

I remain silent, I obey you! Because you have once given me many rewards, and one most precious gift, our child!

Indulge in it, my husband, as long as you do not listen to slander and depose my queenly crown, it will be fine!"

If she continued to plea and appeared overly eager, the king would never believe her.

Yet Isis’s voice, although aggressive, seemed genuinely emotional.

King Oton was astonished as he looked at this woman, her candid words made the sentimental king lower his guard.

He had an illusion, mistakenly believing that this woman had spoken her entire heart.

"Alright, I misjudged you, my wife. Trust me, I swear to the great Kagawus, I will never let anyone replace you, not even Esia."

King Oton made a venomous vow in front of the queen.

Queen Isis smiled slightly and said:

"Then, let me bring the witch over to see you, King of Ajia."

She glanced at Esia,

"May the Plague God stay far from him, and may he recover soon."

King Oton nodded, greatly comforted by Isis’s blessing.

Sincerely, the king took the queen’s hand, caressing the beautiful fur on his wife’s body,

"Queen, although I cannot give you the love you deserve, you know that my love belongs only to me, and it has already been bestowed upon my Esia.

However, Queen, once Esia recovers, you will receive another noble treasure—my friendship."

Queen Isis barely concealed the sarcasm in her eyes.

However, King Oton, wrapped in his emotions, clearly didn’t notice.

"Once Esia awakens, I promise you, you will become a beloved friend to both me and Esia. You are so wise, my wife, surely you can make us happy."

Queen Isis stared at the king and smiled simply,

"I am happy to receive whatever you bestow, Your Majesty."

After a while, King Oton released the queen’s hand, letting the palace maid lead her away from there.

As she departed, Queen Isis cast a glance over the king and his lover.

She sneered inwardly.

Isis had once sought love from Oton; she was submissive and considerate towards him, even fulfilling her holy duty as queen—bearing a Royal Family heir.

Despite never receiving a shred of affection from Oton, let alone heartfelt trust between spouses.

Yet all these were now mere illusions.

King Oton had personally shattered them.

It was he who gave his love, destined for himself, to a slave presented by the Prime Minister.

Queen Isis had seen everything clearly, she no longer wished to dedicate her life to this despicable man, this pitiful love.

"Enjoy your sentimentality, your joy, revel in it, my husband.

Soon, you will lose everything.

Lose your lover, lose your love, and even lose your throne,

Lose every single moment you’ve ignored."

She muttered to herself.

Stepping out of the palace, Queen Isis faced the brilliant sunshine, slightly stretching her arms, welcoming the impending future.