Only God
Chapter 321 - 278: Eventually Became a Witch

Chapter 321: Chapter 278: Eventually Became a Witch

Eternal Life, the thing countless people yearn for in their dreams.

Now King Seleucus, having undergone a ritual, possessed eternal life.

After the ritual, he felt that his sensations had changed from inside out, the once aging wrinkles slowly faded away, and even his soul felt much lighter.

"But... Carlo, why would you..."

King Seleucus saw Carlo on the same ritual pattern.

For a moment, he was full of confusion.

As his voice fell, fear instantly swept over Carlo’s body and mind; she breathed rapidly, her lips trembling, but she couldn’t speak.

She too realized that the wrinkles on her body were slowly disappearing, and the sensation of eternal life truly lingered in her soul.

As Carlo remained speechless, Mona quickly said,

"Your Majesty, this is part of the ritual."

After her moment of stunned silence, Carlo turned her head and cast a grateful look.

Without a doubt, this witch was defending her.

Upon hearing Mona’s explanation, King Seleucus’s eyes revealed deep suspicion.

But... he had already obtained what he wanted.

Eternal Life!

He would become the first person in the world to live forever, eternally ruling over the great kingdom beneath him.

With that thought, King Seleucus no longer pressed the matter,

"You have fulfilled my wish; I must reward you.

Whatever you desire, my subjects will make every effort to satisfy you."

.........

After the ritual, King Seleucus, who had obtained eternal life, returned to the palace.

The Nobles and Ministers looked up at the rejuvenated king, their hearts stirring with astonishment.

Their king... had really achieved immortality?

One Minister asked with a quivering voice,

"Your Majesty... by the Gods above, have you truly..."

King Seleucus looked at the Minister and said with an authoritative and solemn tone,

"I have gotten what I wanted."

As the words landed, the courtiers in the palace were taken aback, and after a long pause, they unanimously offered their congratulations to King Seleucus.

The third Prince watched his father, sensing something amiss.

His father’s voice was no longer as old as before, the white hair on his head had disappeared, and all wrinkles had vanished. Externally, King Seleucus had reverted to youth and would live forever, but the third Prince still felt something was not right.

What exactly was wrong, the third Prince could not articulate.

Maybe... he was overthinking it.

The third Prince also offered his blessings and congratulations to his father. Now that King Seleucus had achieved the eternal life he had longed for, it wasn’t appropriate for him to voice his doubts.

Soon after, Carlo and Mona returned to the mansion prepared for them in the Liboga Kingdom.

Back in their bedroom, with only Carlo and Mona left in the hall, Carlo, for some reason, felt an inexplicable panic arising.

The black-robed witch turned around; she stood in the shadows, staring fixedly at the woman in front of her.

Under that gaze, Carlo’s panic surged, and she subconsciously knelt on the ground.

"Your, your grace... It wasn’t intentional... I, I just lost my mind for a moment!

Please forgive me! I acted on impulse, I lost my mind! I can’t believe, I can’t believe..."

Carlo spoke incoherently, humbly begging for forgiveness from the witch before her.

Mona, looking at her mother trembling, felt her weak chest heave, her heart painfully struggling.

Many years ago, when facing that forest witch, it was Carlo who knelt on the ground... and many years later, her mother still knelt like that.

Only this time, the object of her mother’s subservience had changed from that forest witch to herself.

It turned out that, all these years, Carlo had never changed.

Beneath this subservience was greed.

Mona was deeply disappointed; the usually timid girl now felt resentment and anger.

Her brow trembled, almost contorting together, appearing quite twisted.

Harboring the last sliver of hope, the girl tentatively asked her mother,

"Eternal life was never meant for you.

But as fate would have it, now that you’ve attained eternal life, what price must you pay?"

The girl’s voice trembled softly, as she nearly lost the strength to maintain the witch’s indifference.

"What price must I pay?"

This sentence echoed in Carlo’s mind.

Price...

Both witches she had encountered mentioned the word "price."

To trade with a witch, a price must be paid.

So what could she... what price could she afford to pay?

Carlo stood rooted to the spot, various images flashing through her mind.

Her first thought was of gold, silver, and jewels...

But she quickly realized that to these witches hidden in the Secret Forest, such things were merely inanimate objects, scarcely enough to pay the price for Eternal Life.

Then she thought of things related to prestige, such as noble titles...

But those too were meaningless to witches.

If witches cared about such prestige, the world wouldn’t be full of sinister tales about them.

Carlo became more agitated and uneasy the more she thought...

It seemed she had... nothing of sufficient value to exchange for Eternal Life.

Since she had nothing...

Then she had to offer up everything most precious to her in exchange.

At that thought, Carlo froze.

Then, she trembled violently with emotion.

What is the most precious thing to a mother?

Her children...

Those who have endured hardships and accompanied her through countless times.

Carlo remembered again the past when she had traded her little girl Amina for the Magic Potion.

After a while, her cracked lips parted to say a phrase,

"Noble lady, I do not have the price for Eternal Life.

Please take my most precious thing.

And my most precious, has always been my children."

The words fell to the ground.

Mona seemed to hear something shattering with a bang.

As glass hit the ground, in the piercing sound of breaking, nothing was left.

The girl stood in the shadows, knowing she had lost the bet.

She had to leave and return to that dark Secret Forest, to toil in making Magic Potion day and night, forever in the company of her own shadow.

All this, seemed to confirm the name that the witch had given her.

Mona...

Meaning solitude.

Her eyes stung and trembled.

How easy it was to utter the word "mother," yet she had lost the reason to utter it at all.

In this wager, save for despair, nothing else was left in her heart.

"Goodbye."

After a while, the witch in the black robe said coldly,

"Carlo, you will never see me again."

In a blink of an eye, the witch has vanished without a trace.

Carlo stood trembling, not knowing if the witch had accepted the price she offered.

But the black-robed witch was gone, and now, she had Eternal Life.

Carlo was somewhat frantic, her heart beating restlessly, feeling something amiss but unable to put it into words.

However soon, the ecstasy of Eternal Life dispersed all unease.

Carlo covered her mouth, laughing wildly in the darkness.

Losing children... was but a meager price to pay for Eternal Life.

And the little daughter she had given to the witch, she embarked on her journey back to the Secret Forest.

The witch’s apprentice, in the end, had become the witch.

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