Chapter 433:

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Her words tugged at Emeriel’s heart. Kneeling down, she met the child’s gaze. In human years, the child would be no older than six, but in Urekai years, she was likely even younger.

AUTHOR’S NOTE:

This note was meant to be included before the start of Book 3, but I forgot I was posting the particular manuscript without it. I have already edited the beginning to add it.

This is also being included here for those who have already reached this part. So here it is:

Just as Book 1 set the stage for Book 2, Book 3 lays the foundation for Book 4, which will wrap up the entire series.

What this means is that Book 3 is not just a continuation—it is a whole new beginning. A fresh buildup. That’s how this series was meant to be.

At times, the pacing for Book 3 may feel slow, but that’s largely because it’s being released chapter by chapter rather than as a complete book.

Every event happens with purpose. Nothing is without reason, and in time, all the pieces will come together before this series concludes.

On that note, keep this in mind: Although this book follows directly after Book 2, it also signifies a shift. The start of a new journey for the main characters.

So clear your mind and step into this story anew: the journey continues. But if you cannot follow the pacing, please wait until this book is marked as complete, so you can binge-read it all in one sitting.

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Kiss,

Leilani

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“Would you like some fruits?” Emeriel asked.

“Yes, please,” the girl replied, her voice small, her little smile hopeful. “What’s your name?”

“Dabekka.”

“Now, Dabekka, hold out your clothes,” Emeriel instructed, helping the child raise her garment to form a makeshift pouch. She then emptied the fruits from her basket into Dabekka’s cocooned dress, ensuring the fruits stayed secure.

The youngling’s eyes widened with delight. “Thank you, please!” She darted forward and planted a quick, unexpected kiss on Emeriel’s cheek before sprinting off.

Stunned, Emeriel slowly rose, her hand touching the spot where the kiss lingered like a warm breath. She scanned the area again, and sure enough, several Urekai were watching her from a distance.

Her first instinct was to shout, “I did not harm her!” But she swallowed the impulse.

Instead, she squared her shoulders and continued toward the fortress. Let them think what they liked.

“Welcome back, Princess. The herbalist is inside,” the soldier stationed at the entrance informed her.

“The herbalist?” Emeriel frowned. She had already visited the herbalist’s dwelling, collecting the herbs he was supposed to deliver, before going to the garden.

Her footsteps were soundless as she entered the chambers.

A man stood over the grand king, his dagger raised above the king’s heart.

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