Magister medicinae
The merfolk and the servants had long collapsed. The smell that permeated every atom around me made me nauseous as well. The legs of the mortal body that had been borrowed by the Great King were decaying rapidly. The hands, too, were beginning to show signs of wasting. I was busily muttering incantations to allow Great King's soul to merge into that of the fairy puppet's.
I failed to understand the Great King's motive for choosing to merge his soul with a fairy's. But, as his loyal aide, I could only follow his instructions.
As I finished the last spell, the entire realm was engulfed in smoke. Nothing was visible. I could hear the panicked voices of those who belonged to the realm. I could sense the confusion that those in the palace were suffering from. I tried to
