Foltest stood up and said to the Prime Minister: "Then let's stop here today. In the afternoon... no, we will discuss this matter tomorrow."
The Prime Minister saw that the king seemed to be really ill, so he said nothing more, found his crutches, and stood up. "As you command, Your Majesty."
The Prime Minister opened the door and nodded in greeting to the two sorceresses standing at the door. Then the sorceresses made way for the Prime Minister, who was leaning on crutches, to limp away first.
After the sorceresses entered the study, the guards guarding the outside closed the study door again.
Both sorceresses made a skirt-lifting ceremony. "Your Majesty."
"Please take a seat."
When Triss and Keira sat down, Foltest organized his language and told the sorceresses in front of him about the strange dream he had last night.
Triss and Keira looked at each other.
It was Keira who said, "Your Majesty, can you allow me to use magic to check it for you?"
"Of course, please do it, Ms. Keira."
So Keira stretched out his hand, and a complex golden magic circle appeared in front of his palm.
When this golden magic circle appeared, Foltest suddenly felt inexplicably afraid of light, and felt empty and flustered in his heart.
It wasn't until Keira dissipated the magic light and a while later that Foltest felt better.
Then he discovered that Keira's face was very solemn.
He suppressed the panic in his heart and asked, "Ms. Keira, is there any problem?"
Keira did not answer immediately, but bit his lip.
It seems that he is hesitating, not knowing whether to tell the truth.
"Ms. Keira, I am the king and I order you to speak out."
"Yes, Your Majesty," Keira had no choice but to tell the truth, "Your Majesty, you have been marked by the Mark of the Deep Sea, you have been watched by the evil god, and you have been contaminated by him."
"Evil God?"
This word is too far away for a king who is always worried about national affairs.
It seems to exist in another world.
And this is indeed the case.
Although monsters still exist in this world, Foltest sometimes receives reports that Temeria is invaded and destroyed by monsters, but these reports are often drowned out by other types of reports.
So much so that Foltest sometimes forgets that in the world they live in, although humans are already the masters of the continent, the monsters that come with Conjunction of the Spheres are not dead yet and are still causing destruction everywhere.
"If my knowledge has not deceived me, there should be only one person who can release Mark of the Deep Sea, and his name is the evil god Dagon."
When Keira spit out the word "Evil God Dagon", Foltest's brain seemed to be stirred back and forth by a sharp knife, and he almost fell off the chair in pain.
For some reason, his brain suddenly understood the cause of the pain:
Because the unbeliever directly pronounces his master's name.
"Keira!" Triss knelt in front of the king and released a soft white light with his hands. Only then did Foltest feel that the pain raging in his brain was slowly relieving, "Don't say that name directly in front of the person who was marked Mark of the Deep Sea."
Keira knew he had made a mistake, lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry, Your Majesty."
Foltest lay on the floor for a while, then gradually regained his strength and stood up from the floor.
He first thanked Triss, and then forgave Keira for his rashness just now.
Then, he sat back on the chair, recalled the information that just appeared in his mind, and said with lingering fear, "That existence that cannot even be named, is he also in this world?"
Keira shook his head.
"No, except for the gods born in this world, no gods are in the material world. They can only leave a projection in the material world at most. However, for non-divine creatures, even a projection is unstoppable."
"Your Majesty, a mark has been planted in your body. If it is not removed in time, you will one day become a slave of evil spirits."
Foltest nodded heavily.
"Ms. Keira, Ms. Triss, when will it start?"
"You can do it now." Triss said, "It's just... Your Majesty, to completely eliminate Mark of the Deep Sea, you may need to hold multiple purification rituals, but please rest assured that Keira and I will definitely remove all evil pollution from your body."
Next, the two sorceresses carefully drew a magic circle with complicated patterns on the floor of the study room.
Then, they took out the casting materials, placed them in various blocks on the magic circle, and finally let Foltest stand in the center of the magic circle.
But when Foltest stood at the place requested by the two sorceresses, Triss and Keira looked at each other, but did not start the purification ceremony immediately.
"What's the problem?"
"Your Majesty, maybe you should sit down better," Triss shook his wand, and a chair flew behind Foltest, "Keira?"
Keira also waved his magic wand, conjured several ribbons, and tied the king tightly to the chair.
Before Foltest could speak, Keira said.
"This is a necessary measure, Your Majesty. The purification ritual will cause you pain. It's not that I don't believe in your will, but the body's survival instinct will drive you to escape. Every purification ritual is critical, and we should try our best to avoid the possibility of failure."
Foltest Although he felt unhappy, after all, the sorceress's request was for the sake of his health, so he did not have an attack.
Every line is like a mountain. If you don't understand it, it's best to listen to the experts.
Keira and Triss began to chant spells.
The magic circle on the ground emits a dazzling golden light, covering Foltest.
In just a moment, Foltest instantly felt like a loach falling into boiling water, or like a bird flying close to the sun.
He was now very grateful that the two sorceresses had thought carefully. If he had not been tied tightly at this moment, he might not be able to control himself and subconsciously escape from the magic circle, resulting in failure.
But even if he has made the right choice, the pain he is suffering now cannot be eliminated, and there are even signs of gradually deepening.
Foltest used to think that he was a tough guy who would not make a sound even if he was stabbed.
He was wrong.
For the next ten minutes, his screams continued to surround the study room.
I don't know how much time passed, but the golden light on the magic circle finally began to fade away. Foltest slumped down on the chair, gasping for free air.
His body was completely soaked with sweat, as if he had just swam in Lake Vizima, and the ground was covered with water stains.