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A Chosen Hero Who Doesn't Want to Be a Hero

In Eutimia, the people are divided into four castes: magic users of music and songs; food magic users; ordinary magic users; and those with no magic talent. And Marleen Harper just wanted to enjoy his normal life as the owner of a not-so-popular cooking school in Eutimia and a user of food magic when he received news of his parents' death from Iskandar Lennon, his best friend, whom he hadn't seen since he left the palace where he was raised as the younger brother of Marion Harper, the crown prince of the kingdom of Eutimia as well as his older brother. He, who initially only wants to continue to enjoy his normal life, is forced to face difficult choices when he finds out that he is the person in the legend who will determine the future of Eutimia, which is in danger thanks to the presence of Ciardha, a rebellious magician who wants to rule over Eutimia and the whole world by making himself the sole ruler, and who disturbs the peaceful life in Eutimia with various attacks aimed at magic users from the first and second castes, the highest caste in Eutimia. Which option will Marleen choose; to help save Eutimia from Ciardha's hands, or instead join Ciardha and create a new world that will change the whole order of life in Eutimia?

carmen_irene27 · Fantasy
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90 Chs

Chapter 83

For a moment I was silent, looking closely at Iskandar's eyes to confirm my statement, which in no way blamed him for what he had done to me a few moments ago.

"Are you sure about what you said just now?" he asked, to which 

I answered with a nod of my head. "Then, how are you feeling now? Are you okay?"

"I'm a little hurt, but as you can see, I'm fine."

With a serious face, Iskandar nodded his head before he got up from my bed and held my shoulders tightly.

"I see. Then you better stay here while I'm going to ask Oscar to heal you again with his healing magic right now."

I shook my head as I removed his shaking hand from my shoulder and smiled up at him.

"But, Marleen. What if you–"

"I already told you I'm okay, right?"

"Yeah, but still…"

"Are you going to say that you can't help yourself from feeling worried about me?"