He couldn’t decide whether to laugh or cry at what the woman had said. Pregnant? Intercourse? He had no intention of doing everything she was ordering him to do! He loved Valeria, and he couldn’t bear the thought of sleeping with another woman. Besides, he came here to save his wife... not to fulfill whatever desires these women had. His fists clenched. Was this the exorcist woman’s plan to torment him? His jaw tightened at the thought. “Come. The leader is calling for you,” the woman said before walking away. But Alkan remained where he stood. His lips pressed into a firm line as he watched the siren walk further away. After a moment, she stopped and turned to him, her forehead creased. “Why are you still not following?” she asked. He swallowed before speaking. “I won’t meet with the leader. Tell them to send me back to the White Palace.” The woman’s eyes widened slightly as she stared at him, then looked away with a sigh. “Aren’t you hungry? The leader has been waiting at the

Selena secretly laughed, but there was no mockery in her expression. Only a smile and laughter appeared on her face. These were the habits she had developed ever since she became the leader of the siren tribe. She had never revealed her true self to anyone. Only she knew what lay behind her cheerful and kind expression. Alkan glanced at the siren woman. He studied her face carefully and could see the hidden mockery in her eyes. Hah. He knew Selena was lying. It wasn’t a secret among creatures that he had the ability to read and understand emotions. This was called human psychology. And because the beings in Tribal never studied such things, they were unaware that he could read expressions. That’s why he could easily tell who was lying—just like Selena. It was obvious she had no intention of letting him go. The intense hatred in her eyes made it clear she wouldn’t simply free someone who had a good relationship with her enemy. He also knew that the only reason Selena hadn’t kille

Alkan stayed beneath the river for several more weeks. Selena announced that she was carrying an heir in her womb. That night, the tribe held a feast, and even though Alkan was the center of attention, some could not help but indulge in their excitement. They were eager to share a bed with him.He was gloomy. He had no intention of building a harem, yet it was as if he were the protagonist of a story filled with beautiful women longing for him.Moments later, Selena turned to him and once again introduced him to the entire tribe as the king of the merfolk. He let out a breath and stood up. As he scanned the crowd of guests, he realized that despite the population having remained stagnant for centuries, the number of merfolk was still overwhelming.Two attendants approached him and placed a golden crown on his head. They smiled at him, and he responded with a nod. He was eager to return to his chamber to rest.Eventually, the feast came to an end.

The lands of Tribal were vast. While soaring through the sky, Alkan could see the territory ruled by the White Wing Tribe. Unlike the south, which was shrouded in darkness, the western lands were bathed in light as the sun peeked through the clouds. What amazed him was that despite flying under the midday sun, he did not feel its scorching heat. Instead, it felt as if he were submerged in lukewarm water—just the right temperature for him.They flew past clusters of houses. Alkan was even more astonished when he saw creatures with small wings on their backs. However, what puzzled him was how fast they ran, as if they were incapable of flight.Moments later, they passed by another group of beings that suddenly appeared out of nowhere. His eyes widened when he saw two of them soaring through the air—despite having no wings attached to their backs.The two creatures noticed the passing sawikin carrying Alkan. They approached, prompting Gio to stop mid-air and hover in place. He turned to

Alkan's lips pressed into a thin line. He would have preferred not to hear that truth. Still, he didn’t refuse the offer and left the training grounds. He could feel the odd stares of the sawikin as he walked away. It seemed like more people were glaring at him now than before. Several days passed, and he continued training. The general helped him strengthen his body, and Alkan was pleased with the results. He no longer get tired easily, and his legs and arms felt stronger. He could now run faster and almost keep up with the sawikin. At first, they were amazed by his determination. But soon, they started training even harder—none of them wanted to be outdone by a mortal. Time passed peacefully in the White Palace, but that peace didn’t last. One day, when Alkan arrived at the training grounds, the sawikin were whispering among themselves, casting hostile glances his way. None of them wanted to train beside him. If not for the general’s strict orders, there would have been no tra