Ivy was organizing her clothes in the southern region when there was a knock on her door.

"Come in!" Ivy ordered briefly.

The door opened, and Tesla entered carrying a tray of food. "Iv, let's have breakfast first. Our journey will be long and challenging," said Tesla, placing the tray on the table in Ivy's room.

"I'm not hungry yet, Tesla," Ivy said, pausing to arrange her clothes.

"Even if you're not hungry, still eat, Iv! You need energy to stay strong. Your mana and aura have just regained balance; you might fall ill again if they're unbalanced again," Tesla insisted.

Ivy walked closer to Tesla and sat beside her, who was busy getting the food. "Where are we actually going, Tesla?" Ivy asked.

"To an area in need of healing magic. It's also a way for you to train your restored magic, Iv," Tesla explained.

"You're right, but am I ready?" Ivy asked hesitantly.

"You are. You're the last descendant of both a witch and a seer, Iv. So, you have knowledge above average compared to all of us here. It's just that you're not too skilled at balancing everything yet. Take it slow! Now, let's eat!" Tesla said, handing a plate of food to Ivy.

Ivy smiled and nodded in agreement. They both then ate together while having random conversations.
***
Race was about to leave the pavilion when he stopped, feeling a pain in his stomach. He clutched his abdomen and took a deep breath. "My digestion is acting up again," he muttered quietly.

"Young Master Race, are you okay?" asked Gareta, accompanying Race outside.

Since Ivy's departure from the pavilion, Race had chosen to stay there. He didn't want to return to his pavilion, even though Ivy's was quite far from the base camp or the palace. Hearing Gareta's question, Race turned and smiled thinly, hiding his pain.

"I'm fine, Gareta. Go ahead! You can have breakfast with Selina now. I'll go to the palace before the witches Doha called arrive," Race said, masking his discomfort.

"Very well, Young Master Race," Gareta said before leaving Race alone.

Race sighed in relief for successfully deceiving Gareta. He then walked into the horse carriage that would take him to the palace.

Upon reaching the palace, Race furrowed his brow as he recognized the distinctive horse carriage from a specific region. "Why is there a horse carriage from the south?" Race wondered.

Race slowly descended from the horse carriage, wincing as his stomach pain intensified. He clutched his abdomen and stopped in his tracks. Soon, someone ran towards Race and gently held his hand.

Race was shocked to feel the touch of a hand he hadn't felt in a long time. He vividly remembered the grip of the hand of the person he missed so much.

"You haven't been eating properly, have you? Your hands are cold again; your digestion must be disturbed again," Ivy said, holding Race's hand and closing her eyes.

Race was beyond surprised to see Ivy in front of him. He was stunned and couldn't respond or react to Ivy's words. He absorbed everything Ivy said and almost couldn't believe that he was seeing Ivy again after all these years.

After finishing the healing magic for Race, Ivy opened her eyes. She gazed at Race momentarily, feeling guilty for leaving the man in pain for many years. Ivy smiled and then gently released Race's hand.

"It's done; your stomach doesn't hurt anymore, right?" Ivy asked.

Race didn't answer and just nodded in agreement. Ivy smiled again and took a deep breath, trying to compose herself to avoid being too emotional. Ivy desperately wanted to hug Race because she missed this man so much. Ivy then looked towards the group of witches from the south, including Tesla.

"I'm glad your stomach is no longer hurting. I have to go back there, Race. Take care of yourself," Ivy said.

Ivy had already started walking away, but Race's hand stopped her. The pale-skinned man pulled Ivy into his embrace.

"Iv, are you okay? Thank goodness you're okay. I've missed you, Iv," Race said tremblingly.

"Race."
Ivy couldn't say anything except calling Race's name. Ivy, who also missed Race, let the man embrace her tightly.

"Forgive me for letting you go, Iv. I never intended for you to leave the pavilion. I just wanted to relocate you temporarily to a house I had prepared. I only wanted to resolve all the issues that would be a problem for us without you knowing. Forgive me, Iv. I didn't mean to discard you."

Race continued to explain everything while crying. Ivy couldn't respond now; she reached out her hand and warmly returned Race's hug.

"Forgive me, Iv."
Race kept apologizing.

"It's okay, Race. I've forgotten everything. We've been living our own lives, and you seem fine without me; that's enough," Ivy said, patting Race's back gently.

Race shook his head quickly.
"I'm not fine, Iv. I'm almo...almost..."
Before Race could continue his words, the man who was still Ivy's husband fainted. Ivy was shocked as she felt Race's weakening hands embracing her.

"Race!" Ivy shouted in panic.
***
All the invited witches to the eastern region were busy treating the sick members of the royal family. They were also investigating the source of the epidemic, and they finally discovered that the cause of the outbreak was contaminated healthy water due to someone's actions.

"So, what should we do?" Winter asked Tesla.

Tesla smiled and looked towards Ivy, who had just finished predicting what they should do. Ivy then looked at Winter and smiled politely.

"No need to do anything, King Winter. Just close the well; there are still many other wells. That well is old, so it's time for it to retire," Ivy said, smiling again.

Winter felt like Ivy's smile was hypnotizing him. He was stunned and kept staring at Ivy.
"Has Ivy's smile always been this comforting since the past? Why do I feel so calm seeing her smile?" Winter thought, feeling a bit strange looking at Ivy's smile.

"King Winter, consider Ivy's advice. The healing magic for the royal family members is also done. We seek permission to return to our territory," Tesla requested.

"So soon? Don't you want to see Race's parents first, Iv?" Winter asked, looking at Ivy again.

"May I?" Ivy asked hesitantly.

"Of course," Winter replied.

Ivy then followed Winter's suggestion. She visited Lord Milano and Lady Maria in their pavilion. The servants in Race's parents' pavilion welcomed Ivy warmly.

"May I enter Mr. Milano and Mrs. Maria's room?" Ivy asked one of the head servants in the pavilion.

"Of course, Miss Ivy. Mr. and Mrs. have been waiting for you since earlier," the head servant said.

Ivy then walked into Lord Milano and Lady Maria's room. It turned out that Race's parents were sitting on a long chair. Their condition had improved after Ivy performed healing magic on them.

"Lord Milano, Lady Maria," Ivy greeted, bowing her body.

Lady Maria reflexively stood up upon seeing Ivy's arrival. Race's mother walked towards Ivy. Lady Maria reached for Ivy's hand and held it tightly.

"Why did you come back just now, Iv? I missed you so much. Why did you leave home? Race searched for you, and he almost died because you were gone," Lady Maria said.

Ivy didn't respond to anything; instead, she looked confused towards Lady Maria. Back when they all knew Ivy was a witch, they rejected her. So why did they seem to be okay with Ivy's abilities now?

"Your mother is right, Iv. Race and both of us need you, whoever you are, dear. We will accept you, don't leave the eastern region again. Stay with our son, because if you leave again, Race will truly die now," Lord Milano pleaded, sounding desperate.

Ivy couldn't answer anything and stared at Lord Milano and Lady Maria alternately.
***
Race had just opened his eyes, jolting up and immediately taking a sitting position. He scanned the room and realized he was in his pavilion. A moment later, Race remembered Ivy. He quickly descended from the bed, but his weak legs caused him to fall to the floor.

"Ivy! Where are you? Don't leave again, Iv!" Race shouted, unable to get up. Silence greeted him; there was no response from anyone outside his room. Race struggled to stand, but it was difficult due to his weakened legs. Still trying hard to get up, the door of Race's room swung open forcefully.

"Race!" Ivy exclaimed upon seeing Race on the floor, struggling to get up.

Ivy approached Race and helped him stand. She supported Race to return to the bed.
"Lie down!" Ivy commanded.

Race complied with Ivy's words and lay back on the bed. Ivy sighed and then sat on the edge of the bed.
"What do you need? Why didn't you call a servant? Isn't this bell here for calling servants?" Ivy asked, pointing to the bell beside Race's bed.

Race looked at the hand Ivy pointed, then looked back at Ivy and shook his head slowly.
"I don't need a servant."

"Then? Why did you come down and fall?"

"I was looking for you, Iv. I don't want you to leave me again."

Race's voice trembled again as if the man in front of Ivy felt suffocated, and he kept wanting to cry while talking to Ivy. Ivy sighed deeply and then gently reached for Race's hand. She felt Race's hand was icy and looked at him worriedly.

"Your hands are so cold; you need healing magic again," Ivy said.

"No, I just need you here," Race quickly denied.

Ivy smiled and then softly rubbed Race's hand.
"I'm not going anywhere, Race. I'm sorry for leaving home without saying goodbye to you first. I thought we were both happy after parting, but it turns out I was wrong," Ivy said.

"How can I be happy if my wife leaves home? How can I be happy like this?" Race asked, starting to cry.

Ivy smiled again and then wiped Race's tears gently. Ivy felt guilty after hearing all the stories from Race's parents about how Race had lived for the past few years. She shouldn't have left Race.

"Yes, I already know everything from your mom and dad. Now, you don't need to be sad anymore and don't be afraid of me leaving. I will stay here no matter what happens later. We can go through it together, Race," Ivy said calmly.

"What do you mean?" Race asked, confused.

Ivy smiled and then helped Race sit up. With a puzzled look, Race stared at Ivy intently.
"Can I still be Race Agnito's wife?" Ivy asked with a blossoming smile.

Instead of answering Ivy's question, Race burst into sobs. Race never expected his wife to come back now. Ivy chuckled at Race, who was so emotional. She then hugged Race and patted his back gently.

"Instead of answering, why are you crying, Race?" Ivy asked, continuing to try to calm Race.

"I'm too shocked and happy that you're back, Iv. Thank you for coming back to me," Race said with a broken voice between his sobs.

***The End***