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“Raphelt could have returned safely today, too. Ah, what a pity. The sight of him spitting up blood with that half-dead look on his face.” A dark malevolence clouded Yansi’s face. It was an animosity with a clear target, going beyond mere jealousy. She took a step, closing the distance between us. “You see, I want Raphelt to come to me on his own, without me having to cling to him or scheme to win him over. And as quickly as possible. Seducing a man who has no feelings for me is more…- 19.1 K • Ongoing
She think she had stumbled into some serious family drama. “Umm, Sienna.” A small voice called to Sienna from nearby. Turning, she saw Mary, Jane, and Kanna, the maids from the cleaning supply room. Sienna approached them with a smile. “Hey, everyone.” Her voice was gentle. They hesitated, looking at her with wide eyes, then suddenly, as if on cue, rushed towards her, bursting into tears. “Waaah! Sienna, I’m so sorry we couldn’t protect you!” “Sniff, you have no idea how…- 26.6 K • Ongoing
- His silver scale armor glittered in the sun, and his navy blue scabbard, though unadorned with jewels, was of visibly high quality. The long cape draped across his back was wide enough to wrap around Sienna three times over. At a glance, he looked like a knight of noble birth, yet the more she observed him, the harder it was to guess his identity. He was not the sort of person one would expect to see in these mountains. “My name is Rohael Caneloph. May I know the lady’s name?” he asked,…
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- “Borage, how pretty.” Snap. The pretty thought was immediately followed by the cruel snapping of the borage flower. It was a shame, but Sienna had no time for idle admiration. Humming to herself, she continued to pick the borage. With its scent of cucumber, borage was a useful flower in many ways. It was sometimes called the herb of gladness, as wine made from its flowers and leaves was said to wash away sorrow, and a tea made from it could reduce fever. Intending to make tea for Damon,…
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“You can come in now.” Inside, four Clouds sat in a row, their postures identical, which was, frankly, creepy. It was like some kind of bizarre cloning technique. “Did you all have to synchronize your expressions, too?” “….” “Are you all collectively refusing to speak?” “….” “Silence is consent, you know.” “….” These Clouds were proving to be a challenge. I decided to switch tactics. I leaned in close to the Cloud on the far left, uncomfortably…- 38.6 K • Ongoing
- As I carved my seal onto them, Lawrence expressed his admiration. “So you use slimes as your summoned beasts. That’s amazing.” “Right? They’re cute.” I said, patting the slime perched on my hand. Lawrence gave an awkward laugh. “Want to touch it? It’s wet.” “Ah, no. I’m fine.” Lawrence seemed to dismiss slimes, but they had their uses. I already had a plan. I was going to secretly summon a slime onto Edward’s desk. Even a crown prince would be startled by a…
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- “No, I definitely saw it! What is this…! Hey! Where did you go! Come out!” Like a madwoman, I pounded on the bare ground. Was I seeing things? No, there’s no way. I even smelled it. “Lumina? What are you doing over there?” My body went rigid. I was still crouched, fist raised over the ground. “...How long have you been there?” Screaming internally, I turned to find Lawrence smiling pleasantly. “Since you started shouting and hitting the ground.” Someone please…
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Chapter 13 - Studying “I’m so exhausted. Do they think I’m some kind of angel?” “That patient again? I thought he’d stopped coming for a while, but he’s back as usual.” “You know those days when everything goes wrong? A perfectly good picture frame falls off the wall, the milk you thought was fine has gone sour… I had a bad feeling this morning, and I was right.” Two clerics in mid-level robes sat on the breakroom sofa, talking. Smoking was prohibited in the breakroom, but…- 53.0 K • Ongoing
- “And was that the help you received?” Lowellhide pointed to Helion, lying on the floor. Then he gestured to my empty neck. He wouldn’t be able to find the scattered fragments of the necklace, but the meaning was clear. “I was only taking back what was mine. Is there a problem?” Freed from the brainwashing, I spoke without the slightest hint of a headache. The look on Lowellhide’s face as his eyebrows knitted together was such a masterpiece that it made even the lingering dizziness feel…
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- “This is…” “Oh?” Awendolf and Lowellhide both turned to look at me in unison. Awendolf, to see the cleric who had just ruined his magical formula, and Lowellhide, to see his consort who had just seized another man’s wrist. The problem was that both of them were looking at me. Standing at the center of the predicament, I offered the two of them an awkward smile. “As much as I like your smile, would you mind letting go of my hand, Cleric? I happen to be a man with a complicated past…
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