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With practiced ease, Erica handed her the medicine and a handkerchief drenched in perfume. It had become one of her habits, a way to cope with the terrible smell that greeted her every morning. Sophia took the medicine and held the handkerchief under her nose. But neither the strong perfume nor the terrible, ever-present stench could overcome her physical exhaustion. It was as if the medicine, which had seemed so ineffective last night, was only now taking hold. She kept nodding off, her head drooping…- 41.7 K • Ongoing
- "You must have seen it wrong." Ronald's reply was curt, but Solid answered with a burst of excitement. "How could I have seen it wrong? You know my room is right next to Sophia's. I heard a strange noise from the terrace and looked out, and I saw something whitish. At the time I thought it was a ghost, but looking back, it was definitely Sophia's nightgown. I'm telling you, I saw her go into her room from there." "Even if it was her, I'm sure she had her reasons." It was a little surprising to…
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*** Several days had passed since my arrival, and my life had been remarkably peaceful. Lennard, despite bringing me here, hadn't made a single attempt to contact me. This wasn't to say he was shirking his duties. Rumors of Duke Verhagen’s tireless efforts in clearing the path to the gate were widespread. He was pushing himself to the limit, yet he hadn't so much as glanced my way. Why did he even bring me here? I wondered. Initially, I had been too apprehensive to leave my room, but yesterday,…- 50.3 K • Ongoing
- "If you're troubled by the lack of congratulations from the church and the Schneider family, shouldn't we prepare something of equal measure on our side? With the blessing of the imperial family, no one will even remember that the Schneiders weren't present." He wasn't wrong. The blessing of a ducal house was far better than that of the failing House Schneider. Furthermore, the Crown Princess was currently vying with the saintess for influence in high society. Having me, the future duchess, on her side…
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- Within days, the news of my engagement to Lennard swept through high society. It put the church in a rather awkward position. I hadn't realized it, but apparently, rumors of a budding relationship between Sierra and Lennard had been quite widespread. As I sat in Lennard's office to discuss our wedding preparations, I found myself worrying about the rift with the church all night. "And?" Lennard asked, his expression calm after hearing my concerns. "Well, I'm worried that your relationship with the…
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The House of Rubelot, rulers of Lubenshire, a land stretching across the northwestern part of the kingdom, were renowned not only for their superhuman strength, said to be derived from the protection of the Red Dragon, but also for their abundant gold, diamond, and mana stone mines. Once dismissed as a wasteland of barren canyons and desolate plains, a cursed land fit only for exile, Lubenshire had, with every acre tilled, yielded a bounty of precious minerals. The discovery of mana stones, a…- 46.9 K • Ongoing
- Useful for what? He already knew the answer. It was laid bare before his very eyes. Everything he had known, everything he had assumed, was being upended, shaken to its core. How much of that had been the truth, and how much a lie? In this horrifying hell made by men for men, what had she done? Or, what had been done to her? With that impassive face, she had sent him away without a second thought, only to return to this place... "...All of you. You will not speak a word of what you've seen…
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- "Lord Noxian! Where have you been?" his adjutant exclaimed, hurrying to his side as Noxian returned to Argen Castle. Far more time had passed than he’d realized since leaving the sanctuary. "I had something to take care of. What of the dungeons?" Joseph, his face a ghastly white, answered with undisguised revulsion. "...You need to see it for yourself, my lord. It's... a massacre. I can't believe those madmen would go this far..." This far? A creeping sense of dread coiled in Noxian’s…
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- “Ah.” Belatedly, Lennard flushed and stammered out an explanation. “I-It's not that I intend to initiate contact, or anything of that sort.” Seeing him so flustered, I believed him, but since I couldn't grasp his true intention, I couldn't help but be suspicious. “I-I mean, once we're married, you'll have to accompany me on the regular subjugations, and if my condition worsens, s-some contact will be unavoidable.” “Oh.” Right, I'd forgotten. Subjugations. Awakened Ones and…
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His face was scratched and bruised, his hair a tangled mess. Though Damon’s clothes were torn and tattered, a sorry sight indeed, as he ran toward Sienna, in that moment, he was her valiant, if diminutive, hero. *** “Y-Your Grace. What brings you here?” The Baron, ashen-faced, flung his sword aside and scrambled to prostrate himself before the Duke, who sat astride a sleek, black steed, followed not only by Damon but a retinue of knights. “Do I require a reason to visit my nephew’s…- 26.6 K • Ongoing
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