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“Karta.” “Yes, Your Imperial Majesty.” The emperor looked at Karta’s face, his expression full of concern. It was the same every year on Karta’s birthday. No congratulations, just a brief, uncomfortable look at his face. That was all. Karta briefly counted in his head. No. You may go. As if on cue, the emperor spoke. “No. You may go.” It was always the same birthday greeting. A hollow sentiment that was neither congratulatory nor mournful. At the emperor’s unchanging…- 39.4 K • Ongoing
- The earrings given to Fiogen were an imperial treasure. There was only one reason Karta had been entrusted with something so precious: he was the empress’s only blood relative. “It is true.” “I trust the prince is well aware of the empire’s laws.” At the emperor’s sharp, blade-like voice, Karta fell silent. According to imperial law, anyone who incurred a loss to the imperial family’s assets was to be put to death. A truly wretched law. As Karta stood before the emperor, his mind…
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“What are you thanking me for? His Grace will be the one paying, not me.” Lynne even gave a relaxed smile before leaving the salon. I got what I wanted, so I should avoid wasting any unnecessary energy. Because from now on, she was going to party all night! Lynne smiled brightly. Just what was so amusing that she was giggling at the empty air? Inside the grand ducal carriage, Miller let out a scoff as he watched her. “She seems to be in a good mood after stealing Mirian’s…- 13.3 K • Ongoing
- Knock, knock. Lost in her wardrobe, Lynne poked only her head out. “Who is it? You can come in.” Click. The door opened smoothly, and the head maid, dressed in a formal maid’s uniform, entered and bowed to Lynne. Her very posture screamed “head maid,” so Lynne returned the greeting from her own awkward position. “My lady, would it be all right if I took this girl with me for a moment?” Taking one of my attendants? Lynne looked at the young maid who had been assisting her.…
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- [Debur Dress Shop: 600 silver Karen Opera House Admission: 20 silver Karen Opera House (Aischla Champagne), 2 bottles: 90 silver Stabash Salon: 5 silver] “This! Explain this at once.” “Pardon? Ah, that.” “What, are you speechless just looking at it? To spend over seven hundred silver in a single week!” Okay, 715 silver in one week was a bit much. But in the transmigration stories I’ve read, spending thousands in a day was nothing. As Lynne pouted, Viscount Sert’s…
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“What happened?” “….” “Right. This isn't the place to discuss this. Let's go inside.” Caroline, her voice tight with barely suppressed anger, led the way, Evan following silently behind. An hour later, in Caroline's private sitting room, both siblings, now in comfortable indoor attire, sat facing each other. Caroline’s face still held an expression of bewilderment. Evan’s was impassive. “Explain.” Caroline’s voice was sharp. “I don’t…- 72.7 K • Ongoing
- The plan was a success, he thought. So why do I feel so foul? He bit down on his lip, hard enough to draw a single drop of blood. At the coppery scent, his expression hardened, and he resumed his post behind Vivian. No matter how he searched for an answer, he couldn't pinpoint the source of his disgust. He was accustomed to dealing with those of a higher station, but he had never felt so sick to his stomach. Just then, the clerk who had gone to fetch her items returned, and Vivian rose and…
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- They were demons who held the lives of helpless children in their grasp. Seeing Vivian’s horrified expression, Arthur dropped his gaze once more. His thick, golden lashes trembled pitifully. “No master would willingly pay such a large sum for a servant of humble origins.” “But… didn’t anyone report them to the city guard or the imperial court?” “As I said, they force the children themselves to commit illegal acts. The children are too afraid of being punished to report…
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“What’s that?” “A weapon!” Ellie replied energetically, adjusting her grip on the shovel. While others had armed themselves with brooms and dustpans, Ellie deemed them insufficient. If she couldn't knock it out in one blow, she’d only make it wary. Daniel recalled the rat he’d seen earlier: coarse fur, long tail, pointed snout. He winced. “To… catch the rat?” “Of course! They’re giving us a bonus…!” Ellie was excessively enthusiastic. If a rat didn't appear,…- 29.7 K • Ongoing
“.…” Gently, he removed the pen from her hand and lifted her head to a more comfortable position. His hesitant fingertips brushed her soft cheek as he moved a stray strand of hair. Her face, usually guarded with tension, was unguarded in sleep, her white eyelashes resting softly against her skin. “…Who are you?” She wore such a different face, yet spoke the same words, performed the same actions. Fearful and anxious, yet unwavering in her domain, never relinquishing…- 46.9 K • Ongoing
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