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“That’s wonderful, Helion! Isn’t it wonderful that Helion is better, Raphaerd?” “What do I care? I don’t understand why you’re seeking my agreement.” Raphaerd adjusted his glasses with a huff. “Helion must be troubled, with everyone he encounters turning out this way…” “What was that? I couldn’t quite hear you.” “It was nothing. Just thinking aloud.” Several days had passed since my encounter with Lowell. Nothing had happened between Helion and Lowell. Not…- 53.0 K • Ongoing
After confirming Duke Verhagen had entered the cathedral's depths, I turned. I’d spent a suitable amount of time here; it seemed appropriate to leave. Setting down my glass, I began to navigate through the ornately dressed crowd. “Oh, Lady Schneider!” Some clueless idiot called my name so loudly! I almost screamed. Completely ignoring him, I made a beeline for the exit, only to have a rough hand grab my wrist. “It is Lady Schneider! It's me, Archie Doriden.” “It’s been a while,…- 50.3 K • Ongoing
This one had made a killing, in a different sense. Noxian watched Shariette, her movements practiced and efficient. The lightheartedness she’d displayed moments before had vanished. In less than three minutes, she returned from the dispensary with two vials. Ignoring one, she injected the contents of both into the surviving villager. As the man regained consciousness and saw his still, lifeless companion, he lunged at Shariette, grabbing her by the collar. “Why… why only me?! What about…- 46.9 K • Ongoing
- “The honor would be all mine. With your skills, I imagine even the royal family would seek your services.” Success! Shariette, without a trace of false modesty, puffed up her chest. “Have you been experiencing any fatigue lately? Headaches? Restless sleep? Burning eyes or stiffness in your neck and shoulders?” “Oh my, how accurate!” “And with summer here, I imagine skincare is a concern.” “Indeed. Skincare among other…
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- This peculiar teatime arrangement was Marianne's idea. “I hear you’ve been eating so little. They say those who exert their minds crave sweets, so I instructed the kitchen to prepare some treats for today’s teatime.” She'd requested the new physician join them, wanting to express her gratitude for the care given to her son. Upon hearing of it from the maids, Nixia promptly joined as well. “Well? Does it suit your taste?” Marianne’s bright, expectant eyes held a…
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“This much should… be enough.” Moments later, warm sunlight streamed through the window. Was it the comforting weight of the money in her hand? Drowsiness overcame Lilian, and she was about to slump onto her desk when— “Miss, the Count has returned!” Matilda rushed in, her knock urgent. “Father? Already?” Lilian bolted upright, surprised by the news of her father’s early return from his external office. “Why?” “I don’t know. You should go see him.” Lilian’s…- 17.5 K • Ongoing
*** Daniel emerged into the hallway, his eyes scanning the surroundings sharply. Only after repeatedly confirming he was alone did he unfold the note. Scrawled on a torn strip of paper was a single line: “Hunt failed. Await by the water.” Daniel’s brow furrowed. He’d opposed the plan from the start. The chances of success were slim, and it risked alerting their prey. His supposed allies were safe in their “lair,” while he and his people were the ones taking all the risks by the…- 29.7 K • Ongoing
The one born with the most potent magic becomes Emperor, a member of the Imperial family. The one born with the most potent divine power becomes Pope, born outside the Imperial bloodline, to check the Emperor's power. However, a being who shattered this very principle was born into the Imperial family. The Empire gave this being a new title: God’s Annihilator—the Emperor Who Annihilates God. The Crown Prince, ascending the throne on the day the Pope died, bore this title as he took his place…- 32.0 K • Ongoing
Evan’s mind drifted to his first encounter with Vivian as he walked towards the training grounds. It was a memory solely his, as she remembered nothing of it. Their first meeting had been on a warm spring day, much like today. *** “Hello.” Eight-year-old Vivian greeted twelve-year-old Evan, who lay against the trunk of a tree. The late afternoon sun illuminated her brown hair, making it gleam, and her warm hazel eyes shone. Her smile, bright as the sunlight, poured into his view. He lowered the…- 72.7 K • Ongoing
- Bang! “Vivian!” Someone burst through the study door. Vivian, who had been looking out the window, jumped at the sudden intrusion. She slowly turned around. Standing before them was Evan. The boy shouldn't have been at Beaufort Manor at this hour. Vivian tilted her head, her voice trailing off in confusion. “Your Grace? What are you doing here…?” Evan, seemingly deaf to her question, strode into the study with his long legs. His gaze shot out the window, filled with an inexplicable rage and…
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