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"Now it's done. Did you think someone like you could embrace me after losing the war against the Empress who was noble from birth? After hearing such remarks, you probably can't let me live." Eva waited for Divlik's next words. Something like, "Tomorrow your head will hang at the city gates." "I don't know how you think I got this far. Former Empress." It was Eva's ultimate move, completely denying and belittling Divlik's existence, but Divlik laughed instead. "That remark only makes me more…-
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It had been a while since he'd had a good job. With the dramatic decrease in undead appearances, mercenaries had fewer jobs. At first, the rough men who excitedly toasted along with everyone else at the news that the bone dragon had been defeated came to their senses too late. Their pockets were getting thinner. Oh dear. They needed to do something to put food on the table. Marc, one of those rough men, was lamenting his increasingly impoverished state to a fellow mercenary when he heard…-
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"Ah! What is this!" After transferring the acorns to a basket, Seraphina went to the bathroom to wash her hands and shouted when she looked in the mirror. It was clear who the shout was directed at. "Cyril Xavier! Really!" She approached with an indignant face, huffing. Cyril, who was leisurely preparing to wash the acorns in the kitchen, raised his head with a composed expression. Soon a smile spread across his face. The smile of a culprit. Seraphina exclaimed. "When did you put this…
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Hazy cigar smoke drifted through the air. Cyril took another long drag on his cigar, his body deeply reclined in the chair until his cheeks hollowed. Elmon was peaceful as always. Befitting the continent's greatest metropolis, the bustling district was crowded with numerous people, the imperial palace was collecting more taxes due to the more active exchange of goods than before, and the information guild was also expanding its influence knowingly or unknowingly in the stabilized continental…
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Splash......! Water droplets scattered like jewels around Mihail and Seraphina as they resurfaced. Soft light flickered over the two completely soaked people. It was a harmonious light created by the faint moonlight and the light flowing from the building. The color reflecting off their wet skin seemed both golden and silver. Mysterious and enchanting. Thinking this, Mihail looked down at Seraphina with profound eyes. She was also looking up at him with gently moving eyes. It was a…
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The sounds of haggling over goods and miscellaneous conversations mingled in the air late into the night. Mihail sat leaning against the windowsill of his hideout in the bustling district, looking down at people with bored eyes. The same scenery every day. After Seraphina married and became another man's woman, life became empty again. But it was a different kind of emptiness than before. Sometimes it felt hollow, as if a large hole had been punched through his heart, but then it would throb…
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A soft light illuminated the night streets. Claude came to Hilton's central square and looked up at the glowing stones connected by long strings, beautifully lighting the entire street. They were mysterious stones mined from the quarry that emitted light on their own at night. How is such a thing possible? Some speculated they might be magic stones, a phenomenon almost like magic, but according to Mihail with his random knowledge, they were just stones. Special minerals, that is. Though…
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Seraphina was excited like a child. She bustled around the castle all day, and whenever they ate together, she talked non-stop about the ice festival. Her chattering voice was like pleasant birdsong in a forest. Claude listened attentively to her words while cutting meat with his knife. "I've set the festival period for two weeks. Of course, the ice sculptures will be here all year round, but during this period, we'll decorate the streets beautifully with lights and sell street food." Seraphina…
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It seemed peace had truly arrived. Claude began to accept this fact a little later than others as he felt the sharply decreased frequency of undead appearances. Right. This was how things should normally be. Long ago, when Leah was still alive, the undead appeared so rarely that they only went on hunts once a year as an annual event. Creatures that came down as far as Hilton territory were even more uncommon. Was it already 20 years ago...... No. Perhaps not quite that long yet. After…
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It was harvest season. Even in a world where undead ran rampant, the earth still produced grain. Looking at the fields rippling with golden waves, Cyril firmly held Seraphina's small hand. It had already been two months since they started holding hands like this. "Sera, if we help with the wheat harvest, they'll give us more food." "Weally (Really)?" "Yes." Cyril nodded with a solemn face. He was tired of eating barley porridge every day. If they harvested all this wheat, could they…
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