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If he had known he would be curious, he should have asked. In this situation where she didn't even know if her lord was alive or dead, her country belonged to someone else, and her body, which she had tried to protect until the end, was as good as surrendered—in such circumstances, what prayer could have been answered? "Not surprising." "Pardon?" It wasn't a prayer for the emperor, so it wasn't surprising that she had chosen the emperor over her first man. However, when he thought about why such…
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Eva tried to greet Divlik normally, pretending to be fine, but she couldn't manage it. "Ahng." The drug's effect was so strong that even the slight vibration from the motion of getting out of bed made her legs give way, and she collapsed to the floor. "Setting aside how unpleasant and disagreeable this is, it wouldn't be right to ignore a lady in this condition." Divlik approached silently, took Eva's hand, and pulled her to her feet. Yet he didn't seem to like Eva's half-glazed eyes, which…
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The silent night is like a rushing blade. On a night when not even insects could be heard chirping. When the black surroundings were so quiet that one could almost hear the sound of blood flowing through veins, that small noise wrapped in stillness seemed to interfere with breathing. Old memories came uninvited. Taking a deep breath, Cassian swirled his wine glass. The wine swirled chaotically. The deep aged grape and oak scents mixed dizzily. The siblings who had given him everything were now…
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The servants lined up to greet their returning master. They stood in a neat, orderly line. The door opened, and the master stepped into the mansion. The servants bowed. "Welcome home." They called out in unison. The butler approached his master. As the servants straightened up, they sensed something strange. The sound of the front door locking was oddly jarring. Then came the sound, Scraaape..... The eerie noise of heavy iron scraping against the red carpet. Their master, a former…
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The Cheval family, as their name suggests, were originally vassals who managed the stablesin French, ‘cheval’ means horse. They learned swordsmanship based on their excellent horsemanship and were knighted. Liam de le Blumir was from that Cheval family. It had been quite a harmonious family. Until a sudden plague swept through Blumir. A plague is divine punishment that God bestows upon sinners. Those who suffered from inexplicable illnesses were pointed at. Those who weren't sick whispered…
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"......" That enchantment completely captivated Count Glastia's soul. He stared stupidly at the woman. That familiar figure, appearing like a vision in the dark, narrow carriage. Perhaps sensing his gaze, the woman gently narrowed her eyes. Then, her small hand moved. Could even a gesture be so captivating? The hand that left an elegant afterimage in the air brushed back her hair near her ear. As the beautifully disheveled golden hair was tucked behind her ear, her delicate jawline and round…
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Sehera's Lumière had returned home. Sehera's Lumière, Lumière de la Fleur, was the daughter of Emperor Patrick VI and Cassian I's elder sister. Lumière, who had early on married Edward XI, king of the neighboring country Tristan, had never experienced Astaire III's tyranny. Thus, the Sehera embedded in Lumière's heart was an unreturnable beautiful paradise. Lumière always dreamed of her homeland. Without thinking of any ugliness, only the beauty of her childhood lived and breathed in her…
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The notorious tyrant Astaire truly loved Valentine, his royal concubine. Day and night, he held her and whispered words of love. "My beloved Tina. I can't believe how radiant you are right now." Whenever Valentine heard these affectionate words, she would respond with her most beautiful smile. Her smiles made Astaire hold her even more preciously. "The moments when I can proudly call you mine are my happiest." At his possessive whispers, Valentine would habitually embrace Astaire. Though…
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The Emperor, Astaire III, was assassinated. "Farewell, Astaire." As Valentine's whisper faded, Astaire's trembling hand brushed against the glass. The powerless glass flew through the air. Crash! The sound of glass fragments shattering and scattering was sharp. "Val… entine......" Astaire muttered, squeezing out his last strength. His desperately outstretched hand rummaged through the glass shards. His bloodied fingertips, scratched by glass pieces, became entangled in the hem of…
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"Welcome, deposed empress. I was about to visit your bedroom, but you've come here instead." Divlik opened the door immediately to greet Eva, as if his mind had never been in turmoil. Eva entered the bedroom with her eyes covered, wearing a thin nightgown. "I'm pleased to see your determination, deposed empress. I was worried you might come all wrapped up again this time." Whatever her resolve had been, Eva's body silhouette was clearly visible through the nightgown that became transparent in the…
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