Crazy, everything has gone mad. Lita felt as if she had been transported into some low-budget monster movie, becoming one of the pitiful background characters sacrificed at the first awakening…
The Commander of the Night’s carapace, so hard and unyielding, met Grey Wind on Promi’s sword blade and was pierced as effortlessly as paper—there was no suspense at all. The…
Down. That’s what Promi told Rita. But in reality, Promi only took three seconds. At the top of the high slope, Promi first drew her sword, and gray runes lit…
If it were anyone else, when Rita asked what she was writing and they replied they were writing a will, Rita would definitely think they were looking for trouble. But…
The first sign that Rita was approaching the camp was the wind. When the crisp autumn breeze swept across the wilderness, carrying that nauseatingly sour stench Rita had smelled before,…
“Lady Cecilia, are you sure it’s really alright for me to leave like this?” Lita kept her head down, packing up her belongings as she gave Cecilia a final confirmation.…
The next day, at dawn. “Twelve examinees have left? That’s fewer than I expected.” During breakfast, Cecilia looked at the list handed to her by a soldier that morning. It…
Night had grown deep. Lita had already finished making up Cecilia’s bed, and was now doing the final preparations before sleep. “Before you get in bed, remember to put away…
After that argument, her father more or less loosened his control over her. Perhaps he was completely disappointed… but he showed no sign of compromise. Otherwise, he wouldn’t still have…
“What are you looking at, Ophelia?” A thick layer of white fog covered the window. Ophelia swept her hand across it, leaving four transparent fingerprints. She ignored her father’s question…
Mmonke