Chapter 18: Should We Reckon the Past Few Years?
“Hey, Ophelia, you’re not seriously going to cast that thing at us, are you?” Otto’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he took a slow step back, reaching out to hold back…
“Hey, Ophelia, you’re not seriously going to cast that thing at us, are you?” Otto’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he took a slow step back, reaching out to hold back…
The sky gradually darkened, and on the streets piled with rubble and broken bricks, only the sign of the bakery remained lit. The nearby residents lined up to collect overbaked…
“Beatrice, what do you think?” “What can I think? I’m looking with my eyes.” Beatrice hugged the orange cat and shifted her body impatiently to the side. A noble youth,…
“Anna!” Responding to Ophelia’s command, Anna spun around and cleaved the Skull hiding deep within the alley with a single strike. That was the last one. They had defended Lower…
Rita had never once pondered this question before, let alone expected it to come from Cecilia’s lips. Cecilia wasn’t the type to say, “Hey little Rita, I have a match…
By now, almost all the troubles in Soruce City had been resolved. Most of the captured vagrants were sent off to the Northern Territories to plant potatoes. Although the conditions…
Less than half an hour later, the largest Council Hall in the Lord’s Manor was already filled to capacity. Officials from all corners of the city had clearly occupied every…
Rita sat on the sofa in the small reception room, feeling uneasy as Angus and an elderly man she had never seen before fixed their gaze on her. So awkward.…
Serious. Warm sunlight accompanied by a gentle breeze streamed through the open window, occasionally stirring Cecilia’s golden hair that draped over her shoulders, yet it never once disturbed the soft…
Rita couldn’t even remember how she ended up back at the Lord of the City’s mansion. But she did remember the dead look in Kros’s eyes when she opened the…