Chapter 21: Wake Up, Set Off
DevDas
Under the relentless pursuit of flames and haunting memories from the past, Sovinia opened her eyes and broke free from her nightmare. She saw the stone ceiling above her. The…
I’m A Counterfeit Elf Princess
Chapter 20: Who Is Crying in the Dream?
Sovinia leaned against the wall, her eyelids heavy as if weighed with lead. The fire in the hearth danced, its heat seeping into her skin until even her bones felt…
Chapter 19: Tactical Bathing
Sovinia sank into the warm water for the third time to conduct a tactical Weapon Maintenance session. For the third time, she ran her fingers through her silver hair from…
Chapter 18: A Choice of Considerable Tactical Value
Wohard took a deep breath and put down his battle axe, but his hand still gripped the handle tightly. He walked forward a few steps, closing the distance between him…
Chapter 17: Bird Claws
Wohard stared at the corpse of Helana VII beneath the black velvet cloth, and slowly spoke: “Human? Well, that’s not surprising. Many of the Demon Race used to be Human…
Chapter 16: Dog Food and the Meal of Weakness
Wohard’s tearing and biting at the pork knuckle echoed throughout the Dining Hall, the oil running down his lips, the sound of meat and bone coming apart crisp and clear.…
Chapter 15: I’ll Poison the Hero to Death—Hard—Next Time
The kitchen door closed behind Sovinia, sealing off the scent of death and sulfur that filled the Dining Hall. The air in here was completely different, dry with the fragrance…
Chapter 14: Return to the Dormitory
The two of them climbed the steep slope, returning once more to the Demon Castle, which had been devastated by Burn. The scent of sulfur in the air mingled with…
Chapter 13: A Smarter, More Ruthless Kimi!
The two of them climbed upward, one ahead and one behind. The slope was steep and slippery, requiring caution with every step. Wohard performed admirably. Despite suffering burns, having been…
Chapter 12: A Ruthless Choice Laden with Tactical Value
Three relics emerged from the treasure chest, slowly rotating around a central point, each emitting its own unique glow. On the left was a thick, black spellbook. The cover was…