Chapter 12: Mia the Perfectionist
In the living room, Miya was sitting on a small stool, hunched over the desk, which was covered with sheets of paper. She had even used up an entire bottle…
In the living room, Miya was sitting on a small stool, hunched over the desk, which was covered with sheets of paper. She had even used up an entire bottle…
Grem returned just as Roland finished the coffee in her hand. “Miss Roland, I’ve found some information. That merchant is temporarily staying at the Greenbough Inn. He’ll be there for…
Sla—— Nasha, as usual, drew open the bedroom curtains. The glaring light shone on Roland’s face, pulling her from her slumber. “Why is it morning already…” The commotion also woke…
If judged by the Baron’s Estate’s previous standards, tonight’s dinner wouldn’t be considered lavish, but for Miya, she had never seen so much food in her life. White bread, roasted…
Roland didn’t go straight back to the Manor. Instead, she went to the Church in the Village and found Isaiah sitting alone on a bench. His eyes were closed, a…
“Father Isaiah, you have to help me! That necklace is the only memento my wife left me before she passed away—without it, I can’t go on living!” the Blacksmith pleaded…
The carriage jolted violently along the narrow path, bouncing up whenever it hit small stones on the road. Even though the Butler had been reminded to choose the smoothest route,…
“Don’t get discouraged.” Roland gently grasped Mia’s right hand that was holding the pen. “Just follow along with me, take it slow and you’ll get there.” With her help, Mia…
The Monastery was not a single building, but rather a complex comprised of multiple facilities, each serving different functions. For example, the Library that Roland was heading to now was…
After taking care of Kelly’s mess, Roland retrieved the stolen Gems and made her way to her father’s Study. As soon as she entered the Study, an inexplicable surge of…