CHAPTERS
“Damn it.” Wolf threw his cup into the sea. “Hey.” 〔What?〕 “Open it.” 〔Executing.〕 Flea never got angry, even if it received the same request 600 times. It was the only redeeming quality of that evil spirit, which parasitized his body like a poisonous mushroom. A…- 132.7 K • Ongoing
- Black Weasel took a deep breath and swung his axe with all his might at the air. Now, let’s think about this as Silver. After burying my biological father’s head… what should I do? I’d rip out my enemy’s guts. Revenge! No, no. That’s too crude. He should have cut off the servant’s head first and then jumped into the river to retrieve the head. With Silver’s skills, he could have easily snatched any warrior’s axe and cut the servant’s throat. Yet he stopped at just retrieving…
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- 〔Execute. Play related audio recording.〕 The white panel that had appeared in front of Black Weasel smoothly…
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- The face beneath the black robe was concealed by a hood. The figure was smaller than Red Eagle. Though small for a Stoll, if he was the wolf man's companion, he couldn't be ordinary. In any case, he had to seize this moment to quickly take the prince and flee... The men surrounded the wolf man and shouted toward them. “We'll handle this! You guys take care of the prince!” Once again, weapons whipped toward Wolf. There was no time to flee. “Die!” Four men thrust their weapons forward…
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- Part 3 reconnect() restore.snapshot The winter sky was flat like a blue plank. The air was dry. Every child playing in the vacant lot had cracked lips. Thin sheets of ice trapping pale weeds were trampled by small feet. The playground for the tribal children was a small clearing at the edge of the dense forest. A pile of stones sat all alone in front of the dark, narrow path leading into the mountain. This pile, which had appeared suddenly a few years ago, was known among the children as the…
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- At that moment, Wolf bowed his head. Like a bare branch snapping under the weight of accumulated snow. His chin nearly touched his chest. Wolf suddenly changed the subject. Silver’s brow furrowed. What is he talking about? Wolf continued talking while staring down at the floor. A murmur that sounded almost like a soliloquy. A tone that seemed to be dragged out reluctantly. Wolf clenched his fists tightly against his thighs. The tips of his fingers turned…
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- Silver clasped his hands behind his back, lost in thought. It was time to deliver the bad news to Wolf. He had to tell him when the prince wasn't around. No… Maybe it would be better if the prince knew? After all, if he understood the situation, Red Eagle would probably beg White Deer to spare Wolf. But the chances of that plea working were slim. To White Deer, her son was nothing more than a piece of old furniture she wanted to get rid of immediately. But he had to do something. Wolf…
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- “Do you think I’m trying to get rid of him quickly because I’m ashamed of him? I’m doing this so I can act like a father for once. Are you going to leave the position of son-in-law of the Levenon royal family vacant forever?” “What’s the problem? Just find him another partner and that’s that.” “Just do that? Ha, you’ve never had to marry off a child yourself, so that’s the kind of nonsense that comes out of your mouth.” Bronze-Billed Hawk gestured harshly at White…
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- The warriors jumped up immediately. Shocked stares rained down on the praying mantis fairy, who had flopped onto the dirt ground along with flints, silver coins, amulets, and a glass vial. Even Black Weasel jumped up before quickly regaining his balance. No one would believed that it was a brief display of bare-handed gymnastics. “Silver!” Wolf shouted, his face had turned pale. Red Eagle simply slumped to the floor. It seemed the scene of them being roasted golden brown in the flames unfolded…
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- The jerky he was chewing felt gritty like sand. Damn it, to lay it all out like this. Did that bastard count every single mole on his body? Black Weasel and the leader glared at each other. Wind blew between the two men. The smell of blood, stagnant in the fog, suddenly wafted out. After a moment, the leader stroked his beard with the back of his hand. "If it had just been you, Wolf Skin, and Black Robe, I'd have killed you both already. You're mercenaries sent by some chieftain. But with those…
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