CHAPTERS
Wolf fidgeted as he paced in place. Silver's gaze lingered on his anxious face. Though bathed in the flickering torchlight, it radiated a chill like a snow-covered canyon. A rich wine, perhaps? To think that ordinary face could inspire such a grand sentiment… the Glamaug must still be latching onto Wolf. Wait, maybe my eyes are just worn out from staring at that old Bingapsu's weathered face for so long. “Hey, fairy. What do you think of that guy's face? Is he handsome?” He asked a third…- 121.6 K • Ongoing
- Silver swallowed dryly and opened his mouth. “What's the big deal? We just had a drink together, like any other kids our age.” In response to those words, Black Weasel turned his gaze towards Silver. After scrutinizing his son with piercing intensity for a moment, Black Weasel spoke. "Don't drink with that bastard anymore. Stay away from that servant. Don't speak to him. Don't even look him in the eye." His hostile tone rendered Silver speechless. "Why go this far with the servant… Is…
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- Although he dismissed the remark as nothing serious, a dark cloud loomed over Silver's mind. He vaguely remembered what Wolf had said. “The skeleton seems to like rules. And it's unkind. It made us form teams without telling us what punishment awaited.” What if it gave a reward later… cleverly disguised so we couldn’t tell it was a reward… without telling us the rules… Wolf seemed to be thinking the same. The two boys looked at each other and swallowed dryly at the same moment. From afar,…
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- Silver rowed while gazing up at the night sky. The moon crawled over the mountain ridge. It had been around sunset when he was dragged away by the skeleton, meaning roughly the time it takes to burn a single candle had passed. That nightmare, the very thought of which drove him mad, felt like a thousand years had passed, but in reality, it could fit in a single candle. At that moment, he understood how an ant watching a human's shoe swoop down on it felt. Silence fell. Not only the prince and his…
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- It was a stupid question, as expected. Silver knew it too. Black Weasel was bad for him. He was reckless, impulsive, and the epitome of a lowlife in every way. Maybe that was why he'd stayed by his side all this time. Because he and that bastard were no different. They understood each other too well. Silver tore his gaze away from Wolf. He tossed the nearly burnt-out hallucinogenic herb into the brazier. The flames flickered in the cold winter wind. Silence fell. It was a long while before a…
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- Before Silver, whose mind had gone blank, Red Eagle kept wailing. Wolf took a step back and examined the prince from head to toe. Red Eagle wiped his eyes with his sleeve. Wolf said firmly. Wolf, who had been petting Red Eagle, met Silver's gaze. His amber eyes seemed to happily say, 'Well, Silver? I followed you all the way!' But Silver's gaze fell downward. Was reckless courage just foolhardiness? Then what does that make me, who went searching for you and…
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- Black Weasel flew into a rage. “Shut up, idiot! Just leave already!" Silver stepped in front of Black Weasel. “The clown's rotating! How many rotation does it have left? Two? One?" "Don't stop me, Sil…! Rotations? I don't know?" Silver massaged his temples and looked at Wolf. The latter had turned away, looking down at the stone spike. The voice spoke just in time. 〔The clown begins its tenth rotation.〕 "Right, Silver! How long did it take you to get…
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- "What…?" Silver, who had asked the question, realized with a start. Words strung together in his mind. Distortion. Unkindness. Rules. So this is all… ? An indescribable ominousness permeated his body. Silver stared into the empty air before freezing. He saw 'it'. High in the sky, at a distance so vast it was barely visible. The skeleton wearing a girl's face like a mask sat atop a three-headed dog, and haughtily looked down on them. Silver couldn't move a finger. It was the first time since…
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- Only then did he spot the clown doll rotating in the distant void. This was something he hadn't heard from Red Eagle. Was the baptism of fire not enough for this wretched demon spawn? Then a voice came from somewhere. It was Black Weasel’s. "Silver! Silver!" Silver reflexively turned his head. From the left, blocked by a wall of pitch-black smoke, another voice erupted. "Silver!" He could tell just by the voice. It was far. Plus, the smoke was especially thick around here. Perfect…
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- On a deep night when it was hard to tell whether it was winter or spring. The smell of cheap liquor wafted through an inn room. The shadows from the stove fire flickered. Black Weasel managed not to pass out and emptied the last bottle. He smiled and raised his glass in a toast toward the window (there was probably a beautiful woman visible only to his eyes), then drained the glass in one before setting it down. Then, out of nowhere, he said. "Silver. I'm your biological father." Under normal…
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