CHAPTERS
“……You knew?” I’d only introduced myself to Iser as ‘a priest exiled for committing a wrongdoing’. I’d been careful not to specify exactly what that wrongdoing was. If the kidnapper was a complete scoundrel who’d even assaulted a cardinal, wouldn’t that be terrifying? ……That’s why I didn’t mention it. If he got scared and avoided me, the quest would get messed up. Wait, but didn’t you barely know my name when we first met? ……How did he even know I was exiled…- 180.0 K • Ongoing
- “How do you know that name…?” “It’s embroidered right here.” The words ‘Tirovis Merchant Guild Abel’ were embroidered on the fabric, now wrinkled and crumpled from the knot. Now that I thought about it, Seriha acting skills were lacking, but he’d been dead serious about that alias. "I met him this afternoon. He was more shocked than I was when he saw my injury and wrapped it up for me." Recalling Seriha, who had done his best even with clumsy hands, a small chuckle escaped my…
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- I wanted to dance a lively jig, but there was no time for that. 5m 21s My original goal had already been achieved. But human greed knows no bounds, so I wanted to grab just one more thing while I was at it. Just one more. But then Seriha started fumbling out his story, constantly touching his flushed earlobes. “...Well, no one has ever complimented my eyes before. ...Everyone just said they were disgusting.” Ah, right. Seriha had a complex about his eyes. He'd been picked on so much…
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- As my anger subsided, I realized something unexpected. Would you like to use a Skill Draw Ticket (1x)? Yes/No Isn't this just where I press No? Come to think of it, there seemed to be a separate place in the inventory window to store Skill Draw Tickets... I hurriedly opened the inventory window. Owned Skill Draw Tickets: 0 So apparently, unused skill draw tickets are automatically stored here? “Ha...” A hollow sigh escaped my lips. Losing the Discernment skill earlier was…
- 180.0 K • Ongoing
- Thud. The wild asparagus slipped from my limp fingers. The precious shoots rolled across the ground, but I didn't even notice. I was frozen in shock, like the raccoon that'd dipped cotton candy in water. I had the Discernment skill. And now it’s gone. ...And with only about 6 days left on its 15-day cooldown. “You bastard...!” Inventory space shortage, my ass! If there was a capacity limit, you should've warned me beforehand! If not, at least ask me what to delete! Ha... How am I…
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- ‘…Does this man have spaghetti noodles in his head instead of a brain?’ To be so certain that His Holiness’s favor had ended merely because Lucariel had been exiled. For the first time, Tykvana envied his simple mind. ‘No, if His Holiness truly wanted to punish him for attacking the cardinal, he would have locked him away in the underground dungeon, “Hell.”’ …Instead of bringing him along during the Season of Salvation, which had arrived after seventeen years. The Season of…
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- With less than two days left on the praise quest timer, there was nowhere left to retreat. So I decided to make a bold move. “...Are you really going to sleep here?” It was called Operation: Sleep Together. What does sleeping together have to do with praise? Nothing, really. The purpose of this operation was to increase the time spent with Iser, hoping to find something, anything, worth praising. With no other means available, I’d stick to him like glue until that final praise was…
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- “No. Absolutely not.” Common sense told me so. Even if the two of them really used to call each other 'darling,’ 'honey,‘ or 'my love’, one of them is half dead and the other is an exiled criminal. They can't possibly still be madly in love. Setting aside the issue of me possessing Lucariel, it's only natural to see their relationship as already ruined from the moment violence replaced love. “Then why did they send you this red letter?” “...Exactly.” That's what I'm…
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- But I couldn't do that, since I was making two servings of pilaf by cramming in every last scrap of beef I'd pried from the annex chef and all the vegetables from the garden. No matter how desperate I was, I had to feed the kid. After placing four sunny-side-up fried eggs atop the heaping pilaf, I finished preparing lunch. I carried the pilaf, peppermint tea, and ten macarons on a small tray toward the room. To clear the quest within the time limit, I’ll need some kind of plan. What on earth…
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- What mattered to me wasn't that Iser wouldn't die from starvation, but that the duke had starved that child. How could anyone have known he possessed a constitution that wouldn't die from prolonged starvation? Even if he had some rare constitution, someone of a young master's stature should have lived his entire life unaware of such a fact. Duke, you piece of trash worse than a dog... just how long did you starve that child...? It couldn’t have been like this from the start. But once he realized…
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