CHAPTERS
Iser gazed quietly down at Lucariel's face, fast asleep in his arms. His snowflake-like, pure white eyelashes were drenched in tears. The sight was heartbreakingly beautiful. Six years ago, Lucariel was seventeen, but even then, he looked no different from an adult. His height and voice were already nearly fully developed back then. Yet, the person before him now was completely different from six years ago. That fact stung painfully in his eyes. His silver hair, once like starlight, had faded like…- 180.0 K • Ongoing
- The wooden tray holding my dinner was collected, and shortly after, the cell door opened. With a metallic sound, Iser entered first. He exchanged a brief glance with me before standing against the cell wall. Behind him, the apothecary entered. The apothecary took a seat in front of me and pulled instruments from a large bag. The light seeping through the open iron door seemed dimmer than usual today. Perhaps because of that, she was tilting her head, examining the back of my hand. Then, Iser…
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- If Isabelle had become a guard to seek revenge and come find me, I could have understood. But it was Iser who came, and he hadn't come for revenge. When I asked why he was here, Iser's answer was somewhat roundabout, but not impossible to understand. "...You came because you missed me?" I had no idea how to begin. After a long pause, the words that finally came out of my mouth were these. "...I don't understand." I muttered while splashing water on my face. Even with my face buried in my…
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- Embarrassed at being caught in such a state, I averted my gaze from Iser. The torn skin beneath my eyes burned as if scorched by fire. “Prisoner Number 1004, are you listening?” “Ah…” Only then did I recall the guard instructor had asked me something. “What’s the reason you left your cell after six years?” "……There's no reason." Of course, I had my own reasons. I wanted to escape this goddamn world as soon as possible, and that was the sole purpose of leaving my cell.…
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- Praise 'XXX Hayut'! (0/1) The moment this quest dropped, I escaped the cell. I figured escaping the cell was the only way to even attempt this insane quest. After all, the original Lucariel also ran wild inside the prison before encountering Isabelle. Various restraints were fastened all over my body, and the one around my neck was connected to the cell and a Tali cord. Therefore, to escape the cell, I absolutely had to deal with the restraint around my neck. The restraints were sturdy,…
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- Clack, clack— The only sound echoing through the vast space was the heavy, measured clatter of the training instructor's boots. The shoulders of the new guards were all stiff as boards. Palet, now 25, had applied for the notoriously demanding prison guard position with the single-minded goal of securing stable retirement funds. Yet, the moment the instructor stopped in front of him, he wanted to give up everything and go home. “Palet.” “Yes, yes, sir...!” The instructor fired off a…
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- “Meal time for prisoner number 1004.” A stiff voice came from beyond the locked iron door. Moments later, the narrow slot beneath the door opened, and a wooden tray pushed through, holding a loaf of bread and a bowl of water. Only after confirming that the guard's footsteps had completely faded did I reach for the bread. Beneath it lay a red letter. Without hesitation, I set the bread down and picked up the letter. Rip─ Something small and light tumbled out of the roughly torn envelope.…
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- The Hayut Massacre. That's what the world called the tragedy that unfolded at Hayut Castle that day. Most of the bodies in the main hall were damaged, but Kogaron's corpse was particularly mutilated. His right arm and leg had been severed, and his torso was charred by fire. After identifying Kogaron's body, Isabelle immediately rushed to the place where his remains had been found. She wanted to find her father's limbs. For three days and nights, she searched through the debris until her…
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- The Season of Salvation has ended. The imperial family had come out to the gates of the imperial palace to see off the Pope and his apostles. And the Second Prince's venomous gaze was fixed on Lucariel, seated in the passenger seat of the Pope’s divine carriage. Tykvana noticed this and frowned. ‘Come to think of it, the Second Prince and Lady Hayut were betrothed.’ With the Duke and Duchess of Hayut dead and their castle reduced to ruins, there was no way the Second Prince and Lady…
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- The Pope told me to choose between being imprisoned or taking the bishop's seat. Then he left the room, telling me to think it over. I couldn't believe it. Imprisonment as punishment and the bishop's seat as reward. The former was entirely justified, the latter unjust. I might have accepted it if he had simply ordered me imprisoned right then. But why this sudden talk of a bishop? …Does it make any sense that a bastard who took countless lives should ascend to bishop without any…
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