CHAPTERS
That bizarre letter, filled with nothing but piles of butterfly carcasses, was really a love letter? But that wasn't particularly important. What mattered now was that my body was slipping out of control again. My fingertips tingled, and cold sweat trickled down the back of my neck. …Damn it. I had reopened that problematic envelope by myself. You probably know the result without me saying. If a few words made me tremble like this, imagine how I’d react to the real thing. But compared to…- 180.0 K • Ongoing
- Before attending the banquet, I prepared a roasted vegetable salad and chicken steak and had them delivered to the hideout. And now, the plates that had held the food were already spotlessly clean. Taking care of eating and even washing the dishes, how thoughtful. But the problem was me. I'm starving. The banquet ended abruptly, so I didn't get to eat properly. I need to eat something, or I'll be too hungry to sleep. Actually, ever since that first night I slept in the hideout, I've been…
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- "Hah..." I sighed and took Iser's hand again. Earlier, startled, I'd grabbed it barehanded, but this time it was my gloved left hand. Thanks to that, it didn't hurt. I gently wiped the blood from Iser's hand with my sleeve, and calmly confessed. "...I didn't want you to treat me. It wasn't just because it hurt." "...Then why?" "I thought you might hate it. But what were you thinking, puncturing your palm? I thought my heart would stop, you little brat." I said it playfully, but earlier, I…
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- More than that, what was that crimson power Atsula just used…? What exactly is it? …Is it aura? It was a world without magic, but with aura. Well, like most generic fantasy settings, aura was the absolute measure separating basic swordsmen from Sword Masters in this world too. In the original story, Isabelle had trained to master aura until she became a guard and appeared before Lucariel. She believed only a Sword Master could slice that insane psychopath's throat. But she eventually…
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- Iser stared at the hand I held out, the corners of his eyes slowly turning red. But only for a moment, then he shouted. "...Are you crazy?! We were talking about etiquette, and suddenly you propose...!?" His full lips trembled. I tilted my head slightly and replied. "You asked how much I remembered. So I told you. Because that's the only etiquette I remember." "...How is a marriage proposal etiquette?" "Marriage is a ceremony, so a proposal is etiquette too." "Haa..." Iser, who had…
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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…
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- 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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