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Silver slapped Wolf on the head. After placing the offering on the altar, Silver and Wolf swept the area with the birch broom. They gathered the feathers and bones together and sprinkled soil over the bloodstains. Wolf would be horrified if he knew, but this wasn't cleaning. It was a ritual to appease the vengeful spirit of the sacrificial victim who had died in agony. After finishing the ritual, they broke off a birch branch and set it alight. The Stolls believed the smoke rising from birch…- 124.7 K • Ongoing
- Silver didn't ask any more questions and simply looked away. The moment the ever present smile vanished from Wolf's lips, his face became similar to that of Black Weasel. Not long ago, Wolf had marveled at Black Weasel, asking, "Is he considered handsome here" It was like the pot calling the kettle black. That bastard… his face is ordinary except for his eye color… Yet he charmed Silver and Black Weasel with his 'face'. So then, the evil spirit clinging to Wolf must be… a Glamaug? Glamaug…
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- "Get lost, old man." Silver kicked the old man’s butt. The riffraffs stubbornly clung to them. The pickpockets and the muggers were especially persistent. They recognized Wolf and Red Eagle as clueless fools at first glance and launched a fierce attack. Every time a pickpocket's hand slashed inside Red Eagle's robe or a mugger swung a hammer at Wolf's back, Silver kicked them away. After over twenty kicks, the inn was right before them. "Ugh, what a mess." Black Weasel kicked the inn door and…
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- A cloud cast shadows over the mountains and river. The river water reflected the ash-gray sky, the great mountain, and the ferry boat as clearly as a well-polished mirror. It was a warm day for winter. Silver yawned as he rowed. Across the way, Wolf and Red Eagle were chattering. Silver looked up at the sky. Judging by the sun's position, it would be dusk soon. "Haaaaam." Silver yawned again and frowned. For some reason, ever since waking up, the taste of blood lingered in his…
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- Wolf is a Stoll. His real name is Silver Wolf. In Stoll language, he is called Tenengrabl. Stoll people take their names from animals. But Tenengrabl was a foreign name to Wolf. He was, above all, Wolf. Wolf Bell, a commoner from the small kingdom of Levenon in Atania. Bell was the surname Wolf himself had chosen. Wolf kept his Stoll heritage strictly hidden. He wore his silver-tinged blond hair trimmed to shoulder length, like other Atanian boys his age. He didn't know the Stoll language and had no…
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- The stench, like that of rotting corpses littering the field, made him feel sick. That night came back to him after so long. Fire licking at the window frame. His mother lying face-down on the floor. A huge man approaching while holding an axe dripping with blood. ‘You. Are you this woman’s child?’ Wolf couldn't speak. He stared at Silver without blinking for a long moment before saying, Silver turned away. *** "Hey. Face me." Silver waved at…
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- Wolf's expression changed. Wolf trailed off before closing his mouth. Seeing that, Silver's head went blank. No way, but maybe… Bingapsu was right after all. The two boys stared at each other without saying a word. Silver clenched his fists. Amber eyes stared unwaveringly at him. Blond hair shining under the sunlight. Well-defined eyebrows……. It was a face like a wooden sword stuck in a bloodstained scabbard. The face of an immature boy and a dangerous warrior layered…
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- Without thinking, Silver turned his head toward Black Weasel. The unexpected turn of events brought bewilderment rather than relief. Was that Bingapsu bastard still drunk? As Wolf shouldered the bag, Black Weasel slung his axe over one shoulder. They climbed the mountain path. Silver and Black Weasel were both impatient by nature, but this time they walked quietly without any mischief. The problematic cave wall was easy for Silver and Black Weasel, but in reality, even a top-tier warrior would…
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- SIGKILL://full_party_terminate ‘Physical prowess is paramount for a warrior.’ On the day he first brought Silver into the cave, Black Weasel said that. ‘If you can scale this cave wall barehanded and reach the far end before the hourglass runs out three times, you’ll be considered to possess first-rate physical ability. I cleared it during my first training session. And that was in just two days. Exactly two days.’ Black Weasel waggled two fingers and bragged. ‘This training is…
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- “Wolf, look at your situation. It's exactly like Silver's. You could easily climb the cave walls and escape, yet you stay here. You're stuck because of me!” Wolf couldn't find his words. Red Eagle lowered his head. He raised both hands to cover his face, then finally began to cry. “If I'd known this would happen, I would have learned martial arts…” Seeing Red Eagle cry weighed on Wolf's heart too. The area around the cave opening was rocky terrain with only sparse weeds. If there had…
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