Silavin
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He slept for a long time. He spent an entire day completely unconscious. After that, he drifted in and out of sleep again and again. Even when awake, it would be more accurate to say he remained half-submerged in slumber. In a state that felt like dreaming, or perhaps like just emerging from a dream, he endlessly replayed his fight with Evan. Sometimes Evan stood before him, sometimes he was alone. Whether anyone was present or not, he continued to wield his sword. Was he…-
606.0 K • Ongoing
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Finally, dawn broke. The world had been turned upside down. There was no other way to describe what had happened. In a single day. No, in a single night, Evan Beurisen had died and the Marquis Family Estate had burned to the ground without a trace. Lannen Beurisen and his private soldiers had been arrested on undisclosed charges and imdungeoned in the Royal Palace dungeons, while the Siegfried Knights who had confronted them returned to the Ducal Family as if nothing had happened.…
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606.0 K • Ongoing
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It was not that he failed to understand the directive to not leave the Royal Palace. The situation where it was uncertain whether Plants could properly recover. The situation where the reason Plants collapsed was unknown. Even if he belatedly received information about the poison pouch, it was a situation with limited intelligence. He knew that in such circumstances, the most prudent decision was what had been made. However, Plants had opened his eyes, and the situation had changed.…
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606.0 K • Ongoing
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Lannen’s face contorted. Dmirea frowned. Soon Dmirea moved her arm behind her back and spread her palm. All fingers pressed together, extended straight. It was a Siegfried hand signal. It meant, ‘standby’. It meant to wait without attacking, but the reason for showing it was slightly different from usual. ‘Don’t act rashly in anger or charge forward. Wait.’ Lannen lowered his head. Laughter was leaking through his contorted face. Very…
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606.0 K • Ongoing
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It was not because of the darkness. He was not being careful with his steps because it was difficult to gauge what lay ahead. “···Kyrie.” “Yes, Your Highness.” The wound was severe. It was serious. It was clear at a glance that the blade had been twisted before being pulled out after entering cleanly. It was a wound inflicted with the intent to kill. After laying down the person who had been standing with such a wound, then lifting him up slightly…
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606.0 K • Ongoing
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Randel looked at Hina with closed eyes before speaking. “Withdraw.” If Kalian’s words were out of the blue, Plants’s words had no beginning or end, then Randel’s words lacked consideration. In any case, the Princes who proved their brotherhood through their deficient language skills, each lacking something somewhere. Hearing the eldest’s words, Hina raised her head. “Our healer will continue what she’s doing, so don’t worry about it and do what you need to…
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606.0 K • Ongoing
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In an instant, another fragment of memory surfaced within the chaos. Not memories of Plants, but memories of Bern that Kalian possessed rose up. “What disturbance did that child cause Father?” “Is there any need to ask the reason for a sword already swung?” “Even if you’ve already killed them, I should know the reason.” “Would knowing it now change anything?” “If you don’t answer, I’ll make that guard standing over there look exactly like that…
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606.0 K • Ongoing
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A quiet night. Unexpected guests visited Wilhelm Hall and the Siegfried Family estate respectively. Arsene, who had been at Wilhelm Hall, showed a surprised expression when he encountered Rmain, who by rights should absolutely never be together with Plants. Still, since he no longer felt as tense as the first day he had seen Rmain, he carefully selected polite words without panicking and delivered them to Rmain. “I apologize, Your Majesty. You are disturbing the healer.”…
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606.0 K • Ongoing
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He does not stop moving. He surveys the darkness. He confirms there is no one present. Having confirmed that no living soul remains, the boy’s feet continue moving endlessly. “I got the order wrong. I did.” At the end of the blood-soaked corridor, the boy’s voice creates a small echo before quickly fading. The words sounded like regret or self-mockery, but in truth, there was no emotion contained in that voice whatsoever. This was because he knew all…
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606.0 K • Ongoing
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