Silavin
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13
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5.2 M
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A white teacup lavishly decorated with gold leaf. His gaze fell upon the red-hued tea contained within. There was no discernible fragrance, and the taste was even more unknowable, so Chase could only recall the eyes that resembled the color of that tea as he formed a gentle smile. The person sitting across from him spoke in a thoroughly hoarse voice. “Speak.” He had hidden it from even his ‘one and only’ son, unable to trust him, insisting it was merely a…-
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wind blowing was clearly palpable. — I’m glad it was helpful. Chase, who had just pulled down his white robe’s hood moments ago, now found it cumbersome and put it back again. Above the dawn light that resembled his eyes revealed beneath the hood, the sun just rising and the moon not yet set were floating together. — When I think about it, it’s quite remarkable. Chase said this as he mounted his horse and looked up at the white moon in the dawn…
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Even the sound of tongue-clicking made his head ring. They said that once one reach the Sixth-Circle, they could drink without getting drunk, but most of Valkan’s Mages were Fourth-Circle, with only a few at the Fifth-Circle. Unfortunately, Arsene, who had crossed the barrier to become a Fifth-Circle Mage but had not yet opened his next Circle, had not reached the level where he could drink without getting intoxicated. Thanks to that, after drinking one glass and one sip of liquor…
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Translator: Hedge Editor: Lizzz Why is everyone so curious about a name from the past? Let that go. It won’t change anything even if you remember it now, and that name is like a barely healed scar to me. Like a wound that has just closed. I had many scars. Here and there. I got hurt easily everywhere from a young age. No, there’s no law saying a Prince must live a pristine life. They can grow up fighting and causing some trouble. Some people lived like that, and others live like this. When one try…
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Kalian thought. It was a conversation he had postponed time and time again. Kalian wore an awkward smile as he recalled this matter alone. Allan was the one who knew every single detail of Kalian’s secret without exception, and Rmain was the one who absolutely must never know Kalian’s secret. Of course, the one he hoped would keep the secret hidden until death was Ian. “…Well, this is something.” And then there was the person who made him feel the…
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Scars. Marks that remain as proof that all wounds have healed. Though only one person in this world now knew of them, there were quite a few scars on Bern’s hands and body. And on Kalian’s right palm, there was also a thin, long scar. It was the result of a wound that hadn’t been immediately treated, caused by that rascally behavior, whose intent only Plants knew. Of course, aside from that, there were no other scars at all. This was because Syspanian’s Blessing faithfully…
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Gix, the owner of Roten Smithy, had been rather idle these days. To begin with, Roten Smithy only made swords and nothing else, which meant there were few customers and not much work to be done. Unlike other smithies that would at least make and sell iron goods or even create horse tack to sell to the Pollun Trader’s Guild, Gix’s stubbornness would not allow such things. He had lived his entire life thinking that as long as he did what he wanted and made enough to eat, there was no…
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Sharp. If Kalian’s sharpness was like a hidden dagger, Bern’s sharpness was like a massive sword that had thrown away even its sheath to be ready to swing at any moment. And Chase’s sharpness was like the gaze of a hawk piercing through the heart of a field mouse. Not the sharpness that cuts and wounds, but the sharpness that properly examines and accurately judges, regardless of who the opponent was or what the target might be. In other words, insight. ‘I’m not certain if Your Highness…
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Rmain quietly removed his glasses and set them down before raising his head. Those eyes, usually submerged like deep waters with imperceptible currents, carried a flood of words today. First angry, then irritated, brimming with annoyance before softening into regret. That kind of look. To interpret: anger at why he had to listen to such words, irritation at being unable to refute them even after hearing them, annoyance at how long he would have to deal with this, and regret for the past…
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