Silavin
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The royal family of Cyries were said to be descendants of Dragons. To be precise, they were descendants of Harts-ara and Syspanian, who were among the eight heroes who sealed away the evil god during the Two Gods War. Sigmund Khan Syspanian. Syspanian, known as an Ancient Dragon, who had been in existence since the beginning. She married Harts-ara not as a matter of ‘amusement’ but as part of her life, that had spanned millennia. In other words, it was not Harts-ara who took…-
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A truly strange and unfamiliar day had passed. Kalian thought perhaps upon opening his eyes, he would find himself back in Secritia or in the afterlife. But disappointing these expectations, Ian’s bell only served to wake him up, with nothing changed. “Did you have pleasant dreams, Your Highness?” Kalian sat up, enjoyed the morning tea Ian offered, then returned the empty cup to him. After washing up and thoroughly brushing his teeth, he stated, “I’m going to cut my…
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Translator: Hedge Editor: Lizzz Plants had not even changed his clothes. His bare skin was visible through his disheveled top. Regardless of which Kingdom he might have been in, royalty should never show such an appearance. Fortunately, the shock of this incomparably discourteous behavior prevented the mistake of driving a knife into Plants’ neck. Kalian let out a short sigh, taking care not to show it. Randel slightly furrowed his brow at Plants’ appearance. But he soon turned his head…
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Translator: Hedge Editor: Lizzz The maids’ hands moved busily. As the thick curtains opened up, the dimly brightening dawn sky illuminated the bedroom. Soon, the Prince’s personal attendant entered and stood beside the bed, where a young boy with a still tender face slept. One must not touch royalty to wake them. One must not make loud noises either. Thus, the attendant spoke in a careful voice. “Your Highness, it’s time to wake up.” The boy would usually sit up startled…
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The season was turning, the meadows softening into green as flowers and grasses waited for the first breath of spring. Along the highway, a boxy, weatherworn horsebus rattled along at a brisk pace. On the driver’s bench sat Ize, calling to the pair of horses from time to time. “Hiro, Take! Just half a day more and we’ll reach the village! Once we’re there, I’ll give you a proper brushing, using the custom brushes they used at the Speraniessa Lord’s manor’s stables! I’ve heard…-
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Ize darted forward, narrowly avoiding a thick vine that curled up from the forest floor. With the help of her Fleet Foot skill, she ran lightly along its length, then drove her dagger into the base of a bloated, sickly purple flower. Severed from its head, the Mystic Plant writhed and twisted, flailing blindly toward its prey below — until a violent gust of wind roared up from beneath, shaking its broad leaves and scattering its momentum. “Fieda!” Ize called. “Got it!” With…
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“You two… I must’ve said this the first time you came, too — but would it kill you to show a little restraint?” Paula’s lilting drawl trailed off at the end, a habit common to those from Adoghan. It hadn’t stood out before — thanks to Ize and Hal’s automatic translation of non-Earth languages — but according to Fieda, she occasionally lapsed into pure Adoghan mid-sentence. “That miso soup from that day was unforgettable,” Ize said dreamily, paying no mind to…
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Hal flopped onto the bed with a loud thud. On the other side of the room, Ize sat slumped forward on the edge of her bed, her gaze cast down. Hal called out to her from across the room. “Hey, Ize.” “What is it?” she replied, her voice subdued. “You sulking?” “Sulking?” she parroted. “If you’re being stubborn, I swear I’m gonna jab a soy sauce bottle up your nose.” Rubbing under her nose with a finger, Ize gave a small sigh, finally admitting the…
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The village of Poides, home to an Undead Dungeon, seemed oddly devoid of life. Whether it was the nature of the Dungeon itself that cast this pall over the settlement was anyone’s guess. Though, to be fair — if one blamed it entirely on the Dungeon, then one would have to give up hope for places like Sooryab, which hosted a Rank 2 Dungeon of its own. No — Poides had to be an exception. Surely. “Kind of gloomy, isn’t it?” Hal muttered, squinting ahead. “It’s summer — middle…
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