Silavin
Stories
13
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5.2 M
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By the time June arrived, the heat had come swiftly like an unwelcome guest. Even the evening bath schedule had shifted earlier to combat the worst of the heat. Having washed up and readied themselves to turn in for the night, the trio lounged in their respective beds, chatting aimlessly. “It feels a little stuffy,” Ize said, glancing toward the upper wall vent. “Maybe we should’ve asked for bigger windows in the container house.” “But then winter would be freezing,” Fieda…-
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“Fieda, now! Now! You’re too slow — ahhh!” “Was that it just now?” “Yes, that was it! Try pulling it up. See? It already got away.” “…You’re right. You sure know how to tell.” “Of course I do. The line jerked hard!” “I thought it was just the current.” “Hal! Hal! I caught a log! A massive one!” “Agh, Ize! Hold on! Don’t yank it like that! The line’s gonna snap!” “Ke-kyooon…” “Ah — Sato’s floating away!” “Wait, you…
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Ize changed out of the sundress she’d worn during the day and into the familiar adventuring gear she had grown used to in Jasted. Finally, she strapped on her chest plate and brushed her fingers lightly over the amulet that gleamed atop it. She’d heard that Magicite responded better when imbued with the user’s own magical power. Ever since, she’d made a habit of touching it each time she wore it — almost like a charm, or an invocation before battle. “Hey, Ize, your hair still holding…
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The horsebus rumbled down the road, flanked on either side by orderly rows of short tea shrubs. Between the furrows, workers in roughspun overalls moved steadily through the fields, plucking tender new buds by hand and dropping them into woven baskets. Cheerful voices rang out from within the horsebus. “See those folks over there~~? Plucking tea leaves, I’d bet~~!” “Yo!” “Kyo!” The clapping of hands and rhythmic chanting followed the tune, accompanied by the laughter…
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The usual Guild. The usual receptionist. The usual smile. The usual formalities… “Fieda, your promotion to B-rank has been approved. Congratulations,” Kikuno said, her expression as unreadable as ever. “We’ll need to update your registration card, so please hand it over.” Fieda handed it over with a grimace, as though he’d just bitten into something sour. Kikuno offered a polite bow and stepped away from the counter to process the update. As she left, Hal and Ize turned to…
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“Oh my, Ize, did you change your hairstyle? It looks so fresh — you seem a little more mature now.” “Thank you, Miss Etta. Do I look my age now? Or maybe older?” Ize asked, eyes sparkling with anticipation. “Umm…” Etta faltered, her gaze flitting uncertainly under Ize’s expectant stare. Her eyes darted past Ize’s shoulder to where Hal and Fieda had just entered the dining hall. Hal, quick on the uptake, caught the SOS immediately. With the air of someone faithfully…
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The soft click of the neighboring door echoed through the quiet room, followed by the presence of two people entering. At the sound, Ize flinched. Her hands, resting atop her skirt-covered knees, clenched together tightly. It had been two days since she’d reached out to Wardon. The room she waited in was part of the spacious suite he’d rented. As expected of an A-rank adventurer, his accommodations were almost absurd for just one person — multiple bedrooms, a proper dining room, and even a…
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Fieda might be promoted to B-rank. Hal and Ize lit up at the news, eyes sparkling with excitement — but the man at the center of it all looked nothing short of baffled. “What’s wrong? You don’t look happy,” Wardon asked. “No, it’s not that… I’ve only been an adventurer for six months. And I only started serious activity after coming to Jasted — that’s just four months,” Fieda replied, frowning. “Isn’t this, you know, too soon?” “Didn’t you work as a guard…
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Having exchanged all the information they needed that day, Ize’s group parted ways with the others, who had chosen to spend the night on the forty-ninth floor, and returned to their inn. They claimed it was because they’d only planned for a five-day campaign — but the real reason was more personal. Spending the night together would make it harder to keep up appearances, and certain things were bound to slip. Even though they’d already shared the secret of the Sugar Mandragoras, sowing…
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