Silavin
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While the Silver Mansion itself was vast, giving every individual team member a spacious room was, of course, an impossible feat. One of the larger rooms belonged to the deputy leader of Team Silver — the former chief of Faltown, Ryan. Sitting in a formal posture before him was a woman, engaging in conversation with him. “…And so I’ll be covering our flank, Reyna.” “I’ll be right behind–“ Ryan and Reyna, having exchanged simple and somewhat hasty vows of love…-
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In the shade just outside of Eddo, a Familiar was snoring loudly. It was none other than Bull, the King Happy Killer — Familiar of Tūs the High-Order Muscle, also known as the Philosopher of the Far East. Beside Bull, Tūs sat cross-legged with his arms folded. The moonlit night sky stretched above, and small footsteps approached him — footsteps most familiar to Tūs and Bull. “Hey.” “HEY!” With a cheerful greeting and a raised hand, Melchi, Tūs’s apprentice and…
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“The hell happened to you? Why’re you bleedin’ from your eyes like that?” Once Melchi was done gathering information from Regalia, she decided to head to Radeata. However, the day before she departed, she was bleeding profusely from her eye sockets, prompting Tūs to take a look at her. At Melchi’s feet lay a medical knife stained with blood. “Wha–!? D-damn it, I was careless! I was trying to finish this before you noticed, too…!” Melchi, noticing Tūs…
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“Wait, for real!? You two barely talked to each other for five whole years!?” “Yeah, and whenever he does, his eyes’d sparkle and he’d shout my name at the top of his lungs…” “Oh, Master Tūs, you exaggerate. Surely my voice was never THAT loud…” Melchi, Tūs, and Gaspard were having a casual chat over a meal — and by ‘meal,’ it was mostly just unseasoned herbs wrapped around other wild plants, meat, or even monster parts. “Just look, Mel — He acts all…
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In the Far East Wasteland, two individuals — one a man and the other a woman — were fighting. The woman unleashed high-level magic spells, targeting the man. However, the man deftly avoided her attacks, and at the same time, he heaved a sigh. “Melchi, do I have to remind you every single time? That magic spell’s recoil is too much for you to handle — unless you end the fight with it as your first move, it’ll only leave you vulnerable.” Gaspard’s fist was pointing right under…
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Translator: Barnnn ~~ Unspecified Year of the War Demon Calendar ~~ In the Far East Wasteland, one young man was sitting on the desolate earth, facing Tūs. The gigantic Elf’s gaze was not on the young man, however; it was fixed, unwavering, on a rough and rugged stone surface. Tūs pushed against the stone, but it didn’t budge. Nevertheless, he continued to push it. He pushed, stepped back, shifted, stepped forward, and pushed again. The unyielding stone remained motionless, while Tūs…
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In the magic classroom’s head professor’s office, Irene the Invincible Sprout sat on one of the sofas. The only source of illumination in the room was the moonlight streaming in through the window. Irene gazed absentmindedly at the head professor’s seat where Asley usually would be. “It’s been five years…” Irene muttered to herself. What that number meant was known only to her, as she was the only person in the office at the moment. …Or so she thought. “From…
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In a room within the Silver Mansion, Tifa stared at Tarawo, who was seated before her. The intensity in both sides’ eyes was unlike anything they had shared before, and neither of them would waver. “Tifa, it is about time you gave this up. I will head to the front lines alongside Team Silver.” “You won’t.” Tifa replied immediately. This time was different from the usual, however. Tarawo, under Tifa’s cold and piercing gaze, quietly lowered his eyes and, after a moment,…
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In the Nation of T’oued, during the late hours of the night, the Adventurers’ Guild in Eddo buzzed with adventurers, spending the sleepless night away. In one corner of the tavern, a tense atmosphere hung in the air as two warriors meticulously inspected an array of weapons laid out on their table. They were both former members of the Six Braves — Dragan the Dainty Tiger, and his apprentice Egd. “Egd,” Dragan said, demanding his apprentice’s attention. “What is it,…
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