Silavin
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Translator: Hedge Editor: Lizzz A silent room. In one way, it was surprising, and in another way, it was understandable. While the garden bloomed with splendid flowers, not even a single common flower vase was placed inside the room. What thoughts did he have as he always sat alone in this place that lacked even a clock? Only after Kalian's blood stained his hands, after seeing Plants' deficiency with his own eyes, after stepping foot into this room that…-
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Translator: Hedge Editor: Lizzz White, slender fingers folded with precision. Whether it was because the sword held in those hands was more special than any famous blade in this world, or because Syspanian's Blessing extended its influence even to such places, those still-growing pale hands bore neither scars nor calluses. Those hands, which seemed as if they had never touched even muddy water, let alone thick blood, quietly rose up. Red eyes that he himself…
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Translator: Hedge Editor: Lizzz Kalian has none or maybe once. And Plants would be about three times. That was the number of times they could exercise patience at once. Of course, it would not always be the same, but roughly speaking, that would be about right. "Why are you suddenly telling me not to come?" *Ha…* A broken breath escaped from Plants' mouth. It was because of that bastard who never just says 'yes' to anything at…
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Translator: Hedge Editor: Lizzz The morning sunlight rippling on the lake's surface is truly beautiful. The reason the view outside the window caught their attention today was because the dining room where Kalian and Plants were located was on the second floor. There was only one reason why they had come all the way to the dining room for their meal. "I heard you've started learning swordsmanship from the Third Prince." It was because of Rmain, who had…
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Translator: Hedge Editor: Lizzz The back of her head felt like it was shrinking. Dmirea briefly regretted it. Since this was a meeting with the King, she had worn a neat white shirt and pants with a short black jacket. On top of that, she had done her hair up in a tidy updo to look more polished. Because of this, she could not tell if the stiffness prickling at her scalp came from the braid and updo she had forced into her short hair, or from…
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Translator: Lizzz Editor: Hedge *Knock, knock.* In truth, every time she knocked, she had a small dilemma. If someone inside asked 'Who is it?', she wouldn't be able to answer. But today she knew there would be no one inside, so she didn't have such worries. Of course, one might ask why she would knock if no one was there, but even if a place was empty, it was Hina's firm belief that one shouldn't carelessly enter a Prince's room. As expected,…
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Translator: Hedge Editor: Lizzz "I'm sorry, but I don't think it will be fine." However, the Mage interrupted this heartwarming brotherly conversation. Arsene was a naturally suspicious person. No matter who he encountered, he seldom gave his heart away easily. It was a habit that was not quite a habit he had since childhood. Because of this, Arsene had never placed blind faith in anyone or anything, not even in a single Spell…
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Translator: Lizzz Editor: Hedge There were six Sword Masters on the continent, well, effectively only five. And just three Seventh-Circle Mages. A sparring match between two individuals from these rare ranks had long been something to avoid. It truly should have been avoided at all costs. Of course, Allan had merely played along appropriately with Kalian's attacks, but Kalian was different. He faced Allan with all his might, pouring out every bit of Aura he…
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Translator: Lizzz Editor: Hedge That afternoon. 'Please spare me some time after you finish your work today, Master.' Until Allan heard these words from Kalian, who had come directly to his office, he hadn't given it much thought. 'If you need me, I'll follow you out right now.' So he had answered like this. But what work could Rmain passed on that could be more important than Kalian? Allan had always lived with this kind of…
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Translator: Hedge Editor: Lizzz A sword made by a melting down meteorite. A dark-colored sword that reflects no light at all due to the uniqueness of its material. *Kwang! Kagagang! * And a silver sword that sparkled so brightly it could reflect every strand of hair of the one facing it. If Plants' sword contained the night, then Dmirea's sword seemed to contain the midday sun. If one were to find a commonality between these two…
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