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    • by Cristae Episode 156 Something… feels off. Crossing the Academy grounds, Rosetta Zevert thought to herself. In one hand, she held a speed magic device she’d slyly taken from Balok’s luggage some days before. Finding Ruby’s presentation is a hundred times more important than minding the house! Of course, of course. She had always wanted to be someone like a jack-in-the-box, a person full of surprises. She liked being a source of unexpected joy after a moment of heart-pounding…
    • by Cristae Episode 71Ch. 8 When Leviathan stepped out of the cave with Rubian in his arms, a crowd had already gathered. Of them all, the knights bearing the Zevert crest were by far the most agitated. “Your Grace, what about Rubian…?” Leon, so unlike his usual self, strode forward with a tense expression. He had stepped back, perhaps out of concern for Rubian, but his gaze as he checked on the child was sharper than anyone’s. “Shh.” Leviathan quietly shook his head. He then took a…
    • by Cristae 66‘But Mister said… he caught the culprit!’ Did some remnants remain? ‘No!’ My body moved on instinct as I saw the black shadow reaching for the two girls. At the same time, a hand abruptly grabbed me from behind. “Rubian? It really is you. I kept calling, where are you rushing off to?” It was Licht. “Licht! Liv and Titi! Look—there!” “Huh?” Frantic, I pointed across the main street. Seeing the blood drain from my face, Licht seemed to understand and…
    • by Cristae Episode 84 Creak—the door slowly opened. Thud, thud, thud. The adults’ shoulders jumped with a start. They hadn’t done anything wrong, but for some reason, it felt as if they’d been caught gossiping behind someone’s back. “Hup, two. Hup, two.” Flustered, Balok suddenly began doing push-ups. “Aeina, Hazel? Where are my maid and handmaiden?” Rosetta calmly lifted the lid of the teapot, feigning a search for the attendants. “……” Leviathan alone managed to…
    • by Cristae Episode 1Prologue Year N, Month N, Day N / Weather: Clear / Mood: Suspicious There’s something strange about the youngest in our family. For one, she’s definitely hiding her true nature. I saw it—her slyly dropping the grilled peppers that were served at dinner. But is that all? Not content with just that, she went so far as to crush them underfoot, flattening them completely, then covered the mess with a napkin to stage a perfect crime. (Thinking about it still gives me…
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