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    • by Cristae — 170 Something warm as a spring day’s sunlight kept tickling my eyelids. Frowning in my sleep, I tried to block out the light with the back of my hand, but for some reason, my whole body felt bound, unable to move a single inch. Groaning weakly, I gave up on moving and burrowed my forehead deeper into the bedding. “My lady! That’s the forest’s boundary!” Flash. At the sound of Penadel’s voice—the words I remembered hearing before losing consciousness—I snapped my eyes…
    • by Cristae — Chapter 169 Soon, his aura chillingly cold like a shard of ice, his left hand touched my cheek with utmost care. “I’ve said this before, haven’t I? Lady Blanche is more precious to me than anything else in this world.” A whisper, tender as a lover’s secret words slipped into a beloved’s ear. But Sir Cherry had never spoken those words before. That night, on the balcony, his revelation, though desperate as a sinner in confession, was at once solemn as a knight’s vow. So I…
    • by Cristae — 168At that moment, someone stepped in front of Caesar. “Your Excellency.” Caesar and Penadel’s gazes met in the void between them. Though the whites of Caesar’s eyes, glimpsed through the mask’s slits, had not yet turned completely black, the signs were ominous. Once the whites went jet-black, the beast’s transformation would progress to the physical form; at that point, not even the Valuaachten family’s abilities could reverse it. Penadel placed a cautious hand on his sword…
    • by Cristae — Episode 167 As with any beast wounded and driven to the edge of a precipice, the creature facing Caesar bristled with an extraordinary wariness. Yet, the reason it did not flee into the forest just behind may well have been instinct: somewhere, it sensed that the moment it set foot in the woods as a beast, it would never return. But Caesar, too, had no intention of letting the beast retreat to the woods. This was an affair that had to be ended by his own hand. Gazing at an old…
    • by Cristae — 166 ‘…Mion.’ Someone called Leo by an unfamiliar name, gently caressing the child's cheek with the back of their hand. Leo, still drowsy with sleep, murmured vaguely. ‘That’s not my name.’ Yet, the warmth of the hand stroking his face seemed achingly familiar. Leo even knew that the reason the person used the back of their hand was to keep the rough, callused palm from scratching his delicate skin. ‘En…on.’ ‘My name is Leo.’ At the very moment Leo…
    • by Cristae — 165The name Theodore had given soon became the child’s nickname. So time passed, and in the year Cherry turned ten— During summer, the only season in the North when snow is rare— Just like the first snow falling without warning, the lingering curse was suddenly lifted from the child’s eyes. The Grand Duchess, at last able to embrace her son with blue snowflowers blossoming in his gaze, did so; and the Grand Duke, placing his hand on the boy’s shoulder, spoke aloud, for the first time,…
    • by Cristae — Episode 164 That evening was more delightful than any we’d had in a long time. Dame Cherry hurried back so quickly that she didn’t even bother to brush the snow off her shoulders, yet, as always, she ate her meal in silence. “So, the knights tossed me up into the air, and I flew so high that I nearly met Lady Belinda’s eyes from up on the second floor!” Leaving out the part where I scolded the northern knights so harshly that their ears must have bled, Leo eagerly chirped on,…
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