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    • by Cristae The Steadfast Gardener (1) Kleio just smiled. After giving Behemoth, who was grooming his fur with a shameless face, a tight hug, he checked how much wine was left in the suitcase he had brought from home. There happened to be something good. “Luhra Noble Rot wine goes well with foie gras drizzled with a sauce made from the same wine and honey, doesn’t it, Mr. Mot?” “You naively assume that an enlightened being like this cat would always fall for the same trick!” “What if I…
    • by Cristae A strange chill ran down his spine. Even with the summer garden cape on, his hands and feet turned cold. But Dione was applauding the singer's passionate performance. Ishiel, only pretending to clap, diligently scanned the audience. The theater was in a frenzy of excitement. Afraid he’d attract unwanted attention by standing out, Cleio awkwardly mimicked applause as he thought. ‘The assassins who attacked Arthur from the east last summer had red eyes, too. Even then, the level reading…
    • by Cristae But neither of the two looked like a crazed murderer. ‘Of course, it’s not like a murderer walks around with “I’m the culprit” written on their forehead… The cranky old man in the front row is a high-level mage, and the other is a young knight standing in the stool seats. He’s here with his lover. Still, I’ll make a note of them.’ Cleio leaned his head toward Ishiel. The theater was noisy before the performance started, but he lowered his voice just in case. “Did you see anyone…
    • by Cristae Opera Theater Murder Case (3) “Anyway, adolescence is a good thing. You’re taller now and clothes look better on you than before. I know you live thinking of nothing but money, but I also like how your eyes make you look sentimental. You’re looking more and more like Baron Asser, so it’s worth polishing you up.” “I know that you have a somewhat improper interest in my father, Lady, but do you really need to say that to his son?” “Improper? Improper? I simply love handsome men with…
    • by Cristae Opera Theater Murder Case (2) Cleio poked Arthur in the side. “To think the day would come when I’d get a lecture from you about a prosecutor’s duty….” Thanks to that, Fran’s impression of Arthur seemed to have improved a bit, but it still wasn’t something easy to get used to. “Ray, what do you normally think of me?” “Do you want me to tell you?” “Hmm, no. I think I’d rather not hear it.” In the middle of the drawing room, Fran and Ishiel sat exchanging…
    • by Cristae The Opera House Murder Case (1) Aslan was cold and cruel by nature, but he was by no means the type of pleasure killer. Even now, after meeting him in person, that impression hadn’t changed. ‘Judging by his actions during the war in the previous draft, he certainly regarded human life as trivial and didn’t hesitate to be brutal.’ But that was behavior stemming from twisted beliefs, and there was never a single line describing him as someone who derived pleasure from killing…
    • by Cristae When he thought about land and buildings, Clayio felt pleased even in his sleep, and he felt full without eating. While Clayio was daydreaming about a rosy future, Dione slapped his back hard. “What are you staring at so absentmindedly? Here! Take this.” Dione, completely serious about her business, handed Clayio a heavy paper bag with sparkling eyes. Even out of courtesy, he couldn’t help but ask a few questions. “Is this book… really that moving?” “In the icy land of…
    • by Cristae After hardship comes settlement (4) “But if it’s something that actually happened, nothing can escape his eyes. Melchior probably knows pretty much everything I’ve been up to.” Clayio nodded bitterly. Would the crown prince have shown up in Kishion County just to offer encouragement? “If Aslan had caught on, he would’ve hanged me first, but His Highness the Crown Prince pretends not to know. I don’t know what his intentions are.” As always when Melchior was mentioned, Arthur…
    • by Cristae After hardship comes settlement (3) When she saw the two men blinking cluelessly, Dione lost interest in teasing them. “Sigh, what am I supposed to say with these blockheads. By the way, young master, if you rest again, are your attendance days still okay? What about the midterm exams?” “It's the same for me, and for Ray as well—the dean officially approved our medical leave, so who’s going to question our attendance days? For the subjects we missed exams in due to injury, they treated…
    • by Cristae “Unlike Lady Tanpete de Neige or the only daughter of Viscount Kishion, to the nobility you are as good as someone born yesterday. You’re a hero of the capital and have been granted knighthood, but you haven’t attended any social gatherings, and no one knows you personally.” One prince has decorated a mage, the second prince is digging into his background, and the third prince considers him a companion in adventure. Anyone sensitive to the flow of power will soon turn their attention to…
    • by Cristae After Hardship Comes Settlement (1) Splash, splash. It was the hot bath he had so desperately wished for inside the dungeon. It took a week for his body to recover enough to bathe, but in the end, as long as you get to Seoul, the route doesn’t matter. “Ah, this feels so good….” Cleio, sitting in the tub, poured fresh water over Behemoth’s back as the cat pawed at the water in front. Behemoth was in many ways not a typical cat, but it was stranger that he liked bathing more than…
    • by Cristae The Queen’s Garden (5) Arthur was the first to draw his sword. “All right then, Ishiel and I will cover you and get you inside, Ray? Chel will stand guard outside.” “That’s right. I’ll open the circle after getting as close to the ‘Master Clock’ as possible. I’ll burn everything within the circle, so just take care of the ones outside it. Got it?” Chel, curious about Cleio’s unusually proactive attitude, quickly figured out the reason. “You always hold back, but now…
    • by Cristae The Queen’s Garden (4) Now, Arthur’s back was nowhere to be seen. How many more seconds passed? In the distance, a clear flash of sword energy flickered three times. A massive cherry tree, likely over a hundred years old, was cut down along the sword’s trajectory and collapsed. Soon after, all the fragments of petals filling the space between Cleio and Arthur began to scatter like grains of sand. Shaa― It was, indeed, like watching the rapid corrosion of a mineral rather than a…
    • by Cristae The Queen's Garden (3) A few hours later. [—Remaining Time / Time Limit: 19:17:03 / 24:00:00] Kleio, sluggish as he woke, and Arthur, still bright-eyed, headed toward the inner garden. Even after sleeping, Kleio still felt stiff and sore. He frowned as he stared at the back of Arthur’s head leading the way. 'Ugh. By the time you get to the , even the righteous protagonist has a surprisingly dark side.' He hadn’t expected Arthur to have already formed a private army and…
    • by Cristae The Queen's Garden (2) ‘Wow, this is amazing!’ ‘Haegupseong’s Slash’ was a shared skill given to a swordsman who breaks through a siege by cutting a path with their sword. It was a technique symbolizing indomitable courage. It was a skill bestowed on those who never gave up and fought on even in desperate situations, a technique that symbolized indomitable courage. ‘A protagonist is a protagonist. There’s no need to explain—he snatches up whatever he needs, even if his ether…
    • by Cristae The Queen's Garden (1) Isiel, already knowing the inside story, stepped back, but Chel and the twins made a fuss. "Prophecy is a stigma that only appears to priestesses of the goddess of time, and even then, it's extremely rare! That's amazing!" "What does it look like!" "How would I know? I just woke up and it was there." "Now the mystery is solved. I always wondered how you managed to buy up land in the Oreils district so eerily well. Don't you know which stocks are going to rise…
    • by Cristae The Door of Mnemosyne (4) 'What is this now, fuck.' There wasn't even time to be angry at yet another sudden addition to the setting. Just in time, the shielding magic circle, having fulfilled its role, began to fade. "Let's talk in detail when we get back. First, we have to persuade Aslan. You all wait here." "Ray! I trust you! Go take care of things well." Kleio, who was about to leave the tent, asked one last question. "Aren't you guys… worried that it might be dangerous inside the…
    • by Cristae "What?" Isiel quickly explained the situation. After repeatedly failing to conquer the ‘Remembered World,’ Aslan lost his temper tonight and suddenly summoned Arthur, who had been sleeping peacefully, to vent his anger. He said things like, let’s see how great your martial prowess really is, or maybe if you conquer the ‘Remembered World’ and return, I’ll acknowledge a lowborn monster like you as my brother. When Arthur didn’t cave in to any insult, Aslan eventually began to…
    • by Cristae The Gate of Mnemosyne (2) Faced with such a tremendous task, the urge to escape reality naturally arose. It could never happen, but if ‘Jeongjin’ ever edited the manuscript of for a single-volume publication, he would definitely add this to Melchior’s character introduction. "Someone who can do anything for his goal. He will become king no matter what sins he commits. That is because it is his revenge against the fate given to him." ‘To be the author’s errand boy, resented by a…
    • by Cristae The Gate of Mnemosyne (1) Arthur was surprised, then flustered, then sorry. That’s right. That was an apologetic face. He thought Cleio was suffering because he got entangled with his sibling because of Arthur. Seeing that, Cleio could understand why, in most fiction, the protagonist had to be someone uncomplicated. ‘Mysterious villain types are only good to read about in books; if you have to live around them, a simple, loyal protagonist is better after all.’ “Don’t say things…
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