Layana
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Chapter 18. Shattered to Pieces "Drunken fool." The sharp voice slithered into my ears, dull and sluggish. My throat was parched, my head pounding. "A reckless drunk with no sense." "Ugh… what… now…" I managed to move my stiff lips just enough to mumble, and something cold pressed against my cheek. "Hmph. I told you not to show off. That’s the kind of liquor only a lunatic like Ralpido would drink!" I was lying on a bed. The mattress felt soft, cozy, and faintly scented with…-
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Chapter 17. How to Live Ralpido, publicly, is the operator of Livre Bookstore. Of course, she uses another name and often acts through intermediaries. Her real trade, however, is information. Beyond that, she handles identity laundering, document forgery, and more. She’s the best in the republic when it comes to skill. Her reputation for valuing loyalty and prioritizing client confidentiality was one of the reasons I chose her. Information dealing may revolve around intangible goods, but at its…
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Chapter 16. That Annoying Bastard "At this rate, I can’t take my eyes off you." Yona grumbled. He didn’t grab my hand or wrist but placed his arm lightly around my back, close enough to guide me without touching. "Thanks for getting me out of there, Director." "Call me Yona when we’re outside." "All right. Thanks, Yona." The streets, still buzzing from the earlier excitement, had become chaotic after the terrorist attack. All that remained of the parade were shredded bits of paper…
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Chapter 15. A Strange Encounter Given Yona’s fickle nature, I half-expected him to be late, but there he was, already waiting in front of the square’s clock tower. Clad in a pristine milk-white tunic under his robe, he looked as if he might be a priest from a wealthy temple—if not for the arrogant slouch as he leaned on one leg. Any chance of appearing priestly was nullified by his demeanor. "Good morning, Director." "You’re late." The sharp criticism came flying my way. I glanced up…
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Chapter 14. Something I Have To When the crimson droplets hit the surface, the smooth, porcelain-like jar began to glow. The white light grew so intense I couldn’t keep my eyes open. Squinting wasn’t enough, and I had to turn my head away. Yona, however, stood with his arms crossed, staring directly into the blazing light. "Mages really are something else," I thought. “Damn it, why’s it so loud and dramatic?” he muttered, his grumpy tone adding a touch of annoyance. The light faded…
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Chapter 13. A Genuine Treasure Yona was a mage. Though he bore the title of director at Arabek Appraisal Center, he often vanished in search of "treasures." These treasures spanned a wide range. They didn’t need to be adorned with gold or rare gems. Like a crow obsessed with shiny things, Yona fixated on objects steeped in strange and tragic histories. Such objects, of course, needed time to accrue their stories. Naturally, Yona had become a collector of artifacts passed down from the Ying…
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Chapter 11. I Won The weight in my pocket wasn’t just my imagination. When I went to the station to hire a long-distance carriage, I discovered money secretly slipped in by Nexiard. Thanks to that, I could barely afford the fare. I ended up sharing the carriage with an elderly couple dressed neatly and modestly. They were warm and sensible people, even offering me meringue cookies they said were from a famous village bakery. “Our kids have been good to us. Healthy and never causing…
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Chapter 9. The Brave Dog After the strawberries, it was the bouquet of flowers. The wildflowers looked freshly picked, their dew-laden stems cool to the touch. I ended up clutching the bouquet tightly to my chest as Nexiard and I walked down the road together. “Ladies and gentlemen, young and old, come one, come all, to the most laugh-out-loud circus! It’s not here every day!” A clown wearing a bright yellow conical hat balanced atop a large ball, handing out flyers. “Today’s the final…
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Chapter 8. Change Crossing beech forests, vast plains, and frozen rivers, they passed through two small villages. During their last night camping, rain poured down, accompanied by hailstones the size of fingernails that rattled noisily against the tent. Despite her clear exhaustion, Myrda followed without a single complaint. Not once did she suggest taking an earlier rest. As for Nexiard, it was his first time carrying a living person—not just a corpse or cargo—on horseback. He carefully…
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Chapter 5. Pure Joy Walking felt like treading on a sheet of thin ice. Beneath the transparent surface, life’s turbulent currents swirled indifferently. Each step threatened to shatter the fragile barrier, keeping me constantly on edge. Since that day—the day Nexiard whispered his thanks for saving him—he had remained in a deathlike slumber. I began to wonder if the barbarian arrows carried not just poison but a curse. A curse to entomb the soul forever, leaving the body to breathe but…
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