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"Haa..." Aloissia stood dazed, passively accepting Cassius's kiss. The metallic taste of blood filled her mouth. As they kissed, her mouth stained with blood, the pain in her lungs, which had felt like someone was holding and squeezing them, gradually subsided. "More..." Aloissia cupped Cassius's face in her hands. She pleaded, gently biting his tongue with her lips. It was an instinctive act, driven by her will to survive. She wanted to be purified. Cassius's purification. "Give me…-
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"Already?" Cassius asked, sounding surprised. It was understandable, as she hadn't been fully purified yet. "You'll need more purification to create the barrier." "I can't just keep receiving without giving back." Aloissia said, lowering her gaze. Her cheeks flushed under Cassius's gaze. "...And I can't complete the barrier in one go. I have to start today and gradually build it up." "I see. But why today of all days?" "Her Majesty summoned Master Bahadir... the High Priest. This is…
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Leda set down her scone and clicked her tongue. "If Mother hadn't covered for her and left it all alone, the House of Lords would have banished her from the Imperial Palace. The Margrave was certain that Rosha killed Felix..." "And if Rosha were gone?" "What?" Iphis, who had been silently listening to Leda's harsh words, asked coldly. She elegantly lifted her teacup and posed a sharp question. "If Rosha were gone, would you, Leda, create the barrier in her place?" "W-Well..." "Or…
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He had been so nervous in the days leading up to his first performance that his memories of that time were hazy. It was strange, considering how vividly he remembered the play itself. “I seem to have brought up a rather depressing topic. I could relate to what you said, Your Grace.” Yuro said, smiling as if nothing had happened, and walked over to stand beside Melione. “The gardens are beautifully maintained. There are so many plants I’ve never seen in Norden…” “It doesn’t snow…-
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Asking Melione for a tour of the mansion was one of Yuro’s goals for the day. He didn't actually care about the mansion; it was a ploy to get closer to the Duke. They were getting married in two days, and he couldn't spend the remaining time like strangers. Moreover, he had noticed during lunch that Melione was being quite kind to him. They were both suspicious of each other, their true intentions hidden. In that case, it was better to create opportunities to test each other. However, Melione…
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“It’s hard to believe, but yes. I don’t know when, where, or how he came here. He was simply always here at the mansion, so I never questioned the previous Duke about it.” “Ah…” “I can only assume he’s not an ordinary tiger. Normal tigers don’t live that long.” It was obvious that Kisha wasn't an ordinary tiger, but they hadn't bothered to investigate. In a family plagued by a curse of early death, a long-lived tiger wasn't particularly remarkable. “I see. That’s why…
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He had slept in until almost noon, skipping breakfast. Feeling refreshed and slightly giddy from finally getting a good night’s sleep, Yuro hummed as he left his room for lunch. He had slept so deeply that he hadn’t even dreamt. It had been so long since he’d slept properly. The arduous journey, spent dozing uncomfortably in a rickety carriage and staying in shabby inns, felt like a distant memory. He wished every day could be like yesterday. Lying under the clear, cloudless sky, he had nestled…
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Kisha didn't even glance at Yuro as he sat down on the grass. “Are you hurt?” Kisha finally turned its head towards Yuro and snorted, as if answering his question. Yuro frowned, staring at the wound. It didn’t look deep, but it must be painful for Kisha to walk. “That must hurt.” After observing the wound for a while, Yuro looked around, as if making up his mind. He and Kisha were alone in the gardens. ‘Should I sing?’ Kim Yuro wasn’t tone-deaf, but Yuro Lechis was. He…
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Raymond froze at the unexpected bombshell. He stuttered, like a malfunctioning machine, caught off guard by the answer. Feeling slightly apologetic, Yuro waved his hands frantically. “Oh, um… I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.” “No, it’s not that… It’s just…” “It must have been something you didn’t want to hear, but it’s such a well-known story in Norden that I didn’t think about how shocking it might be to others.” Even Yuro, although it was about his own…
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The effectiveness of the healing ability heavily depended on singing ability. Helen wasn't exactly a great singer, but she was competent enough to activate the ability. If Helen had been a truly exceptional singer, she wouldn't have needed to become the King’s mistress. A single song would have been enough to cure him completely. However, because she wasn't, she had to attend to the King’s needs at night. There was one way to compensate for a lack of singing ability: sexual contact. By…
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