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“Lev, I came straight after class today!” “Be careful, you’ll trip yourself!” Levis stopped the princess who was charging forward with unbridled energy. Yesterday, and now today. The princess had come seeking her two days in a row. Surely, someone—Rosander, perhaps—would come to stop her at some point, but there was no sign of him. “Is it alright for you to come here every day like this?” Eisentein smiled as if the answer were obvious. “It’s fine. Rosander’s not…-
20.6 K • Hiatus
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“Whether a curse or a blessing, a wish is only what you make of it.” The mermaid's powers were limited, evidenced by her inability to return to the realm of merfolk on her own. Her abilities were meant for the benefit of others—a sweet yet cruel command instilled by Diantha out of her love and concern for her children and her kind. How fitting and merciless, to maintain such perfect control. If only Eisentein could be kept in such submission. “Still, I must admit, I’m eagerly awaiting…
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20.6 K • Hiatus
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“Is that so? Mother didn’t like Lev very much, huh? I thought she did.” Rosander didn’t reply. If he asked her to hand it over, would the queen grant his request? Eisentein faintly imagined the queen’s unfathomable expression as she mulled over his hypothetical plea. After walking several dozen steps, they neared the entrance to the annex palace, where Eisentein spotted a familiar figure. Once Rosander carefully set the princess down from his arms, she dashed toward the queen with light…
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20.6 K • Hiatus
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The palace's treatment of Levis had undergone a notable transformation. No longer confined to a small, man-made pond, she now swam freely in a larger lake, wide enough for her to stretch her tail and glide from one end to the other. It wasn't the sea, but it was enough to soothe her restless spirit. The waters became her solace, circling the lake her routine, and at times, she'd drift to the lake's floor to find a measure of peace in the stillness. Yet the unease lingered, a shadow that refused to…
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20.6 K • Hiatus
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“It’s nothing, Your Majesty.” That same answer again. Levis found herself lingering on the thought—how vivid his eyes were, like springtime caught in a gaze. The man quickly averted his eyes, narrowing the space between his brows. It was a contrast that caught her off guard: the coarse voice, the unyielding expression, and yet those verdant eyes. Unconsciously, she had been staring, and as realization struck, Levis lowered her own gaze. “Is the swordsmanship lesson done for the…
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20.6 K • Hiatus
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She glared at the man as she pushed the two lifeless bodies fully out of the water. Levis had entered the water to retrieve the dagger, but doubt consumed her about her ability to wield it effectively. Her heart raced faster than ever, yet her blood felt icy in her veins. The world seemed cloaked in darkness, but her grip on the dagger's hilt tightened with desperate resolve. The man was clearly someone formidable—likely a knight from the royal palace, capable of overpowering her with ease.…
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20.6 K • Hiatus
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The sea goddess Diantha fell into a deep sleep one day, the reasons veiled in mystery. Though her touch and gaze once caressed the ocean, now only the soft echoes of her slumber reverberated through the waters. Years passed since Diantha’s slumber began, yet the merfolk remained untroubled. Diantha had ensured that her bloodline, strong and enduring, would be passed down to her children. To those born with her divine lineage, she bestowed her powers, ensuring they could protect and thrive in…
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The mermaids of legend, they said, have lured sailors to their doom for generations. The seed of chaos sown by the Mother of Tempests. To put it crudely— “A man-eating fish.” Between her tightly bound arms, Leviss lowered her head slightly. The voice was as cold as ice, and for that, she thought it fortunate her face revealed none of the fear she felt deep within. Strands of wet hair clung to her eyelids, yet the radiant light enveloping the space warmed her to the bone. Such an…
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20.6 K • Hiatus
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Even though he looked a bit shabby now, like a mere gamekeeper, things would be different if he donned his armor. No one would dare belittle him, not anywhere. In fact, he might even look stronger and more splendid than Sir Sylvain. For some reason, perhaps because he was her personal knight, whenever he was attacked, she felt a sharp sense of injustice, as if the blow had been aimed at her. Whenever Claus picked a fight with Rosander, it was always Eisentein who responded. “Have you rested…
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“All of a sudden? What’s going on! You said not long ago that you weren’t seeing anyone! Edith, you!” Feigning disappointment, Daisy pouted dramatically, only to narrow her eyes shortly after. “So, who is it? Who’s the lucky man that managed to capture the heart of the great Edith Irene Brussels?” She stabbed a slice of apple, her dessert, with her fork as she spoke. The juicy apple, evidently sweet, gleamed in the light. Just as Daisy brought the piece to her mouth, Edith…-
84.3 K • Ongoing
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