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92
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172.4 K
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Reading
14 h, 21 m
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Street vendors lined the roads in an endless row, and the faces of those who had come out to enjoy the festival were filled with joy. The cheerful sound of a flute, its source unknown, added to the festive atmosphere. “Mom, I want to eat that!” “You’re going to say you’re too full to eat dinner again, aren’t you?” “I promise I’ll eat everything! I really will! I swear!” “Honey, it is the festival... maybe we can buy him just one?” “Dad, you’re the best!” The…-
84.3 K • Ongoing
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Edith had intended to give a brief word of thanks, but at the cleric’s next words, she hastily turned to face him. “When a noble has their title revoked, all records of them are erased, and any existing documents are relocated.” Title revocation. Edith’s eyes widened at the unexpected revelation. That, at last, explained several things that had never made sense. “Thank you so much for all your help!” “Think nothing of it. I couldn’t possibly ignore a lady in…
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84.3 K • Ongoing
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“Becky, you need to play well.” Vivianne, who seemed reluctant to part, patted Becky a few more times before finally rising to her feet. The sun, once high in the sky, was now nearing the horizon. It seemed she could no longer delay the time. Having reunited with her owner and now free to play in an unrestricted space, Becky began to tire and soon started nodding off. Vivianne, gazing at her with affectionate eyes, handed Becky over to Edith. “Duchess, I’m terribly sorry for taking up…
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84.3 K • Ongoing
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When I was twenty, I was like a puppy stepping out into the world for the first time. Everything was fascinating; every day brought something new I wanted to experience. Without a shred of caution, I wagged my metaphorical tail and threw myself into the joys of university life. People said living away from home for the first time made you miss your parents and feel lonely, but for me, each day was just a thrill. My new place wasn’t far from my family’s house, and practically living with Kwon Yi-tae…-
43.9 K • Ongoing
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Edith, lost in thought, widened her eyes at the scenery unfolding outside the carriage window. A grand white building reflecting the sunlight loomed before her. She quickly leaned toward the coachman and asked. “Isn’t that the temple?” “Pardon? Ah, yes, it is. The Heraldic Bureau is right next to the temple.” “Ah…” A short sigh escaped her lips. Though she had known the Heraldic Bureau was near the Imperial Palace, she hadn’t realized it stood even closer to the temple. She…
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84.3 K • Ongoing
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Skyle, having briefly wrapped up the conversation, turned his gaze back to the desk. ‘Those words just now…’ A dazed Edith was still chewing over what Skyle had said when a bright smile spread across her face. “Then I’ll sit for a bit before heading to the library. I did quite a bit of walking. Would that be all right?” “As you wish.” His reply was remarkably curt, yet Edith smiled even more radiantly. Now fully refreshed, she quietly took a seat on the sofa arranged in…
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84.3 K • Ongoing
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If I were to describe the royal palace in a single word, I would call it a colossal fish tank. There's His Majesty, the white shark with a feeble, weakening figure but still imposing in size. Beneath him, the smaller noble sharks swim with dignity, yet are quick to converge the instant they sense blood in the water. And then there are the small fish, mercilessly torn apart by these predators. Now, if you think I belong among these small fish simply because of my lowly status, you…-
23.5 K • Hiatus
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I am often considered the most inconspicuous of jesters, likened to a mouse weaving quietly through the castle's many halls. This skill, however, wasn't a natural gift but one acquired through years of diligent effort. Except for His Majesty the King, I retain the right to decline any entertainment demands from mere nobles. If it's not at a grand banquet, there’s no obligation for me to brighten their day. When I say 'decline,' I mean preemptively avoiding them altogether, ensuring I’m never…
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23.5 K • Hiatus
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“When was that?” Elliott tilted his head in curiosity. Sophia met her son's gaze and smiled warmly. "When you were born." At those words, Elliott's eyes grew wide. He looked at his father in disbelief, but Count Hartmann simply nodded with a smile. At that, Elliott's face crumpled. “Was it hard for you and Daddy because of me?” “No, Elliott. Not at all. Back then, your dad and I didn’t even know what hardship was. We were just so happy. Right, darling?” “Of course. We were…
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84.3 K • Ongoing
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“After you became pregnant with Joel, there must have been many changes in your daily life, yes? Elliott may have felt left out.” As her body grew heavier, she would have had to be more cautious in her movements, and the outings they used to enjoy together would have ceased. The two were an exceptionally close couple, so surely the affectionate husband stayed by his wife’s side as she spent more time sleeping and fatigued more easily. It wasn’t hard to picture the guests visiting Count…
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