Aqsa
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Chapter 3 With disheveled hair and eyes filled with madness, he was swinging his sword wildly. Seeing the scene, it was impossible to tell whether it was he or Charles who had stabbed the people lying bleeding before Joshua. Joshua shouted at the top of his lungs. But Charles paid him no attention and picked up a bloodstained sword lying nearby. Seeing this, Joshua swung his sword even more frantically. Charles easily knocked Joshua’s sword aside and cut off both of his wrists. Blood gushed from…-
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Chapter 2 “……” “Still, you were by my side for many years. I suppose it’s only right that I show you at least a final bit of mercy. Hanging doesn’t suit someone as proud as you.” “……” “What are you waiting for? Take it already. Didn’t you want to die so badly?” “Draw the knife.” As he said this, the Emperor raised the corners of his lips and smiled pleasantly. He looked more beautiful than anything else in the world. A surge of blood rose into her…
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Chapter 1 Tetsu Square, located in the heart of the imperial capital of the Lesgerham Empire. At the center of the square stood a fountain, the pride of the capital, decorated with a statue of Freya, the goddess of love and magic. It was a place where the cheerful laughter and shouts of people could always be heard, but today was different. The people gathered around the fountain spat at the woman inside the makeshift prison and hurled curses at her. A courtier who had been glaring at the woman…
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Chapter 11 My Husband Lives Inside the Painting ‘Damn it.’ The moment Pagoda Boutier raised his chin and blocked my path, I bit my lip. “I was quite worried about you, personally. I couldn’t stop thinking about how someone as delicate as you would endure such heartbreaking pain.” “Ah… yes.” By then, Gael’s shadow had already disappeared. But oblivious to what I was feeling, Pagoda continued talking to me. “Madam. I know it may be too soon, but if you ever need someone…-
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Chapter 10 Most people think that anyone who commits an atrocious crime must have a fundamentally different brain structure from ordinary people, making them someone whose actions could never be understood through common sense. But in reality, that isn’t the case. They are human beings, after all, and they cannot escape that fact. Through minor physiological functions and physical reactions, a culprit will inevitably reveal their true nature instinctively. ……At least, that was something I…
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Chapter 9 My Husband Lives Inside the Painting ‘But asking me who I want to kill first? A life isn’t some kind of game.’ I pressed my aching forehead and sighed. I wasn’t even certain that one of them was the culprit, and if I pointed my finger at the wrong person, it wasn’t something I could easily clean up afterward. ‘Still, I have to do something.’ There was no road back anymore, so the only thing left was to move forward. I looked through the local newspapers I had asked…
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Chapter 8 My Husband Lives Inside the Painting The flower field, now free of the dark clouds, swayed once more in fragrant colors, as though trying to erase the commotion that had just taken place. The two of us stood beneath the tree, facing each other. The man rubbed his previously bound wrists before holding out his hand to me. “The contractors are you and me. I’ll do my best to help you accomplish whatever it is you want.” “…….” “And I promise you this. Until the day…
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Chapter 7 My Husband Lives Inside the Painting If you want to catch a tiger, you have to puff out your own mane first. I had no idea whether this would actually help, but for the time being, I went behind the house, brought back a shovel, and began digging the ground conspicuously in front of the man. At least it’s good exercise. Ten minutes after I silently started shoveling, the man, who had been lying quietly, finally opened his mouth. “But Ob. Maybe you don’t know how strong I am,…
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Chapter 6 My Husband Lives Inside the Painting ……What? As my expression went blank, Camille tightened his grip on my shoulders as though urging me to answer. “It just needs a little more power. Exactly the amount of power one human being possesses.” “…….” “You’re not planning to leave me trapped inside this painting forever, are you? Of course, it’s beautiful here. But I want to go outside.” “……I understand that. But, Camille.” “Or do you not love me?…
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Chapter 5 My Husband Lives Inside the Painting Ah, and by the way, Camille was an excellent cook. “I want something made with potatoes.” “Sure. I was just craving that myself.” “I’m in the mood for spaghetti today.” “Easy. Just wait a moment.” “Camille. Do you know what bungeoppang is?” There wasn’t even a kitchen in the tiny little house, but no matter what I asked for, Camille would have an impressive meal ready within minutes. “This is it, right?…
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