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Chapter 7 After raising the question, Soa casually looked up at the sky. Far away, a falcon was circling overhead. If General Maeng asked how his Tiger Tally had ended up in a place like this— 【The mice kept bringing things to me in exchange for a handful of rice.】 It was all thanks to her diligent and reliable new companions. The result was unmistakable. 【Investigate General Maeng.】 When Seoheon issued his written command, Chief Steward No bowed his head. “General…-
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Chapter 6 “Good. You should have done this from the beginning.” General Maeng looked pleased as he gazed at the warehouse filled with coal. ‘Spring has arrived, so they’ll be careless about keeping track of it anyway. All I have to do is cut the coal rations by finding fault with the soldiers during training.’ The corners of his mouth lifted at the thought of selling the diverted coal at a good price. “General, but if His Highness the Ink King finds out about…
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Chapter 5 On the road to the Ink King’s Castle. The sound of the carriage wheels echoed along the road. Beneath the myeokri, Seoheon’s gaze quietly turned toward the carriage. “Thanks to Your Highness, I was able to survive.” He had expected resentment. Everyone who encountered a monster usually turned pale and became overwhelmed with fear. He thought she would blame him for bringing her to the Ink King’s Residence and believe that she would never have experienced such a…
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Chapter 4 The carriage that had left the Imperial Capital headed north. The farther north they went, the more the scent of spring disappeared. White breath spread from their lips in the cold wind. Unlike the Imperial Capital, where flowers had been blooming in abundance, snow still remained frozen in the northern valleys. Soa looked at the man outside the carriage. Throughout the long journey, he had remained as endlessly quiet as ever. Every time the horse took a step, the black…
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Chapter 3 His face was hidden behind a mask, giving him an eerie and ominous presence. The Fourth Prince of the Rye Empire. The Ink King, Seoheon. Beneath the black myeokri, his head tilted slightly to one side. Although his eyes could not be seen, it seemed as though his gaze toward Mokyeon was shining sharply. Everyone knew. That mute prince never spoke a word. But his murderous silence was his language. He heard everything we were saying outside the gate. Soa quietly bowed…
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Chapter 2 “I don’t want to go!” An irritated voice echoed through the main hall of the Jin family. Mokyeon, sitting on the floor in a colorful silk dress, cried out as though she were about to burst into tears. “How can you send me to that cursed monster?!” “Mokyeon, even so, he is a prince. And on top of that, he is a vassal king who rules the Ink King’s Residence!” “What good is becoming a concubine in the failing Ink King’s Residence?!” The Ink King’s…
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Chapter 1 A blizzard raged during the funeral. The death of the Duke of Muk, who had guarded the northern frontier. Yet his funeral was pitiful. I stood beneath the eaves, staring blankly at the snow covering the world. “They say it was an accidental fall.” “It makes no sense……! How could someone who had reached the Five-Hwa-Ryeon realm possibly die from a simple fall?” “Shh, watch your tongue.” The people talking inside glanced nervously at me. As if the Duke of…
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Chapter 47 The marquess looked the duke up and down before speaking. “But—the duke hasn't aged at all. Have I somehow gone back in time? Or am I looking at a ghost?” Though he put it that way, the marquess's words were filled with suspicion about what Duke Kassel had been doing all this time and why he had suddenly appeared looking like this. As he said, the duke's appearance was exactly the same, as though time alone had stopped for him. His jet-black hair was thick and glossy, while…-
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Chapter 46 “It is merely your concern, Marquess.” Claude took a sip of tea with a faint smile, as though there was no way that could possibly be true. The marquess's fox-like, upturned eyes narrowed. Whenever Claude found himself unable to think of a way forward, he would always use that smile as a weapon to change the subject. It was something the marquess had realized after watching him closely for many years. “There is no guarantee that those Shadow Bandits, who have expanded their…
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Chapter 45 ‘Speak of the devil, and he appears.’ Claude gave a cynical smile, returned the letter to the subspace, and calmly straightened his clothes. Then, as though nothing had happened, he composed his expression into one of perfect serenity and ordered them to let the visitor in. The door soon swung wide open. Marquess Luteo entered with an imposing air, proudly displaying his large frame as though he owned the place. As always, Claude greeted him with a gentle…
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