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Chapter 11 Cain also had things he wanted to hear from Lopes. What exactly was he? What kind of person was he that he knew the people of old Zergard so well, and had joined the mercenary group with thoughts similar to Cain's? As his curiosity continued to grow, the two young men's quick steps eventually brought them to an unnamed hill near their lodging. They found a suitable spot and sat down, quietly drinking their dark beer. For a long while, they simply enjoyed the autumn…-
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Chapter 12 Nirgi spoke. Instead of explaining the situation to his younger sister first, he was too busy bowing and scraping before the man beside him, reporting something to him as if he were making a formal statement. Naturally, Lanram's gaze shifted toward that man as well. In fact, he was another person who had left Lanram completely shocked. "Hello, pretty blonde. And..." The man greeted Sera with his usual fresh, charming smile. That handsome smile was then turned toward Lanram as…-
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Chapter 11 Crash-! With his heart feeling like it was being squeezed dry, the man clenched the glass rose in his hand. There was no reason to hesitate over something he had no desire to give and no one he wanted to receive it from. The people were startled and leaned back hard against their seats. Even the Pig Princess and Abigail, who had been watching, let out sharp screams. The delicate and beautiful glasswork was crushed into pieces inside the man's fist. It scattered into the air as meaningless…
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Chapter 10 ‘That man is Nick Paroa. Iron Horse Duke Nick Paroa.’ If he won, he would gain an enormous amount of fame. Even if he lost, his opponent was not someone who would bring him much shame. That was why he had chosen him in the first place. He wanted to use Nick as a stepping stone to restore his tarnished honor. ‘If things go badly, stab the horse’s neck again.’ The prince had whispered those words to Xylus before the match began. It was supposed to be a last…
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Chapter 9 The prince’s lips stiffened, and his hand trembled slightly. Through the narrow slit in his helmet, his cold eyes glinted sharply. ‘…When the hell is this bastard going to stop growing?’ His disgusting cousin was yet another head taller than the last time he had seen him. That was one of the things about the man that constantly irritated the Pig Prince. Instead of craning his neck to look at Paroa’s face, the prince merely raised his eyes. Not lifting his head was…
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Chapter 8 “So when that Garding Knight used the mountain horse as an excuse, you must have thought, ‘There it is.’” The Jeroli Crown Prince must have been holding quite a grudge over being refused. The man snorted as if the prince’s petty intentions were painfully obvious. Hearing that, Chyroneia blamed himself. “Then it really was because of me. If only I had handled it more wisely….” “It’s not your fault, Chyro.” “Maybe I could have turned sooner and…
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Chapter 7 “What if you lose?” “If I lose….” Lanram, who had remained silent as if she had no mouth at all, suddenly asked the question. The man continued with an interested look on his face. “I’ll give today’s glass rose to you. No matter which of those two wins, I’ll be the champion anyway.” The man looked at the horses returning to their starting positions. Whether it was confidence based on solid grounds or just empty boasting, his attitude was certainly worthy of a…
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Chapter 6 “Your final opponent is Kanne.” The man spoke in a blunt, curt voice, pointing with his chin toward the womanizer Kanne. The man being pointed out smiled with his narrow, well-shaped eyes. “So you mean I should fight and come back with that kind of attitude, right?” Kanne folded his arms tightly and gave a mocking smile before leaning toward Lord Paroa’s ear as if to whisper. “But first, I’ll have to beat Yarmuk.” Kanne said it as though that was completely…
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Chapter 5 Salt Castle rose majestically before them. Ivory-colored flags bearing white salt fluttered from the watchtowers that leaned out beyond the castle walls, while unfamiliar coats of arms lined the battlements below. They were most likely the marks of other noble powers who had come to visit. The background cloth came in all kinds of colors—green, red, blue, yellow-brown—each helping to show the individuality of the families they represented. But regardless of the material, the…
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Chapter 4 “What are you going out for? What’s there to see at someone else’s wedding?” “It’s not someone else’s wedding. It’s the princess’s wedding.” Lanram spoke with a pout, still unable to shake off her anger toward him. Wherever a festival was held, seagulls naturally gathered to feed on the scraps. The goods sold by merchants, both large and small, were interesting, and the clowns in ridiculous costumes or the songs of wandering minstrels provided plenty of…
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