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Chapter 85
Translator: Willia
It was an era that had yet to conquer the darkness of the night. When darkness settled thickly, people believed that demons or monsters lurked beyond it. Of course, they did exist in reality as well.
Chilling folktales could be found in every region...
2025-02-20 13:38:49 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 84
Translator: Willia
There were various feelings when waking up from sleep. Sometimes there was relief after waking from a frightening dream, sometimes a foul mood from an unpleasant nightmare, and sometimes trying to force yourself back to sleep when you didn't want to wake ...
2025-02-08 16:03:44 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 83
Translator: Willia
The Emperor was dead. He hadn't died of old age, nor had he succumbed to illness, nor had he fallen in battle. He had been assassinated.
The pinnacle of all men, the guardian of the Empire, had been assassinated. Of course, despite such grand titles...
2025-02-08 16:03:23 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 82
Translator: Willia
A life-or-death duel was something that those who had never experienced it could never truly understand, the mindset, the resolve, the emotions involved.
The determination to kill your opponent by swinging or thrusting a cold blade, while also being...
2025-02-03 13:48:31 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 81
Translator: Willia
"If, and I mean if, an emergency situation arises, you don’t need any special technique. Just stab your opponent in the stomach like this, twist your wrist, and then slash, whether upward or sideways. The chest area has ribs, so it's difficult for a beg...
2025-01-31 16:14:45 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 80
Translator: Willia
Ricardt liked the wind. Since long ago, even before he was reborn.
He enjoyed watching the wind blow across the fields during his days as a shepherd, occasionally gazing at the breezy fields alone even at Stormhertz, and the same held true during his academy days. 2025-01-25 13:32:03 +0000 UTC View Post
Chapter 79
Translator: Willia
It was a beautiful forest, partially shaded and partially illuminated by sunlight. The old castle blended seamlessly with the ancient trees, making it look like a natural part of the forest.
Sunlight pierced through the forest from the sky like a st...
2025-01-23 16:57:16 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 78
Translator: Willia
Near Nibelungen, there was an oak forest, and the Imperial Palace was located there.
The garden was designed to preserve the forest as much as possible, with only minimal trimming, allowing its natural beauty to stand out more than artificial aesthe...
2025-01-21 17:30:56 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 77
Translator: Willia
Time had passed since Ricardt completed the special commission and returned to Ernburg.
The withering grass had dried up even further, the leaves clinging to the trees had all turned to fallen foliage, and snow blanketed all of these skeletal remain...
2025-01-19 13:32:14 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 76
Translator: Willia
Long ago, there were times when people had to unite their strength. This was during the invasions of the Salamans and Orcs, or the invasions of the Nord people.
The numerous tribes, divided into dozens or even hundreds, combined their strength to fi...
2025-01-17 21:42:17 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 75
Translator: Willia
If one claimed they weren’t trembling, it would be a lie. To step into an abyss where not a single ray of sunlight reached.
But was this trembling out of fear? Or was it anticipation? And if it was anticipation, what exactly were they expecting?
Ricardt, unl...
2025-01-13 19:33:34 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 74
Translator: Willia
The night, much like rich wine, undoubtedly held something that intoxicated people.
The darkness, the desolate streets, the peculiar unease, and the subtle moonlight - these were elements that stealthily drew out the buried, sordid desires hidden deep within the h...
Chapter 73
Translator: Willia
The waves flattened as they washed onto the sandy beach and left behind a smooth, even layer of fine sand as they receded.
As he gazed quietly at it, it felt as if the dregs in his heart were also being swept away, leaving his mind clear and organized.
Rica...
Chapter 72
Translator: Willia
In the chilly autumn wind, crossing mountains and waters, two young swordsmen walked westward.
Before long, the mountains became barely visible, and they arrived at a land interwoven with river streams like spiderwebs and constantly swept by the wind. This was the...
Chapter 71
Translator: Willia
It was an open field, away from the city. Around them, dry grass grew, and the chirping of crickets echoed in the air.
The moon in the night sky, as if the sole witness, silently looked down upon the spot where Ricardt and his group were gathered....