Mohan
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43.2 K
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Oze, who had been writhing in pain from the mermaid’s scream, staggered to his feet, still with his eyes closed. Given that he had sensed the attack first and reacted most sensitively to the mermaid’s song, it seemed his hearing was exceptionally sharp. "Doesn’t seem like there are any more." Snow mermaids were a species that traveled in groups. Spotting one usually meant a dozen or more nearby. And if it was a queen leading them, that went doubly so—this situation was highly…-
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"Looks like that’s everything. Ah—no, there’s one thing left. Welcome back. Cheers." Three Thousandth raised an empty glass. “…Wait, this is the welcome-back banquet?” "He’s settling it with this? This half-hearted toast?" "This shamelessly?" The guests grumbled as they half-heartedly raised their glasses in return. Mariax glanced at Oze across the table. He looked utterly miserable, having even lost his drink. Despite his pitch-black face, his expression showed clearly—it was…
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"I hope I’m not interrupting anything?" "Oh no, not at all! What a frightening thing to say." "As soon as I had a drink, whew…! I could swear I saw your face hovering in front of me." Flattering remarks devoid of any sincerity came pouring out. Their transparency was obvious—even Mariax could tell. Everyone was trying their best to stay in Gart’s good graces. And yet, if it was truly their best, it seemed futile. Gart’s expression remained unchanged as he listened to their sycophancy.…
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Mariax quickly returned to the bed and sat down. Once her thirst had subsided a little, she finally had the leisure to look around. Her eyes were drawn to a wooden ornament hanging on the wall. It was quite large—strange that she hadn’t noticed it before. Something about it looked familiar. Then she remembered: the same pattern had been engraved on the castle gate. Inside a circular frame made of dry branches, a fox was sitting. It was a fox’s den. Only then did Mariax realize that this massive…
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Mariax turned her gaze to the darkened window. The mountains were hidden by snow clouds. The master of Heimdrix was buried somewhere in that darkness. The inky black windowpane stirred her imagination. She envisioned the man suddenly awakening and calling out, “Mariax.” But the master of Heimdrix had been asleep for over a hundred years, showing no sign of waking. Even though she had spent the night and welcomed the morning in a foreign land, nothing had happened. Still, that fact alone could not…
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Gart grabbed the woman’s wrist and pulled her toward him. She was dragged without resistance, colliding into his firm chest as if falling into his arms. She lifted her head. At a distance close enough to feel each other’s breath, their eyes met. Gart gazed deeply into her eyes. Her pink irises glowed transparently, even in the dark. “You have beautiful eyes.” He spoke his thoughts aloud and brought his hand to her neck. Despite the threatening gesture, the woman didn’t blink—not even…
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Mariax recalled Three Thousandth’s earlier question: “How are you feeling?” Almost unconsciously, she rubbed the back of her neck. Why did it hurt? It felt like she had been struck. Her last memory was of watching the morning sun—but after that, everything was a blank. Did something happen? "I'm glad to hear you're alright," Three Thousandth responded as though she had actually said something, skillfully interpreting silence as consent. While Mariax was still puzzling over this, Three Thousandth…
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“You called this tea?” It was unusual. Three Thousandth immediately realized that this must be why Gart had come to his room so early in the morning. Three Thousandth placed a hand on Gart’s forehead and wrist, checking his temperature and pulse. His temperature was lower than usual, and his pulse was close to normal. In truth, just looking at his unusually smooth face would’ve been enough to tell. “How is the pain?” “Almost gone.” “‘Almost’ meaning?” “About the…
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She thought she would be torn to pieces at any moment. He radiated a violent energy stronger than what one might feel from a mindless rampaging beast. And yet, contrary to the feral aura flashing across his face, the man merely sat still, locking eyes with her. There was no escape. Though his massive body remained motionless, his ashen eyes carried all the chaos of a storm. It felt like staring into a whirlpool churning beneath a deceptively calm surface. If she turned her back, he would rip out her…
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"It stung a little…" “It stung?” "Maybe it relieved my indigestion." Three Thousandth’s face distorted. Gart let out a refreshing sigh and yanked the dagger out. Blood gushed from the red wound, only to disappear without a trace moments later. Gart took off his blood-soaked top and tore down a fine tapestry hanging on the wall to wipe himself off. To think that stabbing himself in the heart with a sacred relic—deadly at the slightest touch—could leave him feeling refreshed. Watching…
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