Mohan
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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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A few hours ago, Mariax had overheard the humans moving cautiously on the other side of the river. “They say those noisy thieves from before have been caught.” “I haven’t heard anything about that.” “My little brother works at the fortress. He told me—secretly, of course—that the thieves were northern spirits. They’re locked up in the castle dungeon now.” “Northern spirits? What kind of campfire story is that?” “No, I swear! He said there were two spirits in the…
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Thanks to the quiet commotion, even those inside the fortress realized that Gart had returned and came out to welcome him. “Anir? You're alive? I thought you'd died somewhere…” Three Thousandth, who had grown noticeably gaunt over the past year, glared at Gart. His eyes burned with resentment—resentment that the master of the house was never around, always gallivanting elsewhere while leaving him to suffer. “Three Thousandth? My goodness, I almost didn’t recognize you. Why do you look…
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Ulri and Ba'en wore identical expressions on their identical faces. It was as if the sky had fallen. The twins, trying hard to wipe the despair off their faces, exchanged glances. They were sharing thoughts. Mariax calmly waited for an answer. “We spilled a bit while cooking. It was Ulri’s fault.” “No, it was Ba'en’s. That’s why there’s a little less today.” “Is that so?” “Y-yes.” “Then why did you only use reindeer meat?” The twins exchanged glances again.…
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