‘If only a stakeout wasn’t so boring!’ Initially, I hoped to quickly track the movements of the supposed perpetrator and stumble upon some big, revealing secret. And then, Ludmila and I would ceremoniously leap out with a ‘So, you were the culprit!’ before taking them down. However, the list of targets that we followed were
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I walked into the throne room alone, wondering what Katalina had called me for. While it wasn’t strange for her to randomly summon me, the fact that I had received a formal request to the Chancellor made my brows arch. ‘Guess the proper procedures must still be practiced once in a while.’ Despite that, it
Hiding behind a random building, we stared as the parade of crazed fans ran by, their switches having been flipped. A lady of nobility was typically married away under various arrangements, for political or financial gain. Stripped of this prospect of finding a romance of their own, there was no doubt that they held pent
‘Just how the hell did I get stuck in this situation?’ My eyes wandered to the person sitting across from me, the flamboyant Duke that often threw me under the bus randomly with tiring theatrics. It hadn’t even been a week since the last one, where I had been volunteered to participate in the tournament,
Known for artistic displays of Ice magic, Duke Reichenstein was a peculiar person that loved to dabble in creative works and show them off to the public. The current stage had been set up for just another one of ‘his’ famous forms of entertainment. In the center of an open plaza, Duke Reichenstein, in her
Ludmila stirred in her bed, feeling around for a warm body, which was no longer there. Her eyes popped open as she moved to leave the covers, but a gentle voice stopped her. “Ludmila, you don’t have to get up so early today. It’s your day off. Enjoy it for a bit longer.” Indeed, the
The first time I met Violet Lingonberle was shortly after the whole wedding fiasco with Duke Charlemagne. Having caught wind that I created the Sangria served at the reception, Viscount Lingonberle reached out to the Faulkner trading company with avid interest. A spiked wine had been just the idea to rejuvenate his flailing vineyard sales.
My gaze wandered across Saki’s body. Just like Violet had done before, the Electi of Attack, my next opponent, had stepped onto the arena without her bulky armor. Instead, she was wearing a cute shirt and skirt similar to that of a Japanese school uniform. I mentally slapped myself for momentarily fawning over the attire
“And now, the final match of the quarterfinals! Due to the forfeit of the entire group, the winner of this match will move straight to the finals!” Somewhere in the stands, Goldar and Horwitz were both kicking themselves. They had forfeited in fear of the masked fighters, who had unexpectedly been knocked out of commission.
Marquis Deggendorf – a giant of a man whose presence could be solely defined by the bulging muscles that peeked out from his fancy attire. The arrangement of a formal short-sleeved shirt and vest, barely containing the rippling arms, was quite peculiar. It was like a bodybuilder that had been placed uncomfortably in nice clothing