With a cry from the crowd, the townspeople started running away. The clan fighters surrounding the circle had formed into combat positions. I couldn’t understand what was going on. A demon? Who? Her? All I could see was a young girl that was now looking around in panic as chaos erupted around her. The young
“Let’s see – Tofu? Check. Fish? Check? Random green vegetables that all look the same but have different names? Probably got the right ones…Shiitake? Gross, but Kanade needs them for umami.” I spun the dried fungus in my fingers, wondering why such an ingredient existed. I never did like the rubbery texture of shiitake mushrooms,
The sounds of combat echoed through the forest – the crunching of fresh snow from muffled footsteps, the occasional clink of metal as blades met, the puffs of white breath from two bodies exerting themselves – Ludmila and I were currently engaged in a practice spar in the woods outside of town. The first coating
The wind blowing through the forest seemed to be laughing at me. I had been trying for over an hour to break the rock with no success. Lau sat himself on a low, flat slab and was drinking tea, paying me no mind as I struggled to even put a dent on the blasted boulder.
The first impression that Lau had of the man named Claude Evers was that he was a complete mess when it came to combat. Likely owing to the strange abilities that he had and his occupation as a chef, the way he fought was terribly dangerous, both for himself and for others. Like a child
The rhythmic tapping of a pen was the only thing that broke the silence around the room. I looked around. Pictures of various classes adorned the otherwise plain walls. A middle-aged man with glasses and a slightly recessed hairline was flipping through a folder while I stiffly sat in a hard, wooden chair. I wondered
The plains on the outskirts of town thundered with the rhythmic footsteps of soldiers in full armor. The sight of hundreds of soldiers inching closer in the distance made the town guards nervous. Still in the process of development, the town of Faulkner had just recently stopped expanding its border. Makeshift fences and guard posts
Pietro walked into a bar located in the capital city of Engelburg. There were brief looks from the customers as they found it somewhat odd for an elderly gentleman in a butler outfit to visit such a place alone. This was a bar that was typically visited by noblemen, too high-class for the common man.
Eryn had gone through quite an exhausting time since Claude and Katalina left the country. Being informed by Pietro and Carina, she had learned that her close family members were not who they seemed to be. However, it was fortunate that there were allies in another country that could guard her friends while she investigated
Oswald stared into the fireplace of his study with a goblet of wine in his hand. The flames flickered across his eyes, reflecting his inner thoughts of the turmoil that he was suddenly facing. A crown rested on his head, freshly passed to him by his father, who had taken a turn for the worse