nana
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“Apol… apologies? What kind of apology is—” Terror seized A as the killing intent washed over him. Regan closed the distance between them. “No hard feelings.” He uttered the words with an expression that suggested he held deeper personal feelings for the postman than anyone else in the world. Click. He pressed the muzzle of the gun against A's forehead, belying his words. The heated metal was inches from his skin. A gasped, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew, with chilling…- 159.9 K • Ongoing
Bang! Regan effortlessly hauled the postman out and tossed him into a corner of the living room. A, sprawled on the floor without a sound, had already reverted to his large, male form. “Regan, cough, do you, think you’ll, get away with this?!” A finally managed to speak, his teeth gritted in protest. He seethed at the audacity of this character treating His postman with such disrespect. “Calm down. I’m not going to hurt you.” Regan’s response was surprisingly mild, considering he'd…- 159.9 K • Ongoing
Adel seemed to be aware of my attempts but chose to ignore them. His attitude had shifted drastically since my bedroom imprisonment. Perhaps that was why I felt less anger, even though I was still trapped. Not feeling angry while being confined...? Something was definitely wrong with me. I sighed, gazing at the lake before me. I loathed the thought of returning to the bedroom, yet Adel's presence in the office made me uneasy, so I'd sought refuge here. Adel hadn't objected, simply assigning Beck…- 156.5 K • Ongoing
- Meanwhile, in the palace infirmary… Austin Windsor, left alone in a bed, regained consciousness after approximately three hours. "Ugh..." he groaned softly, wiggling his fingers. His eyelashes fluttered, then his eyes blinked open. But instead of an unfamiliar ceiling, he saw only a white expanse. "What the...?" Unable to comprehend the situation, he instinctively reached out. The white void instantly transformed. Initially blinded by the sudden light, Austin squeezed his eyes shut before…
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“Neurological diseases, perhaps. But he seemed more interested in psychiatry.” Rosaline inwardly lamented her brother’s terrible business acumen. “Only nobles can afford psychiatric care… and if word gets out, it ruins marriage prospects, so they avoid it. Even married couples avoid it due to reputation.” “....” “Commoners have separate facilities, but they’re government-run, so the money… it wouldn’t be profitable…” Each word reminded Rosaline that…- 160.0 K • Ongoing
- Rosaline stared at Edmund, bewildered by his words. “What do you mean?” She realized he was now treating her as a woman. Perhaps he’d confirmed her true identity while she was unconscious. Unconsciously, she touched the ring, as if to reassure herself of her current male form. She glanced down at her body. It was undeniably male. Nearby, his coat lay neatly folded. Had she really come all this way like this? It seemed she'd worn only drawers beneath the coat. No wonder she was…
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“Miss Mia, saltpeter isn’t easily obtainable. There’s a limit to how much can be produced.” “But you made it, didn’t you? Considering the spreading and the workshops we visited earlier, it seems like it!” “.…” Lilibet fell silent again. ‘Could she actually know something?’ Her green eyes scrutinized Mia. Perhaps sensing her gaze, Mia fidgeted, her fingers twisting together. “I, I just thought…if House Kraus made it, maybe I could…- 250.6 K • Ongoing
- “….” Mia’s eyes widened, then she bit her lip and abruptly turned her head away. Adillot saw it too. His expression instantly hardened. “You….” “Your Majesty, I am your partner, am I not?” Lilibet whispered, not even glancing at the noblewoman who was grimacing as champagne dripped down her dress. “If you act like this, what does that make me? I ask you to keep your promise.” Adillot’s hand moved stealthily towards the dagger at his waist, but…
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Even if flowers bloom in autumn, isn't saying that in a dusty hallway corner, where pollen couldn't possibly reach, a rather flimsy excuse? 'He's surprisingly sentimental, isn't he?' He seemed the silent, solemn type, but based on what Rosaline said, that didn't appear to be the case. Outwardly, Joseph fit Rosaline’s ideal type. Something about broad shoulders, or whatever it was. Embarrassed, perhaps, by the sight of a strapping man facing the wall and weeping, Joseph wiped his…- 140.9 K • Ongoing
- What was so strange? Lost in thought, Kelion’s aide handed him another document. This time, instead of taking it, Kelion glanced at it and frowned. “More people have disappeared.” A pause hung in the air. “Experts in mana control and mana control device craftsmen.” Kelion’s hand, which had been lifting his silver cutlery to resume his meal, froze. Mana control? A chuckle escaped him, followed by a burst of laughter after a moment. Mana control devices… Those were…
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