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      by Cherry “Fortunately, I think I can relieve Count Zealot's worries.” “...And so with pure concern, yes?” “I said that you do not have to worry about it.” Smile. Putting up a cool smile, Beatty opened her mouth with a confident voice. “First of all, the free cafeteria is not a place to give food for nothing.” “Then…?” “How many local people know about the Tuberosum dish now?” At Beatty’s question, curiosity also arose in other people’s faces. “Wouldn’t a…
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      by Cherry Puff! Bang! Bang! Colorful stars descended upon Beatty's head as she entered the garden. "?!" Beatty's eyes widened in surprise as the surreal scene unfolded before her. It was as if the playroom equipment, once sized for Beatty's squirrel form, had now been expanded to suit a giant lion's proportions. Toys larger than Beatty herself were scattered everywhere, while rainbow-colored objects floated through the air, defying gravity. The sight was so disorienting that her mouth fell open in…
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      by Cherry “I’m telling the truth, Young Master. The Young Miss’ body… isn’t it different from the Young Master’s?” The sweating family doctor explained to the Young Master, who was asking for the truth and telling him to not lie as he was staring at him. “...Then, it’s really like that.” “Yes.” “You said that she caught a fever because of the rain?” “Yes!” Carl was shocked. To think that she was sick. In fact, that alone is surprising for Carl, who has never…
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      by Cherry Firina, whose face turned whitely pale, tried to cling to the Duke. "Duke! Please listen to me first, and… huh?" Unexpectedly, the Duke didn’t have any sword in his hand. Instead, something else reflected a shiny light from the side. "Ah, unconsciously." As everyone's eyes focused on him, Carl said in a tone as if he had dropped some light paper. However, unlike his ‘mistakenly’ tone, he didn’t put the sword back in. When Carl leaned his sword slightly as if he were toying…
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      by Cherry Huff. Huff. Ritter felt irritated just by the Viscount’s figure alone, who was gasping for air with a feverish face. (t/n: Viscount = Firina = Beatty’s aunt. In this case, the Viscount title is a general title, so not only for men, but like her, women too.) ‘What do you mean you could do well?’ And now, was she trying to avoid being reprimanded by coaxing him in advance? “This ungrateful thing… once she gets caught, she will be educated thorough—“ “Viscount.” Ritter…
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      by Cherry He still recalled it vividly. In that cold winter, the helpless feeling of a father, who had to let go of his hand and could only watch the disease of the young deepening. As the cold in the North intensified, Baby's breathing slowed down. ‘Baby….’ Then, it became increasingly difficult to control his hands and feet, and in the end, he lost his consciousness. Later, it was rare for him to have the time when he came to his senses altogether. Tightly. Recalling the nightmare-like…
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      by Cherry  "Well, I can't say it's entirely impossible, but..." Ather glanced at the dark clouds surrounding him, quickly masking his surprise before continuing. "Unless one is born with an exceptionally strong beast-kin power, it would be possible." "Is that so? Hmm, I wonder if Ritter possessed such formidable power," Beatty mused aloud. Catching the unexpected name, Ather inquired.  "Ritter... you mean His Highness, the Second Prince?" "Yes," Beatty replied nonchalantly, seemingly…
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      by Cherry [Master, with this, I write to you an auspicious letter. Are you doing well? Things are the same here, but I'd like to deliver you some good news….] Reading the letter, he felt as if he had seen the honorific title somewhere else. The letter was full of high-expression phrases, yet unexpectedly written in round handwriting. He could grasp the grainy textured, suppressed writing trace on the back of the paper. “....” The corner of the Duke’s mouth rose slightly. The…
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