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      by Cherry Perhaps due to the harsh nature of the environment, there were many unique customs in the North known as superstitions in the surrounding areas. Among those myths, there were many beliefs about children. A lot of people believed in them, especially about a child’s name. ‘A name that doesn't fit the child will result in a distorted destiny,’ was one of them. Ominous things such as a child’s personality becoming corrupted, or getting involved in an accident that caused a fatal injury to…
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      by Emerlyn "T-That couldn't be..." A droplet of sweat trickled down his neck as Count Zealot stammered his response. 'How absurd, to be unnerved by a mere little girl.' Ashamed of being momentarily overwhelmed, Count Zealot plastered his characteristic benevolent smile across his face. "I was merely seeking His Grace's approval for trade negotiations regarding tax-challenged regions," he explained, deliberately using complex terminology that a child would struggle to comprehend. "Hmm." Just as he…
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      by Cherry "Chu chu chu chit!" Beatty laughed like a final boss, puffing out her white-furred chest and placing her tiny paws on her hips. 'The Fairy Stones they just mentioned... It must be the same ones Ritter used to brag about!' Her eyes sparkled as she recalled her knowledge about this special mineral - information that was highly classified at this time. The Last Fairy's Gift. That's what they called these Fairy Stones, and they possessed extraordinary powers. Like magic stones imbued with a…
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      by Cherry "He went to you?" Carl growled irritably, his face contorting with displeasure. He was about to storm off to reprimand the knights responsible for guarding Beatty when she gently tapped his arm to get his attention. "So, why is that Ritter... I mean, the Second Prince here?" "Just call him 'that bastard.'" Carl nodded with satisfaction at Beatty's clearly negative impression of Ritter revealed in her choice of words. "I heard he came to negotiate a reduction in the war participation…
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      by Cherry "What is wrong with these people?" Though initially taken aback by the ducal family's audacity to strike a royal without showing any signs of remorse, Ritter quickly regained his composure. Clearing his throat to indicate he would overlook the duke's rudeness, he continued. "Ahem. In any case, I'll disregard the previous incident." Despite his gracious gesture to overlook both past and present discourtesies... "..." Duke Aslan remained silent, while the young lord's expression clearly read,…
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      by Cherry The day after an unexpected chase broke out in the duke's castle. The territory's residents were bewildered by sudden feasts appearing in every village. "What's with all these feast foods?" "Oh, the duke's castle sent them, saying it's a day to celebrate." "...all those food carts?" The Duke, having heard his child call him 'Papa' for the first time, celebrated this joyous day by first turning the castle upside down, and then showering food across the entire domain. The castle staff's…
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      by Cherry Beatty shook her head, unable to comprehend how such a simple phrase could make someone so happy. As she pondered again what a proper gift might be, she heard a familiar voice. "What are you doing, Beatty?" "Atel!" Beatty's face lit up at the sight of her friend, whom she felt she hadn't seen in a while. After catching up for a bit, Beatty asked where Atel worked during the day, mentioning that she often saw Prince Ather but rarely Atel. Feeling a bit flustered, Atel changed the…
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      by Cherry “Anyway, this thing.” “‘This ‘thing’ you say…. Young Master, you can’t call your little sister like that!” “Then, what should I call her?” Listening to the bickering, Beatty’s eyes became big by the splattered topic. “This Run…. Hm, the Squirrel.” Ah. For a moment, the boy looked back at her, and his next words were predicted. “... has no name.” When she was young, people around her called her like this. “Young Miss Half, don't fret, please…
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