TWSB – Chapter 238: Start the cleaning (1)
The next day was the full moon. – Clack, clack, clack, clack! The carriage cut through the darkness of the night as it moved. Not many people traveled through this Continue Reading →
The next day was the full moon. – Clack, clack, clack, clack! The carriage cut through the darkness of the night as it moved. Not many people traveled through this Continue Reading →
Frédérique Riester had seen something similar to this in the history books before. “How entertaining.” “Yeah.” Aurélie Boutier gently responded to her mumbling. No details were necessary between two people Continue Reading →
Everything was chaotic. “Oh my goodness, mother!” It was such chaos in the middle of the night. “Don’t push, please don’t push!” “Woooooooooooo!” Claire Plaza instantly turned into pandemonium. Morris Continue Reading →
– Shaaaaaaa……! Everything became dyed in a radiant light pink before changing to a bright gold once I blinked. It was the combination of Marquis François’s mana and my ether. Continue Reading →
Laura Mendy, the Chief of Staff of Riester Imperial Palace. – Click! “Your Majesty!” As the second child of a high-status House of a Duke and a loyal servant of Continue Reading →
「- Shhh! He clearly remembered his first meeting with her. “No!” – Puuk! “Gasp, ugh……!” The terrible noise pierced the man and the Imperial Crown Prince’s ears at the same Continue Reading →
He did not manage to recapture Isabelle and Christelle. – Tap, tap, tap, tap…… Simon de Sarnez tapped the table with annoyance. Today wasn’t the first day he was doing Continue Reading →
– Click, creeeeeak.. A wall of the Cardinal’s reception room opened at that moment. “Sounds like a ruckus.” One side of the bookshelf opened and Frédérique Riester appeared. The bookshelf Continue Reading →
“What is this-” The Blue Whale let out a breath the size of a house from its head! – Kwooooooooooooooo……! I gasped in astonishment. That seemed like the only way Continue Reading →
“Jesse, our child, my poor little baby…… Losa.” Christanne Venetiaan called out in a weak voice. The hand that once held a sword was shaking weakly while holding the flower Continue Reading →
