Julius hated getting calls from Intelligence. It always ended with him getting a headache. They never called him with good news when he was on assignment and today was no exception."Roslachnians?" he repeated, feeling that headache coming on. "Roslachnians are here, in Tychè colony? You're sute?""It was confirmed by our spies. A special team has been deployed to assassinate Princess Euphemia."Yep, there was his headache. "That's... Just great." As if he didn't have enough to deal with. "She's pretected by her imperial guard. They should keep her safe.""All the same we want you to keep a closer eye on her. The agent they're sent is a specialist."Of course they were. "And what do the Corai think of this? Corai and Roslachny aren't exactly allies.""The Roslachnians are only being deployed to Tyché. So they won't be a problem for Corai."
The seens shifted again, I was throw again into the skies again. I was floating next to my plane that sored through the sky.It was her. I was sure of it. That voice was burned into my mind. I would remember it until the day I die.That was unfortunately the truth. Even if I killed her by shooting her out of the sky, that voice would haunt me until my dying day.The fighter that almost killed me. She wasn't a born Florentinian, but a mercenary. An Irish mercenary if our information was correct. Emer Gallagher was hands down the best pilot that I had ever had the misfortune of meeting in open-air combat."Hello again, Prince Calixte!" Emer said cheerfully. I didn't know if the Irish were called Irish in the world, Britain was named Britannia, but she spoke with a thick Irish accent.Even now, being on the other end of that haunting voice, it was still attractive. I was still atttractied to it. If I didn't have two wives with a third on the way, I would have gone to the fantasy world of
Now he had to work even harder. Corai and Roslachny weren't friends, but Corai would happily allow the Roslachnians to reak havoc to Tyché.If Britannia didn't have a vested interest in an alliance, he was sure he wouldn't be here. Yet they did, and Princess Euphemia was important.It wasn't his job to ask why. It was his duty to follow orders.How the hell was he supposed to protect the princess? Her Imperial Guard should be enough. Those same guards made getting close to her damn near impossible. Julius was sure the Roslachnians would have the same problem, but they were bringing a specialist.That's what Julius was supposed to be. A specialist. He would need to be close to her to make sure she was safe. He already served in her imperial guard, but only on the fringe. He needed to get close to her inner circle and he had to do it quickly.The quickest way he could think of was to save someones life.
Calixte"You blinked first," I said back.She laughed that haunting laugh of hers. "I guess I did."This was the only time she had ever backed down. She let me go in Mirocco but she couldn't keep fighting when her side surrendered. She had her cover to keep, but even if she had, there was no one to back her up. She would have been fighting all the Aquitese forces alone and not even she could come out of that alive. Especially if she had to take me alive."I think I deserve a price."I deserved a hell of a lot more than a simple price. Anyone who had to fight with her and survive deserved a price.I watched her plane as we spoke."Oh? And what does my sweet prince want as a reward?" Emer Gallagher purred.I positioned my plane so I would fly into the cloud above me. My view vanished into a field of white. She wouldn't be able to follow up on her attack immediately and switching over to the A1 unit, I was able to hover in the cloud.I whished I could delete the cloud from my memory. The
On Webnovel, I have released Reborn Gamer! Naturally a few things have been changed from the beta chapters I've released here.I'm posting the firsr chapter here and this will be the only chapter. Tomorrow is business as usual for Arc Chronicles. I hope you'll consider reading Reborn Gamer too!*******Chapter I: The Goddess AthenaI know you're not going to believe me, but this is the truth. It sounds crazy and insane, but every word I tell you is nothing but the truth. It's going to sound fantastic, insane, unbelievable, and everything else you can say about it.But it's the truth and there's plenty of evidence if you know where to look. I know what you're going to say; "Evidence? Of reincarnation? That's impossible." Not at all. There is plenty of proof throughout history. Take Dorthy Eady, for instance. A British woman who claimed she lived in Ancient Egypt as a priestess in the Cult of Isis. She has given a convincing account of her life before.Then there's the account of the Ok
Julius"What would he do if he found out what we did," Julius asked"He'd kill both of us," my boss said without hesitation. "Then he'd go find my older sister and drag her back. It's a good thing he isn't home.""He's not?""No. He's in Victoria.""Huh. So is my mom."My boss shrugged. "He is a security guard. I didn't know your mother was in Britannia.""My mother didn't want to live in a colony," I said. Maybe her dad worked with logistics? I had seen her father before and that man was huge. No, he was in security, no doubt. Just guarding them.My boss wrung the leaves out of her head and died it back into a long ponytail. "I'm going to need to take a shower when I get home. If my dad comes back and smells me like this, he's going to freak out. I'm sorry he'll just your name out of me before he puts me out of my misery.""I guess it's a good thing I work for the princess.""Oh no. He'll wait until you're alone and far away from the imperial guard."We looked at each other... And th
Since Edric Risley was a boy, it had always been his dream to become a knight. He had been raised on the stories of great knights from across the history of Aquitaine. Men of Valor, such as Sir Mendal or Sir Rowell. Men of great renound. He had always wanted to be a knight, but his ambitions forced him to climb higher and higher.When the emperor selected him to be an Imperial Knight, Risley believed he made it. The Imperial Knights were the greatest knights in the empire, the personl tools of the empire. In glories past, they had determined the outcome of battles across history.What he found was not the glories of old. He was honro bound to do as the emperor commanded and while he fought when ordered, it wasn't just battles that he was commanded to do.He would spy and lie and even poison for the emperor. It was inglorious and he felt like he would die of shame if it all came out, but thankfully poisonings had only been ordered once. The emperor promised it was necessary and Risley
Calixte Arc(Preview part after Calixte is from my story Strix)My shields flared to life as her gunfire struck me. However, unlike before, when she entered the cloud, she didn't know where I was. So when my shields came to life, I changed the system from the A1 over to the main system and unleashed the enchanted bullets.For the first time, I got to look at the A1 while it was activated. The piece glowed a soft red on the outside, so dull that I wouldn't be able to see it if I wasn't right next to it.I observed it just for a second before I turned to look at Emer. I slowed the memory down and zoomed in on her warplane. For now, I focused on the shield she was going to create. How long would it be before cracks started to appear?If I could figure out how fast those cracks appeared in comparison to how much mana I unleashed, I might be able to shatter her shields quicker.Three enchanted bullets later and her shields had shattered. Emer seemed to know how vulnerable she was because s