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The girl who first asked the question then took a step forward and nonchalantly flips her hair that resembles a thread of swaying hair touched by the embers of the torch burning outside her chamber. That elegant and shimmering hair but also with subtleness combined, it was more like a flame waving all through the night.
"You should also ask Twig what happened to your father later," she went on to say, placing her hand on her little waist, where the magic wand is kept, before facing the people who gathered at her back, adding, "So, any dilemmas to the new strategy?"
†††After the rejection of the proposal, Miranda stood there for a while without any indignation or negative emotions coming back at her, thinking about the tactic that greatly influenced her thinking process and momentarily forgot about the one important thing that she should inquire earnestly, which is to be able to talk to that guy. To tell the truth, it was just a side benefit that she learned that some insane people were trying to challenge themselves by risking their own lives. She knows that somewhere, somehow, that manner of strategy may have already been used. It's foolish that she assumes they're the first to use it.
†††"Ain't that kind of difficult for us, huh? You and me. We royals roam through this unknown forest only to encounter only these bloodthirsty beasts. Didn't the queen say this is a human training ground this season? Does she know where to find the lost golden goblet that our ancestors once had? You're never particularly worried and annoyed by that as well, Ron?”These two uncommon parties were on the same quest to seek a magic artifact imbued with restorative magic which is very well known among the human race as the Holy
†††“Thank you, Your Royal highness. As the crisis unfolded on, however, these beings became crude and enraged because they were unable to grow even a single seed. Which is why the great beings created the first tribes of the ancients, based on the great being that rules life and sustenance. They were now known as elves, and at the time they could only obtain daily life from the living trees in the area. Since they were made purely for the purpose of nurturing them with this blessing. No longer after the giants saw them performing feats that they never could, they became upset. Soon afterward, as the giants figured out that destroying forests means killing them, they would scare them off, they would force the first ones to become helpless and weak
†††I went to Professor Strauss earlier this morning to receive his permission, for the reason that I'll find someone at the back of the wizard's tower and could also train somewhere for around two or three days. Interestingly, he happened to know albeit rather strangely, much to my surprise, all this when I started speaking. It is not because there is enough suspicion; but, because I'm going to see that someone behind this building it is already particularly suspicious and I feel like he probably knows something else more. I dared to question it, but he just deliberately gave it unhesitatingly. Although suggesting he knew about the assailant is very disturbing to say the least, perhaps because he is the Lord of Wilderfort's trusted friend."You mustn't be bothered in the slightest, warlock. There are things that people that you somehow still have to take into con
†††“Save it, young warlock. I figured I gave it away after I answered your pertinent questions earlier about how I knew your meeting," he said while retaining his radiant smile. Somehow, it left me anxious and restless, but for some reason, the moment the young wizard aboard the carriage it all went away, then he spoke again. “Ah! I suppose you are now acquainted with Eschel. Please do take care of him.”‘I don’t think that we really are acquainted but that name, huh. No, it can’t be.’ That name… It was by far the most familiar name I heard after I got out from the Fae Domain. Of course it is familiar as it is the made up name that my sister used to tell me whenever we played at the riverside and that is the name she will call her first born. I know how lame that sounds like but as a child we ju
†††"This has been lost a long time ago."I was thinking that if this were to strengthen my ties with them, then I'm not completely convinced and pleased that they're using my family to do something like this. His name, however, was not just a coincidence. Sure, there may be someone who could perhaps come up with names close to what we can use, but it's also a shame to continue to deny."Yes, perhaps that's true, but the day you disappeared. A majority of residents were gathered to participate in the rescue mission to take the time to look for two silly young boys who had been missing in the wilderness, but the only thing they had retrieved was the blade. Shortly afterward, seeing as the former Lord of Wilderfort had wasted a lot of time and resources, he eventually concluded that you both are al
††† The room was filled up with hardship. Yes, for the lack of words, it is how I can describe it. Hardship is the one thing a person can only describe in front of such a crisis. Doubtful looks and cautious answers. Those were the behaviour on display. To be detailed yet not intruding; in other words, to be cautious in everything you say. Even for a while, Eschel, the young wizard, went through to inquire, peeping at the right moment to proceed. “Wasn't it something like that from the beginning?” “It was indeed like that.” “I have read that from the archives before and I can’t imagine how it was too much for a Kingdom to lose their face rather than lose the subjects. How can that be possible? In a face of danger, one shoul
††† The Professor shared several stories, one after the other, and they all finished the same way. It was quite meaningless without the young man on the tier of Archmage who piqued his curiosity. This is only because the young man doesn't even want to ask questions about the story, and it is very awkward for him to go along with it. However one thing is certain: every now and then, he casts a look at Eschel, the young wizard the Professor claims to be his nephew as he tells his lived experiences. Nevertheless, Lemure who took precautions seems to be no longer on guard. “That’s after the fall of the Kingdom of Arcania, right?” The young wizard spoke enthusiastically to corroborate the story he had been giving attention to from the Professor ever since. He absolutely adored the deliberate manner in which this story was told. For a man to overcome his flaws and live through the ashes beneath his feet.