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My Infatuation With Death Chapter 71 : I am me!
Perspective : Conrad GarnierIn this precarious situation, my freedom and even my life itself were at stake. I couldn't find any loophole, as everything she had told me seemed authentic. However, I couldn't help but wonder, why me? How did I end up in a seemingly impossible predicament, and yet there I was trying to scheme my way out of an inevitable future that had been all but guaranteed.As she confidently spoke of my future, a tiny flicker of uncertainty crossed my mind. Was it just my imagination, or did I detect a tiny trace of doubt in her confidence?Yet, Her expression remained unchanged; it seemed unlikely that she was deliberately acting this way. It's as if she's confined to a certain demeanor, as if it's all she knows.Yet, through her eyes, I catch glimpses of her true emotions, albeit subtly. It's not overt, but rather nuanced, allowing me to assess her mood. However, it's also just obscure enough to sow seeds of doubt about its authenticity.I began investing from the
My Infatuation With Death Chapter 72 : Glad to be alive
Perspective : Conrad GarnierAs I listened to his voice, there was a fleeting sense of familiarity, as if Elkdrack was being his usual self. But then, in an instant, my mind replayed the horrifying scene that had unfolded before my eyes. I witnessed his head being brutally severed from his body, leaving a gruesome trail of blood suspended in the air. I couldn't have been mistaken or hallucinating, yet I couldn't fully trust what I saw either. Despite that, Elkdrack appeared strangely normal, without any noticeable signs of suspicion.The things we witnessed and fought in this place, I couldn't let pass it, if something or someone was impersonating him.And he was doing such a hella heck job of it, that no one else suspected.I had to find out, for my sake.No, for Regina's sake. She must be protected.If no one was asking, I had to be the one.I mustered the courage to confront Elkdrack, seeking answers that had haunted me since I witnessed the events in the midst of battle. Leaning i
My Infatuation With Death Chapter 73 : A yesterday before tomorrow
Perspective : Conrad GarnierAfter we prayed, the air hung heavy with a silence that spoke volumes. I simply stood there, surrounded by the somber faces of everyone around me, my lips sealed shut and my voice lost in the void. Regina, her eyes brimming with sorrow, broke the oppressive stillness. Her voice trembled as she struggled to find words that could encapsulate her disbelief. "Can't believe he is now dead," she murmured, her voice a mere whisper carried by a gust of grief. Her emotions were palpable as she continued, her voice tinged with a bittersweet nostalgia. "I feel like it was just mere moments ago that we ate together," Regina revealed, her words laced with sorrow and a yearning for the familiar. The weight of time's passing pressed upon our hearts. As the reality of his absence settled upon us, Regina's tear-streaked face became a tableau of grief. "And now he is buried here," she managed to utter through sobs, her words intertwined with the pain of loss. Each syl
My Infatuation With Death Chapter 74 : Remnants long forgotten
Perspective : Conrad GarnierElkdrack's face transformed with a mix of surprise and temporary memory lapse, as he sheepishly admitted, "Ohh, I forgot there for a second. That's the reason I brought you here..." His gaze drifted towards a chest in the corner, a chest that seemed to radiate a certain majestic aura, adorned in what appeared to be metal though time had left its marks—the rusted edges and the curious growth of moss. Elkdrack gestured towards the chest and said, his words brimming with anticipation, "That chest over there contains your share of the treasure." With a blend of excitement and remorse, he proceeded to explain the origins of the treasure, his voice tinged with a mix of nostalgia and regret, "When we first entered this place, the altar was buried amidst a mound of gleaming gold coins, alongside an array of mysterious artifacts." He paused for a moment, letting the weight of his revelations sink in, before continuing, "Everyone took their share, and yours..
My Infatuation With Death Chapter 75 : Echoes of Distortion
Perspective : Conrad GarnierMy mind a drift, My eyes encapsulated in that Muriel, at that depiction, the way they were presented, the way those pictures were drawn, who knows when? and who knows by whom?, it felt so ethereal, so life like, that I became completely lost in it.It was like, I am living that moment, as if those figures drawn would pop out of that wall, it was exhilarating.Surrounded by un readable text, in the middle of that moss covered Muriel, were the depiction of people or beings that lived long long ago, in this very village which is now lone and deserted, it was all so fascinating.Now, I found myself eager to delve deeper into that knowledge, so I consciously blocked out the conversations of others around me. My mind ventured freely, delving into the enigmatic secrets it sought to unravel. In that moment, I entered a trance-like state, completely oblivious to any external distractions, captivated only by the intriguing drawings and carvings before me. With unwave
My Infatuation With Death Chapter 76 : Return journey.
Conrad, his body weary and mind heavy from the battle, found himself compelled to spend the night at the monastery. Exhausted, he and the others set up camp, ensuring everyone had a chance to rest by taking turns on guard duty. As dawn broke, he was already awake, Conrad's right hand found solace in the familiar weight of his sword's hilt. His weary breath mingled with a silent sigh as his thoughts whispered, "Now let's return back home." The weariness of battle still clung to his bones, and a longing for the comforts of home echoed in his words. "I just want to go home and sleep in a real bed," Conrad uttered, his voice carrying the weariness accumulated over the past few days. The passing of time felt distorted, as he continued, "Can't believe it's only been a few days. It feels like years already ." The weight of recent events settled upon him, and Conrad contemplated his future. "Probably won't take any new jobs for a while now," he mused silently, contemplating the need
My Infatuation With Death Chapter 77 : Return Journey - II
Ustrax is the name of a legendary dragon who lived in these parts, not the name of the place. At that moment in time, the vessel state of Fasnijan' still existed, before the current Monarchy. However, the area now called the city of Ustrax, along with the snow-covered territory surrounding it, wasn't a part of it. It was an uncharted territory, with no man treading on it for centuries or decades. The frozen tundra was covered with towering trees that blocked sunlight from reaching the undergrowth. It was an area teeming with monsters, and leading them all was the legendary dragon Ustrax.However, after several centuries, during the reign of Edmund the 2nd, King of the 'Sovereign of Fasnijan,' his son-in-law, also known as the 3rd King of the 'Sovereign of Fasnijan' and famously referred to as the 'Adventurer King,' emerged. He possessed legendary adventurer skills and embarked on a perilous journey towards the salted mountain. The snowy mountains surrounding 'the city of Ustrax,' back
My Infatuation With Death Chapter 78 : I don't care
It's been 10 days since they set out from those old dilapidated ruined village. They travelled through the weeping forest, It was a hard, arduous journey but they managed. With utmost caution and meticulous planning, Conrad and his companions successfully left behind those haunting nightmares. The dawn of a new day emerged, ushering in a fresh chapter full of exciting opportunities in their lives. But this victory couldn't have been possible by the sacrifices of those unfortunate enough to be a part of those nightmares.Now,They had left behind "The weeping forest" the previous day. Now, they were following a road taken by Merchants, and tourists who visit from the capital this time of the year.A road that went through an ordinary forest, and yet they had 4 days until they would reach the city of Ustrax.The Horses were carrying the carts and carriages at full speed, their hooves pounding against the ground, a rhythmic symphony of urgency and determination. On the second Carriage, E
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