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"You did say earlier that you had your own baggage," I teasingly taunted the older woman. "Might as well share with it with the group, seeing as you already know a lot of mine." It was kind of scummy to use such an argument to force Lace to bare her soul like this, now that I thought about it. I was essentially guilt-tripping her to confess anything and everything she feared and worried about, and it wasn't even in the confidence of just me and her. We have Livia present now, and it was surely liable to mess up the chemistry somehow, seeing as Livia did hate Lace. I didn't know if she still hates her now, but it was sure to pop up in discussion sooner or later. "You're playing dirty, Leader," Lace nervously chuckled. "We weren't even finished with your own." "Times change," I shrugged in amusement. "Besides, isn't this bet
"Fine..." The night seemed to stretch on even further as I heard Lace say her piece. In front of me, the illuminated stretch of white and brown kept me from fully turning my head to see my co-driver speak. The moon hung high up in the sky; shining a dim light on what's beyond Love's ever-bright range. The trees were getting sparser, at least; the environment somehow becoming less mountainous and plainer the further down we got. With a breath, I listened intently as Lace spoke. She held a somber tone, one that was getting more and more used as time went on. "As you all might know, Lace and I are twins. Royal Princesses, in fact. H-huh... I guess I haven't really thought myself to be a princess for almost a decade though." She took a breath, seemingly trying to calm herself. "I didn't really expect our lives to end up like this back when we were kids. We just t
War. War never changes. In the event of a catastrophic battle that had the potential to wipe out everything he had sworn to protect, Emperor Babbage had a duty to his nation. As both its leader and its strongest warrior, Charlie had an obligation. Whether to secure peace through diplomacy or overwhelming firepower, there was no way the Emperor could bow down to what could be considered to be an inferior nation. Not only would it be a detriment to Numenor's standing as a continental power, but it would also show that his rule was weak and feeble if it would surrender to such a puny country.However, the same could not be said when in regard to his people.The Emperor knew that the populace held no love for the protracted war. Despite his best efforts to rally his people, the general pulse on the populace indicated a sense of dissatisfaction on the level that could possibly caus
In a world that's barely on the cusp of a renaissance, the concept of machines and industrialization was probably the furthest thing from every common man's mind. Hell, even the most learned scholars of the time probably didn't even know about the power of combustion, let alone the concept of letting machines do the work of a hundred artisans. Then again, with a magical system that puts an emphasis on blacksmiths and artisans through the use of runing, I wouldn't even be surprised if industrialization wouldn't take root in the first place. A renaissance? Sure. But with a populace that wasn't really pressured by the casualties of a devastating plague, I'm sure that any and all artisinal guilds would horde any and all efficiency innovations they had.Either way, technological progress in this world was utterly fucked for the next few centuries or so. Wait... Why am I even pondering on this in the first plac
"Why are we stopping?"Oh lord...Since Livia was the one in charge of the engine, she had quickly picked up that something was wrong the moment she heard me tell her to cut the power. Not that I blame her. She probably saw Grigori come in and come back out laughing like a lunatic. Of course, since I taught her about respect, she won't really ask unless she thinks I won't be forthcoming. So props for her to withhold her question until after we were at a complete stop."We're gonna do some preventive maintenance," I neutrally responded. "Check the treads, the engine, all that stuff for any sort of minor stresses that might become a problem after prolonged use.""I see," my sister hummed in approval. "I did feel something funny in the engine a few hours ago... Maybe I'll check if it's something we have to worry about."
I took a deep breath as I let the adrenaline run through me. As usual, Grigori was probably going to play defensive. Watching, waiting; looking for me to make the first move seeing as I was always the offensive type of fighter. Drawing the Firebrand, I held it in a two-handed grip, pointing it straight at my opponent as the wind swept through me."Well, Little Eul? I'm waiting!"Right... I have to focus... I've fought this guy numerous times already. Sure, I haven't beaten him even once, but I should at least be able to make some progress in beating this guy. Now what have I learned from sparring with this man? He usually relied on his right arm to keep me away while his left hand was usually preoccupied with holding his hammer. He preferred to attack from his right side; constantly making that angle practically suicide to tackle. I've also learned the hard way that approachin
I didn't even have the time to process what was happening before something blue and shiny burst out from the tree line. Turning off my flames, I was just about to ask my sparring partner about it when a massive boom erupted from beyond the tree line. Birds flew off into the sky, other animals erupted into the clearing; the woman flanked by wildlife on all sides as she herself bolted right onto us.That was, of course, when I finally recognized the mystery intruder."Arya?!" I found myself shouting at the former Prime as she floated on her usual chair made of water. "What the hell-""NO TIME! RUN NOW!"Huh?-Another explosion rocked the forest behind her. This time, a cacophony of leaves and branches accompanied the shockwave as the debris almost made me raise my sword in defense. The wind sw
My lungs heaved with desperate energy as Arya and I navigated our way out of the forest. I knew it wouldn't be long before we finally reached our destination, but the fact that the sounds of battle still felt like they were only a few meters behind us was really keeping me on the edge of my nerves. It honestly felt like there was still someone trying to chase us, and it was scary as all hell."Arya, is there someone following us?" I called out to my companion as I found myself taking a glance behind us every once in a while."Not that I know of, Dear," Arya replied, her feet now touching the ground as she actually ran this time. "We've established some distance. I'm sure the Lord Stone can keep the three of them occupied."Another shiver ran down my spine as I felt the phantom presence behind us again. This wasn't normal, but if Arya says so, then