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Arc 8-28 (Umphrieltalia)

What does it mean to be a flower of an elven clan?

That question defined Talia’s existence. It had no easy answer. When she imagined giving herself to Lou, she thought it would be in a more traditional role. A mistress perhaps, or a concub...

Arc 8-27

Despite having spent the night with murderers and thieves, I enjoy the rest of dinner, or really, the drink-fueled story time. My guests have lived interesting lives. A more virtuous person might say scandalous lives, but I’m in no position to p...

Arc 8-26

“Interesting. I’ve never seen a parasite that can affect the host’s movements without inflicting damage to the brain. Whatever it’s methods, they are incredibly delicate and precise.”

“Mm. It has been pitted against itself, used ...

Arc 8-25

My hand snaps out, grabbing her by the throat, the slight pressure of my grip meant as a warning. I’d hate to kill her before knowing their story, but I’m afraid I might have to as the feel of my fingers clamping over her neck doesn’t stop t...

Arc 8-24

“Thank you for hosting us on such short notice, Lou.”

“Always happy to see a friend and friends of a friend.” Saints, she’s really walking around with pirates. It isn’t even the leather that gives them away. It’s the look. The ...

Arc 8-23

For most of my life, meals were lonely affairs. How could they not be? It was just me and Father in that crumbling estate, seated at opposite ends of a dining table built to accommodate an expansive family and their guests. When he bothered to sho...

Arc 8-22

“Such power must be fragile, no?” Kierra asks lazily. She’s switched from actively pawing at the succubus to merely hugging her as if she’s an upright pillow. “The hunters defaulted to what they know in a time of crisis, but it is only a...

Arc 8-21

“Shall we start with a recap?” Geneva says, neither Kierra’s attention or her food preparation giving her the slightest pause. My thoughts briefly drift to the thought of the amazing dinner waiting for us, but I quickly shove it aside. This ...

Arc 8-20

It takes a while to run off the anger. By the time I make it back to the estate, my shirt is clinging to me and a few strands of hair are sticking to my face. I took a liking to looking down on the city. Something that would have been much easier ...

Arc 8-19

“Good morning, my summoner.”

For the past few days, I’ve been avoiding my elven in-laws, fed up with their prodding and poking of my mind. Though truthfully, it’s less that I’m avoiding them and more that they’re allowing me a re...

Arc 8-18 (Marcella)

Marcella didn’t have many hobbies as a girl. She couldn’t afford them. Her father’s many mistresses were nothing to him, means to an end or pretty decorations to hang off his arms. But they accepted the marquis' selfishness because they were...

Arc 8-17 (Marcella)

Marcella was in one of the offices of the Golden Feathers when she received word of her sister’s return. She spent most of her time in the hotel, which was true for many important persons in the city whose wealth hadn’t been swept away in the ...

Arc 8-16 (Marcella)

Despite its long reach, powerful reputation, and immense assets, the Guiness was a young family. Their bloodline stretched rather far but it had only been recognized as a noble house in the past two generations. Her father had taken their family f...

Arc 8-15

The more experienced casters around me speak of a magical sense that comes with experience and an inflated core. Rolly swears that if a being lives long enough with their element, they can gain the ability to manipulate it instinctively, at least ...

Arc 8-14

Once I return, I head straight for the study, my mood sour but wanting to get my meeting with Morgene over with. Surprisingly, the room is empty. I barely have a moment to wonder where my wayward tutor is before a weight hits my shoulder, small ha...

Arc 8-13

“Have you thought about our previous conversation?”

Orum’s question pulls me out of my silent contemplation. As usual, he found me in the early hours of the morning and led me on a tour of the city. This time, we settle in the shadow o...

Arc 8-12

We didn’t make it to dinner.

Predictably, Kierra ended the game. Not that anyone blamed her. It’s fairly obvious to anyone that sees her in that setting that the poor elf has no control over herself when it comes to these things. It was ...

Arc 8-11 (Kierra)

Arrogance, the confidence of no substance. As fleeting and vicious as a storm, as useless as a string of pearls on a swine.

Kierra had been called arrogant many times in her life, her family many more times. They were Atainna, the royal bloo...

Arc 8-10 (Alana)

Before meeting Lou, Alana could never imagine herself as an informal actress with her lovers, weaving stories around indecent acts. She didn’t imagine anything related to the bedroom aside from being grateful to collapse into a decent bed after ...

Arc 8-09

Alana’s normally stern gaze is softened with an endearing mix of eagerness and anxiety, contrasting her pretend frown as she joins the game. I can’t hide my smile as my familiarity with her practically points out the signs of her nerves: the t...

Arc 8-08

Despite her eagerness, Alana does not get out of the chair quickly. She’s in charge tonight, but she also recognizes what I’m trying to do for Talia. She doesn’t rush our flower who insists on perfection, uncaring about the tension in the ro...

Arc 8-07

“You’re messing with me.”

“I am~”

Alana sighs as I giggle at her expense. My poor knight is feeling a bit frustrated, I imagine. After soaking until the bath cooled, she was eager to get her hands on me, getting very daring w...

Arc 8-06

“Something wrong?”

Ugh. I hate that’s the first thing that comes to mind when she sees me. Have I really been that bad?

“Nothing. I just wanted to see you. We’ve missed each other lately. Or should I say I’ve missed you?”...

Arc 8-05 (Alana)

Block. Chop. Thrust.

Alana’s movements were sharp and direct. There was nothing elegant about northern swordsmanship. Their soldiers didn’t train to fight against men. Monsters didn’t care about feints and fancy footwork. They didn’t...

Arc 8-04

I wouldn’t have minded passing out for the rest of the day the way I felt. Sleeping until my problems passed me by would have been even better.

Instead, judging by the dying light painting the bedroom in shades of gold, I’d say it’s af...

Arc 8-03

It’s funny that my thoughts should have drifted to my tutors, as Morgene has taken to the role with gusto. It’s not just me she pokes and prods every day, she’s taken an interest in all of us. In her own words, it’s our fault for being so ...

Arc 8-02

“Your father is a strange man.”

While I’m learning to enjoy a moments of peace, I find myself craving company the moment I return from our daily walks. Following the closest heartbeat, I find Kierra in the dining room, dressed in casua...

Arc 8-01

My childhood is defined by the things we didn’t have. Or rather, I define it so. For some reason, the negative memories, recalling that which I never had or was taken from me, is so much easier than thinking of happier times. Summoning was an es...

Miniarc-Villains-33

“Do you miss it?”

A week and a day after the attack, Samuel found himself once more seated across from Cecilia in the Gold Dorm’s dining room. He’d kept the promise he made to himself and didn’t return to the camp the weekend past ...

Miniarc-Villains-32

Samuel had a dilemma.

His chosen representative to take the weight of his unwanted fame was rapidly becoming unsuitable. After watching Robert maim a second rebel, Kern gathered his courage and tried to stop the young hero. Samuel suspected ...