Karl hummed happily and fell in love with the new magic sword Alec had created for him. The sword that belonged to his grandfather, which he gave to Nora in exchange for Veronica's safety (he did not regret his decision at the time), he could indeed use without the slightest problem. But in all aspects, the sword was out of character for him.First, in terms of design. He was actually not a fan of swords that had lots of carvings on them. His taste was very different from his grandfather's sword, which has that element. In terms of the magical energy that can be absorbed by the magic sword inherited from his grandfather, there was not much the sword could absorb from his energy, because the sword inherited from his grandfather tended to use the emotions of its user.When his grandfather was still alive, his grandfather was the type of person who was easily provoked by anger. That disposition of his was also justified by his life principle of glorifying the dragon race. From the pas
Can they say that the mission was a success or not? That question kept popping up in Bianca's mind again and again as they ran to avoid the pursuit of the royal guards. In front of her, Montessa ran along with Felicia Chen, whom they managed to release from prison. All she knew, for now, was that she couldn't let go of Erna's wrist, which was running behind her. “How much longer we should wait!?” she shouted at Montessa, who was in front of her. "What?! I didn't hear your question, Pedrosa!” Montessa called back to Bianca, then turned his gaze back to the front as he saw more and more royal troops chasing the two of them. “I'm trying to recover my magic energy! Buy some more time!” “Easy for you to say, old man!” Bianca pulled Erna into her arms when she saw one of the royal troops trying to cut Erna with his sword. She parried the sword using his leg kick and threw the sword so that it stuck into one of the trees around the forest path. “Montessa! Lend me some weapons! There are
“Montessa! Is the time spell ready?”Bianca called out to Montessa as she ran up to Montessa. He played with the glocks still in his hand, then returned them to Montessa. “Thank you for wanting to lend me your weapon.”"Yes. Already!" On Montessa's right, a dimensional portal appears that is the same as Nora's, but has a lighter colour. Montessa's eyes turned to the soldiers who were now running like crazy after stuffing the glocks into their pockets. "What's wrong with them? What did you do to them?”"It's not the important thing you should be thinking about," Bianca patted Montessa on the shoulder. "Can we go in now? I hope your spell won't throw us into the wrong timeline.”“Hey, what you said hurts you know!” Montessa defended herself. “I always succeed in casting my spells when it comes to time magic. “And yes, it is safe. We're going back to the 21st century.”"Good," he turned his head back, looking at Erna's figure standing behind him.Erna's hand gripped his hand tightly, vis
"Your package, Miss Darren." Veronica Darren raised an eyebrow, amazed. She remembered very well that she did not order anything this month. Her older sister did not send anything either, because if she did, her older sister would have told her first. "Package? For me?" The courier man confirmed the position of his hat. It was difficult for her to recognize the courier because the man was wearing a mask and hat that covered his face. Only his voice indicated that the courier who was currently waiting for her signature was a man. Her feelings were starting to feel bad. The way the man was looking at her also seemed strange. Should she accept the package or not? "Yes. Please sign here,” the man handed her a pen along with the receipt form. Reluctantly, she signed the form while glancing at the man’s name tag in front of her. Gustav. She already memorizes that man’s name.&
Veronica's eyes blinked, could not believe what she had just seen at this moment, continued to stare at the 185 centimetre-tall man who was staring at her while wearing a warm smile that could dazzle anyone's eyes. It was like she was now desperately trying to calm her noisy heart just because she saw the strange man's smile. That smile was strangely, far more dazzling than the smile Bianca always showed to all the women Bianca met. “Yes?” she said after managed to control herself, controlling her heartbeat, which was no longer as fast as before. “How do you know my name?” The man reluctantly pulled out the chair before asking permission from all of them, sitting on the chair with his eyes still on Veronica, placing the menu book back on the table. Erna also looked shocked at the presence of that man's figure, because her friend did not say anything at all with her mouth half-open before Erna's eyes were blocked by Bianca's hand which ha
Veronica could no longer hide her shock as she entered what Stephen called the home of his friend, Karl Smith. It took the. fifteen minutes to reach around the front yard of the Karl Smith residence. Since they entered this place, she saw several men in black uniforms who did not hide their dislike at the sight of Stephen. The man himself seemed to ignore their rude response, instead of whistling softly, as if not realizing it. Ah, no. To be precisely, that man was clearly aware of it. Without hesitation, Stephen crashed the car he was driving into the three men who were standing in front of the car. Stephen casually opened the window, poking his head from the window, laughing softly. "Oops. Are you okay? Sorry. I really didn't mean to do it." She did not find any regretful in his tone, so she questioned the man's sincerity when apologizing. Without waiting for the answers from the three men who were grimacin
Veronica was stunned. Let Stephen, who had just returned after his business was finished, escort her home. She was mentally shaken after he declared his interest in her which she thought was too sudden so she did not listen to Karl afterwards. Her brain went blank. Like a F4-size paper book which was still white, losing all the scribbles that had decorated the book. She could not process what she just heard from the black-haired man with an Asian face. In fact, she forgot to thank Stephen for bringing her home. "Nikki? Hello?" A heavy pat on her shoulder brought her back to her senses. She turned around, looked at Stephen who was standing behind her, laughing softly at her. "Finally you're awake. Your forehead will soon hit the door of your own apartment."
Only this time was he, Stephen Laurent, felt so nervous.Carrying a bouquet of red roses that were usually loved by all his girlfriends, Stephen continued to wait anxiously while pressing the bell button for Nikki's apartment. Yesterday, Nikki was angry with him, and he did not understand the reason why she was angry. He did not feel like he was saying anything that offended her. Instead, he carefully chooses every word he said so it would not hurt Nikki's feelings, given her special condition. Even though he still did not understand the reason behind Nikki's anger, he better initiate to apologize. Usually, this fresh, organic rose bouquet would always do the trick. He hoped so. Still no answer from Nikki. Again, he pressed the bell for his apartment. "Just a second!" Nikki's voice was heard from inside, looking in a hurry. He had heard a loud crash from inside. Was tha