로그인“Oh. This looks nice,” Sylvia said, unable to hold back from voicing her thoughts.She turned her head to the left then right, admiring the perfect bun pinned to the back of her head. It reminded her of a cream puff.“It suits you well, my lady,” Caroline said with a gentle smile. “The young master is waiting for you in the library.”Sylvia smoothed the skirt of her dress, then glanced at herself in the mirror one more time. During her stay, she’d been provided luxurious tastes, from her clothes to the food she ate. The servants, Caroline and Nina, treated her like one would treat the daughter of a noble family.While Sylvia accepted all of them without much thought, it would be improper to keep indulging in the House’s hospitality. Her bruises had nearly subsided, and she barely felt pain anymore.This was largely due to Loomis’ effective medication. It was worth every coin the young master paid him.Her physical constitution was good enough for her to start working.Nodding, she sai
Sylvia shivered. The chill of the autumn night seeped into her bones with each passing second.Alone in the bathroom, she dyed her hair, rubbing the thick viscous liquid along her scalp to ensure no trace of her original hair color showed.Her unusual eye color was already suspicious for people in the know, which included the Duke of House Winston.Hadn’t Livia already warned her of the estate’s tight security?As a previous Duchess, Sylvia was keenly aware of the ducal house’s elite group. Only a few have ever known of their existence—a group of elites among elites—the Shadows.As their name implied, they operated behind the scenes, carrying out confidential tasks while protecting the duke and his household.Though lauded for its exemplary order of knights, the House used the Shadows solely for missions that should never see light.Knights that uphold the House’s honor in the light and elites trained for assassinations and espionage in the shadows—this lethal dual force guarded the H
A sharp, stabbing pain emanated from deep in his heart as the seal around his power contracted against the organ, reminding him of its existence. His restraints and his sole weakness—the limiter to the full extent of his power—his punishment for turning against the church.Nadir could’ve risen to the position of cardinal. He had the potential.Among his peers, not only was he a Vessel, but he had the talent to execute Lumere’s will without a shred of doubt.Nadir had punished heretics according to the church’s laws and rewarded the faithful. He had slain countless beasts and cultists and even exorcised specters and demons.His faithful devotion had inspired droves of people, and he’d moved many unbelievers to convert.However, at some point, Nadir chose to abandon all of what could’ve been and put it all behind him.Now, he walked a somewhat different path.Nadir became a mercenary without a destination in mind as he wandered the Continent. A man without a path laid out in front of hi
The shadow loomed where Sylvia once stood. It would’ve fallen upon her had she remained still from the shock. The split second decision kept her safe. When Sylvia sensed the shadow with her eyes, she jumped back without a second thought. However, due to wearing sandals in uneven ground, she tripped and fell on her behind. Sylvia had survived the immediate threat. But the next seemed unlikely. Running, her most advantageous method of surviving, was no longer an option. Her hidden card, divine power, was currently unable and would send her to the afterlife through agonizing pain. She’d rather not experience it again. "Dead," the shadow said. It was a cold feminine voice, one that Sylvia recognized in an instant. She raised her head, and looking down on her was a figure clad in dark blue garments. Blades clung to her sides, held in place by fashioned leather loops. Her eyes held no emotion in them unlike when they first met. Besides the rare eye color and her intimidating appea
A scruffy head of hair matching the color of wilting foliage gave away his identity.That and the fact that there were no other boys within their age group in this estate save for the two young masters. One was of legal birth, destined to inherit the title and lead the duchy. Meanwhile, the other was an illegitimate child, whose fate was to die in the hands of his brother or venture out into the world as a bastard and find a way to survive.‘Thinking about it now, you were incredible, Lord Marcus.’The man who garnered fame, awe, and respect as well as fear, envy, and disdain due to his contributions in a war yet to come in this life. Lord Marcus from her previous life rose to an esteemed position within the empire that there were rumors of him eyeing the seat of duke.‘Even Duke Alec grew wary of you back then. I wonder if you died in that life as well.’‘It wouldn’t have been impossible if the duke was personally involved in the scheme. He’d have planned a certain surprise to end hi
The pot of tea ran empty. Sylvia drank them all in silence as she gazed at the elven tree, contemplating on what the young master had shared with her.The founder being an Elementalist was new information she hadn’t encountered in her previous life. Even the Duke then paid little attention to such an implication when none from his generation had ever seen a spirit. Neither had Sylvia.‘Whether it be the Duke or Lord Marcus, neither one must’ve been pleasing to the spirits if they indeed resided in the tree. If even one spirit lived there for generations of the family, wouldn’t it be bored at some point and consider making a pact with a human?’This stray thought finally broke her frozen visage. Her lip twitched slightly, visible only to someone possessing keen senses.Pondering on the matter wouldn’t bear anything useful. Nobody in the empire had seen a spirit, not even a shadow of it.And for good reason—based on her readings from her previous life, spirits were creatures who respond







