The Lady Of Heaven مترجم นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Neither were they the thousand count bedlinen that she had got used to recently. She took another look around the room. There were no pictures, nothing on the walls at all. She looked towards the window, and there were no blinds or curtains, just an arched window. There was at least a good view of some of the garden and the sea. She was like a princess in a tower, Rapunzel or Sleeping Beauty, Huh! where was her prince, or even where were her princes, they seemed to have abandoned her, and they were not even fighting the enemy they were probably downstairs watching tv and drinking. Typical!

Odelia shoots a death stare at the other ladies who were gossiping. Odelia's POV- That wench...! How dare she humiliate me...!! And walk away...!? "Good afternoon lady Rubia…!" Said a girl who looked like she was in her first tea party. "Good afternoon." Said Sarah "Oh...! I am Margaret Augusta Maud Fedore." "It's a pleasure to meet you, Lady Margaret... I am Rubia Mary Albert Charleston." "It's a pleasure to meet you as well Lady Rubia." "Is this your first time attending a tea party...?"

Rikes bowed slightly and said respectfully to the woman. The woman turned around, and her face was totally the image of a goddess who could charm everyone. She nodded and said in a very sexy voice, “You did well, Rikes. They’re the people Lord Hades wants. Where are they now? Take me there.” Rikes respectfully replied, “Lord Envoy, this way please.”

They were still in the Godly Realm, it was a place that was made by the Godly Region, the thing lying on top was surely not a human. Could it be that the lady was just like the Nine Heaven Shieldmaiden? Was she in charge of looking over the Cryolet Continent? "Ha ha…" Mahoney laughed and said excitedly, "D*mn, thankfully it was all worth it in the end." "Quickly, grab everything surrounding the altar, as much as you could." Mahoney's eyes were on the lady, his eyes glowed in anticipation. It was clear to him that the lady was just asleep and not dead. He planned on making the lady his belonging when she wakes up.

"Ew , I didn't ask for a love from you Lord . I asked about the lady and if she is someone suspicious ." Mat shrugged . "Well I don't think you have to be concerned about her and her identity . " Harren was sad now that his friend don't really like his story . Although bit of it was fictional . "Really then how much do you know about her ?" Mat was excited now . " Well , she is an orphan . She came here almost three years ago . She is really good singer and kind to everyone ." Harren was happy to deliver the news to Mat .

Heaven was lying in her bed lazily by looking into the roof by thinking something. In the light of the summer day the roof-tiles had absorbed so much warmth, so that we might felt as a hot bowl of soup beneath the palms. Suddenly Aidah ,the PA of almighty appeared in her front like a fire fly. "Oh! At last you came....I’m afraid I’ll fail or look stupid in their eyes. Also I’m too tired. I don’t have the energy to live like this...I just can’t...",said the soul in Heaven in a desperate lazy voice.

They were windows to impossible wonders. Jennet stared, a strange mix of confusion and fascination warring with her fear. "Who... are you?" she managed to ask. She had never sensed such profound existence in another being. The beautiful woman offered a sweet, knowing smile, and her voice—a gentle, lulling melody—answered. "I am Lady Reality, though many address me as Queen Reality." Jennet’s brow furrowed, her mind struggling to process the name. “Am I in the reality realm right now?”

In the depths of Yennifer's dreams, under the moonlit sky, she found herself face-to-face with the ethereal Moon Goddess. Yennifer's tears flowed freely as she poured out her anguished heart before her divine presence. "Great Moon Goddess," Yennifer's voice trembled as she spoke, her words carrying the weight of her pain. "I yearn to forget the torment that Henry brought into my life. The wounds he inflicted upon my soul ache deeply, and I wish for release from this suffering."

“And these are sacred things I cannot share. But I do not know what your power will be, if that is your next question.” It was, of course. “The visions are vague, and I must interpret them,” she adds. I nod. “Thank you for telling me this,” I say. “And for letting me read the tome. I have a lot more to study from it on the way back.” “It is yours to peruse at your leisure,” she says. “The translated version that you have now is always available to all.” “Translated?” “Yes, the original is in the Moon Goddess’s ancient language, Goslevaere.”

The delegation from the godking's encampment advanced at a deliberate pace across the battle-scarred plains, their progress marked by the fluttering of the white parley flag. At its center rode the imposing figure in black armor – now clearly visible as a woman with pale, almost translucent skin and silver hair that flowed like liquid metal despite the still air. "I don’t recognise the envoy," the Lady of Blades said grimly, lowering the spyglass.