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“You mean, a potion that can increase its user's abilities many times like a monster?” said Theo, responding to Nora's words."You know quite a lot about that, don't you?" Nora smiled with satisfaction when she heard Theo's answer, leaning towards Theo while resting her head using both hands that rested on the table. “As I thought, Vampire Pedrosa is the best. Continue your speech. So what did you manage to find besides that?”Theo blinked in confusion at Nora's response, not knowing how to respond to the warlock woman's words. Veronica wasn't sure if those words were genuine praise from Nora or sarcastic sarcasm, because she still didn't understand the personality of the eccentric warlock named Nora.“Stop teasing him, Nora,” Karl tapped his cutlery on his plate, seeming to dislike the way Nora had just spoken. Karl's hand reached for the knife, then pointed the cutlery at Nora. "Stop your nonsense before this knife lands smoothly on your face.""Is that your way of thanking the pers
Alec Berthold wiped the sweat dripping down his forehead using the back of his hand that was wearing his cloth gloves, which looked shabby and covered in stains. Looking at the two weapons he had just finished making, his thin lips curled into a satisfied smile.His hand grabbed the large and heavy sword from the surface of his workbench, dripping the surface of the sword with a small ten-millilitre vial filled with Karl's blood that he got from the dragon man himself (given by the man's personal assistant whose name he forgot) as the final touch of his sword.As his great-grandfather had said when he first started his job as a magic weapon maker for the Berthold family, the Berthold family could not make weapons haphazardly or mass-produce weapons like the weapons used by humans in general. His great-grandfather always emphasised that every magic weapon must meet the characteristics of the owner of the weapon, so the Berthold family could only make weapons based on the request of the
Everyone gasped, stunned to hear Erna's confession just now. Veronica was still having a hard time understanding the information she just heard. It was difficult enough for him to understand the world of supernatural beings, and now that he finally found out that her best friend, who had a human background, also has connections with the world of supernatural beings creating a feeling of being left out within her.The small feeling inside her told her that she had no place in this room. The black mist in her mind moved like smoke, enveloping him, causing him to muster all his energy to focus on this discussion.It was not just about herself. It was about Karl, it was about Stephen, it was about all the underworld creatures who openly rejected the presence of William Schneider and also the war between supernatural beings--which would be started any time soon."I forgot to ask since the day you came here–and I'm sorry for asking you right now, my bad," Nora played with her fingers with a
Stephen stood on the balcony of Nora's residence, facing directly the view of Waterford city. Nora's magic dome created the illusion that this place was in the middle of town for security reasons and that Schneider did not want to be tracked down, so even he also did not know where he was at this time. If it was not for Nora who had come to pick him up and carried him away from the lakeside with Veronica and Karl that time using the magic dimension portal, he would not have known what would have happened to him or this place. His hand tapped his half-remaining cigarette butt into the portable ashtray given to him by Arabelle before he left the dining room after breakfast. His gaze fell on the ashes from the cigarette he was currently smoking. He did not know how many cigarettes he had smoked, but he had no intention of quitting smoking. His mind clearly needed a cigarette to distract him from the complicated problems he was facing. The first time he set foot in this place was when h
Febrina scowled, sitting on the grey couch she and Gavin bought last week at IKEA along with other furniture to change the interior decoration of her new apartment.Her hand placed it carefully while she resisted the urge to throw the smartphone to her right side. She was no longer interested in the British drama TV series The Crown, which was playing after twenty minutes, and she and Gavin were struggling to find what film or drama they wanted to watch tonight."The food will be here in a moment."Gavin appeared in front of her carrying several bottles of canned beer that he took out of the fridge, pressing them on Febrina's right cheek."Argh!" Febrina screamed hysterically and jumped out of her chair while holding her right cheek, which now felt numb due to the cold sensation from the beer can, and facing Gavin angrily. "What the hell, Gavin?! What's your problem with me?!""Are you on your period?" instead of answering her question, Gavin muttered to himself with a serious facial e
Febrina's eyes were fixed on Gavin's moving lips. No sound left the man's lips along with the silence that enveloped him. She tried several times to refocus her attention on Gavin, trying to shake off the silence that was creeping more and more out of her.She bit her lower lip, keeping the panic inside. Along with the silence, the surrounding scenery began to change into a blend of black and white, starting to lose their original colours, thus making it feel like she was watching an early twentieth-century silent film.And she did not like it.She clearly did not want Gavin to know what she was going through right now. The last time she was in this state was when her younger sister was in a coma due to an incident twelve years ago.She desperately hid her fear from her boyfriend, pretending to listen attentively to Gavin's words, even though in reality she could not catch a single word from Gavin. She surely could not read lip language, so obviously, concentrating on reading Gavin's l
Veronica yawned widely. Her eyes were swollen, and she was pretty sure that if she looked at herself in the mirror, she would find her face all messed up. She could even imagine seeing herself with dark circles under her eyes and a pale face.She stretched her body which felt stiff from sitting too long, then looked at the figure of her best friend, Erna, who was sleeping with her head resting on the table and scattered books. She then took a look around the room where she was currently seated, Nora's reading room.There were so many ancient books whose age is unknown, they still look as new as if they were bought yesterday. Perhaps it was because Nora had cast a spell over every book in this place that could prevent them from being damaged by age, she did not have the real reason behind it.From the physical conditions and also the different types of fonts of the books, it seemed to her that most of these books were published before Johannes Gutenberg succeeded in creating his invent
Erna woke up from her sleep when she heard the sound of a cello playing that echoed throughout the room. The cello sounded sad, but be that as it may, she could feel a strong feeling from the person playing the cello in the room at this moment.She opened her eyes which still felt heavy from the drowsiness that hit her due to not sleeping for almost two full days, provoked to find the source of the sound. She knew the bitter fact that she was not someone who understood much about classical music, but she found herself that she was interested in the music which was still playing in this room. Which was managed to tickle a small part inside her.Long ago, long ago, when she was little, she used to face the same life as children born to Asian parents. Since childhood, she was introduced not only by books, but her parents also signed her up to attend various classes such as music classes and dance classes.From piano, then moving on to violin, flute...From ballet, and tango, to traditiona