It's heading outside Dachologie Vil. I jumped off the wooden fences and slid down the rocky hill. However, the island ends here. The raven is coming towards another isolated island ahead with wealthy woods. Acro is after that bird alone. I was reluctant, but the welfare of my pet and treasure is at stake. Eventually, I left the coat and swam all the way to that island. The breeze is chilling me! But I have to chase them when I set foot on the shore. I'm panting, shivering, with the darkness as a burden. I'm walking with my bare feet on these thorny dried leaves. Although I cannot watch my steps. The trees are blocking my view of the sky. A complicated place to chase that raven, that bird is brilliant. "Acro! Acrooo!" I called but there's no sign of her. I walk longer to search for her and it looks like this forest is confounding me to its very core. I kept on calling Acro until the smell of furs met my nose. It's getting stronger to the point that it can suffocate me. I ceased m
When I was nine years old... I can't remember everything ever since I woke up beside a tree, save my name only and my pet owl, Acro. I sought help to feed my hungry stomach in every house I saw in the woods. But I did knock on the door of greedy men. They fed me and later sold me as a slave. They tied my hands with a rope attached to a donkey and dragged me along it. For several hours, I suffered fatigue from that seemingly endless march across the hot places. Beseeching for rest was futile. It only got colder when we arrived in a city where I became a product for merchandise. Yet I wasn't the sole slave. There were many people who looked like my skin was being sold as a slave. Fat and a lady of ornament bought me. Strangers made me afraid until in the latter, I became competitive. If I was born a slave, then I will be the greatest slave of all! There were other slaves in one master where I belong. The tasks were often too much for me. I struggle to be enthusiastic and dedicated t
I drop myself on the bed. There are two provided beds in this room, in between those is a glass window, the room is painted white, and the width is perfect for settlers with playful kids. On the other hand, my arms are stretched on the bed while staring at the ceiling. That smell bothers me as if it's telling me that the enemy is swarming around with an unbreakable gaze. In the middle of my worries, Dandeline stood beside my bed with her hands at the back. "I got something for you," she uttered with a smirk. I was about to feel excited until I spoiled the supposed presentation because the smell of metal was coming from there. And when she shows it, I stare at it ignorantly. "Scissor?" "Yes," she rubs the blade with the tip of her finger, "I always trim the furs of my dogs and I'm a professional when it comes to that. Maybe I can do the same with your hair?" "I'm so sorry, woman. Mine is hair, not fur." "Let me cut it for you. I swear I won't charge for the service." She lean
It's not just about being comfortable with each other, it's about killing any symptoms of malice! There's a small portal beside her where she's putting her clothes. She told me to do the same. And it feels like I'm the only one reacting to this situation. Perhaps she didn't tell me earlier because of this possibility. I strip my coat, shirt, pants, and even my boots to put them in the enchanted portal. The clothes disappear whenever we put them there. I only have my boxer as the cover. "I hope this will suffice." "Hm, so that's your real color?" Her arms are folded when I look at her. Inevitably, I stole a glance at her body before it crawled up to her face. I'm relieved she didn't catch me because she's staring at the spots on my skin. Just a glimpse of her fair skin, bulges of her breasts, and loins electrifies me! I looked away and that's how I met Acro's menacing glare. I clear my throat. "Come here," Dandeline instructs. I stood in front of her then she snapped fingers at
"What the hell!" She pushed me away on my forehead, and the bed caught me. "You're too heavy!" she complains. And then the laughter is with me. "We're going to an exclusive hot spa here and they will provide us with new clothes before the free breakfast," she said. "Where—" "We're in the palace of Plandreas," she responds in advance like she knew my question beforehand. "It's the deal. I've defeated the two snivels and these are their payment, free room, free foods, free clothes, and spa," she brags. But she's holding her hands for some reason. "Thanks to your power, by the way. We made it out from the cursed building and reproved them." "It's your power, not mine." "For the initial escape, yes. But it was purely your power when we escaped that inn. You're stronger than anyone can imagine. That forbidden spell helps a lot. Can you still remember your past?" I tilt my head. "I can't. But I can still remember what happened." "There are left side effects, your body unwraps its
I'm as excited as the kids beside me while watching the city from the raising airship through the glass wall. The neatness, the elegance, of Plandreas is salient in this perspective. I can't imagine how Cormelio lived life from here to a farmer. "We... We're truly levitating." "Seriously, is this your first time to ride an airship?" she asked with her arms folded. I answer, "Yes." "Alright, take your time, child." I laugh at the way she addresses me. And it's acceptable since I've been sticking my nose on the glass wall just to see how high we've got. The kids beside, with their maids guarding them, are jumping in joy. "This isn't just the thrilling view for first-timers," Dandeline adds. "The surface of the clouds, the stars at night, and the moon are the natural attractions for later. You'll love it. Also, airships are the same as cruise ships. Most passengers are the ones who fanned themselves with their paper money. Every night, a ball is held in the ballroom. But I pref
She picked a fascinating view of the sea of clouds where the sun also dominates it with its beam, a perfect place for submerging in fresh air! There's a huge glass wall beneath this long balcony where most passengers are relaxing. I'm leaning my arms on the balustre made in shining brass because she's doing the same. Indeed, she's letting the air swing her hair, and it's happening before my eyes smoothly. However, her sad eyes mix a negative vibe to this soothing moment. "Dan, do you still... love him?" "Of course, I'm over that jerk," she boasts with a daring smirk on her face—which relieves me somehow. "Then what makes you feel degraded?" "The fact that he's happy without any signs of pain after everything ended about us! I want him to be miserable! It can't be that I'm the only one who looks broken! I want mutual lamentation!" "Uuuh, I think you overdosed your eyes with the sight of those two." "It makes me feel replaceable in a snap. How unfair it was to see him dating s
I'm crying without tears. "Acro, why is this so hard?" My voice is shivering while cutting my hair. I only cut an inch from the tips up to my neck, stylize it by pushing backward, and tie it behind. Some strands in front touch my eyebrows and I have to comb them aside which accidentally results in a style. I rub off the cut strands on my skin before I clothe myself again, excluding the coat. "Do I look elegant?" I asked while staring at myself in front of the mirror. And I appreciate the perfect match of my white hair and crystalline eyes. ["No."] Acro determined. She's on the vanity while looking at me. I scratch my neck because of the itchy cut strand. "There's no turning back." ["Unfasten your buttons."] I look at Acro then I look at my shirt, I touch the first button reluctantly. "What? You want me to—" ["Expose your chest."] I left my mouth open for a second. I point a finger at her. "You're a lewd bird." She flaps her wings which signifies impatience. ["I'm your gu
If you’re here because you’ve finished reading the book, you have my deepest gratitude. To anyone who gave their best to read this book, in any legal way (or not through a 3rd party beneficiary), I salute you. Will there be a book 2? -None. Please? -No. This is the end of Hessuel & Dandeline’s story. Seriously, I just tried a werewolf genre and finally proved to myself that this isn’t my cup of tea. We Asians prefer vampires. *chortles* Will the twins have their own book? -No. They will stay kids in your imagination. Will Hrista & Andrew have their own book?-Yes. Their book is part of the contemporary romantasy series I’m building. Which means this book is a side story of that series. It wasn’t the plan at first, this was planned to be a stand alone book, but midway I fell in love with the characters of this book & decided to connect them to the universe of this beloved series. I have big dreams for this series & I want this book to be part of it. Meaning, some of the scene
At the hotel, I remove my outer garments and tight clothes, loosen my shirt and lie down prostrated on the huge bed. All night digging for the newlywed's honeymoon isn't real! I'm too tired throughout the preparation and the whole day of the great day! Dandeline is taking her time in the bathroom and I nap while I wait.But, my waiting took longer than her time inside the bathroom, the squint of sun rays was coming inside the room already! I fell asleep facing her, she fell asleep facing me. I stare at her face for a while, then reach for her nape and hair. She woke up with my touch."Hey…""Why didn't you wake me up last night?" I asked."You seem so tired I don't want to disturb you, so I postponed my plan." She stretches her arms and thighs shortly.
I still woke up late when I am supposed to be the one waking up early! A folded bathrobe is prepared underneath my feet. Wearing that, I squinted in the living room and found Hessuel getting himself ready to leave while holding a bouquet."Where are you going?"He is too occupied. He turns his face to me before looking with his eyes. "I have an errand~"I skip steps and help him fix himself, but then he requests me to hold the bouquet while he fixes his shoes. He seems lively, probably because that's what it feels when money is expected on the way."Where are the twins?""Back to school.""Ugh, sorry, I woke up late."
The day finally came when I sealed the spellbook that contains the power of the moon in front of the pulpit of another mage school. My strength is even lesser now, but it doesn't bother me if this is equivalent to an increase in time with my boys."Is this your final decision?""Yes.""From now on," an enchanter declares, "you are a retired moon priestess. Your name shall remain eminent throughout the mages' history. You have done a good, and quite risky job. Hence, we are grateful for your services." He made me sign the declaration which all the witnesses in this chamber have signed as well.Shortly, I left the solemn room and met Lanasia waiting outside. At first, she taps my toga, and then she hugs me tight. "I'm gonna miss you on duty! You have no idea ho
Afvshaganifs is imprisoned in the main forest castle in an empty room guarded with tough magic. The door is only a messy sketch on the wall and only my power can make it work. I expect to be surprised since it's the captain who's inside. But not at this level— "What the..." Supposedly, the room should be completely empty but she provided a royal chair, a gallant coat dress paired with a big hat, and eye shades for her own while sipping a luxurious wine in front of her levitating spellbooks! "Great. You look more like a lady now. Do you have to dress like that in prison?" "What, would you rather see a hot captain than a glamorous queen?" she replied with the flickering of her painted nails. Her dead personality somewhat mismatches the fashion. The confidence blinds me! "I just hope this has nothing to do with Tanya's influence. Anyway," in front of her, I flipped my skirt first and then sat in the air as if there was a visible couch, "I came here for confirmation after I prosecu
"You're gay?" Hessuel asked."No. A real woman." He magically makes his hat appear in his hand and wears it, later, his tied hair grows longer and as he crosses his legs, his features change into a woman. "I am not a queen of pirates for nothing," she said and her voice was an actual woman!Unable to close my mouth, I can't believe a woman has been flirting with me! She adds,"But I became converted to my male version that even in this body," she approaches me and smells my hair, "this woman in front of me still attracts me.""Shoosh!" I drove her away like a fly!Hessuel pulls me behind him. He is calm compared to me. "Then it means you killed my mother to claim my father? Because of jealousy?" he questioned. I looked at his
(Dandeline's POV)"What? Lanasia is not here!?""She's not in your house? All I know is she visits Hessuel to have his statement regarding the ongoing investigation.""She's not. All of them are gone.""That's alarming."Eventually, instead of Lanasia, I brought Matheo to their old house to ask for his help in the gateway. He opened the door of the dark cellar and told me that "Unfortunately, I am not the guardian of this world anymore. What is your intention there?"Pinching my chin, I stare at Acro in case she can give me an answer. Unless I see them safe, I will not be at peace. Hessuel is not in the condition to go anywhere without me. Perhaps I shouldn't have left those dogs!
A candle is the only light inside. In a blink of that sudden darkness, he turns into an adult again. An ax is hurled at me coming from the darkness and I tilt Lanasia with me to dodge it."Good reflexes," he praised. The ax flies back to his hand. He stretches his hand and grips his clench. I felt a powerful hand strangling my throat and I was pulled onto the table. I am far beyond the reach of his hand but its shadow on the wall—because of that candle—reaches me."Stop this! This isn't going to solve anything!" Lanasia slams the table, and when she is about to do magic, Afvshaganifs casts her out of the room and locks the door.Given that idea, I pushed the table until he was dragged and jammed into the wall behind him. I ran to him on the tabl
I'm lucky to find records about the pirate in my father's journal here in his office. I've spent hours reading to my advantage during our travel whilst the pishnies have been counting my yawns."Look! A big fish~!""Get him!""Hed! Danteleon! Don't jump through that window!"My father and the pirate are indeed friends for a long time ever since their school days up to their mage career. The most helpful record is my father's gift to the pirate in exchange for a reviving spell because this is what we've been looking for. A pishney gave me the blueprint of the architectural design of the ship."Kids! Stop—!"I heard a splash of water.