“Chief, are you alright?” Assistant Bear asked, his voice laced with concern as he rested his hand on the handle of the gun strapped to his waist.Chief Lisun groaned and slowly pushed the figure lying heavily on top of him aside. He sat up, brushing off the dirt and grime that clung to his clothes.He looked down at the person sprawled on the grass, their clothes a muddled mix of colors. She was a young woman with a defiant posture, her fiery red hair fanned out like a halo around her. Her face, partially hidden by a stray lock of hair, was flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and frustration.She glanced up briefly, her eyes meeting his for a fleeting second before she turned her attention back to the dirt. With intense focus, she resumed drawing a series of concentric circles on the ground, her brow furrowed in concentration.Chief Lisun was torn between incredulity and irritation. She had landed on him with such force that he’d thought he’d been flattened. And now, here she was,
When Rara entered the dining hall for breakfast, she was momentarily stunned by the scene before her. The hall, elegantly decorated with tapestries and grand chandeliers, was filled with the aroma of freshly baked bread and brewed coffee. At the center of this regal setting stood a tall, striking male figure beside the queen. The queen's warm, affectionate smile contrasted sharply with the king's cool, detached demeanor.The figure beside the queen was dressed in a finely tailored outfit, a rich navy blue that complemented his stature. His hair, dark and meticulously styled, fell just so, accentuating his chiseled features. As the queen spoke, he responded with brief nods and succinct answers, his posture upright and formal.Rara, lost in her observations, barely noticed Prince Ariel approaching until he spoke. “What are you standing there for?”Startled from her daze, Rara turned to find Prince Ariel standing just behind her. His expression was one of mild impatience mixed with curios
The expression on the prince’s face was priceless.Their father never smiled at them like that, nor did he acknowledge their skills. Yet this little girl—sigh. It was clear that she had struck a chord with him.Forget it. There’s no point in arguing with an unknown girl who’s managed to capture the attention of royalty.After dinner, the queen and king decided to take Rara for a stroll around the palace garden, hoping the fresh air would aid digestion. The garden was a lush, sprawling expanse of greenery dotted with vibrant flowers and intricately manicured hedges. The centerpiece of the garden was the Tree Lamp, an impressive structure that resembled a colossal, ancient tree. At night, it bathed the surroundings in a warm, golden light.“Chihara, right?” the king’s voice cut through the tranquil evening air.Chihara stiffened at the sound of her name. It was the first time the king had used it, and his tone suggested he had something important to say.“Yes, Your Majesty,” she responde
The next day, the queen and Rara reconvened in the palace garden in the afternoon. The sun cast a warm, golden light over the meticulously tended flowers and shrubs, creating a serene and picturesque setting.The queen, poised and graceful, began to explain the process to Rara. “For beginners, you must sit cross-legged and place your index fingers and pinky fingers on either side of your head, just above your ears,” she instructed, demonstrating the posture with practiced ease.Rara mimicked the queen’s movements, settling onto the soft grass. “Inhale, exhale, concentrate,” the queen continued, her voice calm and soothing.Rara, already accustomed to magical practices, found the technique relatively straightforward. Her innate magical abilities seemed to accelerate her progress. Within moments, she felt herself slipping into a meditative state, and her surroundings began to dissolve into a strange, mystical space.As she looked around, Rara saw the fog fairies—ethereal beings with tran
“Are we close?”Rara opened her eyes, her face tired and drawn. She glanced at the maid sitting beside her, who was patiently enduring her frequent queries.“My Lady, we still have three hours left before we arrive at our destination,” the maid responded, her voice steady despite the repetition of the information.Rara sighed, reaching for the water bottle situated in the middle of the car seat. She unscrewed the lid and took a long, refreshing drink, savoring the cool liquid.They had been traveling for five grueling hours, making only brief stops for food and bathroom breaks. The interior of the black SUV was dim, with the hum of the engine and the gentle sway of the vehicle making Rara feel more exhausted by the minute.In their convoy, two black vans led the way, with two more following behind. The front van was occupied by Assistant Bear and his subordinates, while the second van in front contained only a subordinate. The same arrangement applied to the vans behind them.Chief Lis
Upon arriving at the Meeting Hall, Rara’s eyebrows shot up in momentary shock. The sight before her was both unexpected and disconcerting. Prince Xavier lounged on the grand throne, his posture nonchalant and commanding, while King Loton stood beside him, appearing slightly out of place. The throne, an opulent seat adorned with intricate gold carvings, seemed almost too grand for the aged king.Rara couldn’t help but roll her eyes and shake her head at Prince Xavier’s apparent disrespect. His casual demeanor contrasted sharply with the gravity of the occasion.King Loton, a figure clearly in his sixties or seventies, bore the unmistakable signs of age. His face was a map of deep wrinkles, and his once-straight posture was slightly bent, giving him a stooped appearance. His gray hair was neatly combed, but his overall bearing was frail.Prince Xavier, in stark contrast, exuded a youthful arrogance. Seated on the throne, he maintained an air of casual authority, as if the grandeur of the
At the long, ornate dining table, the silence was suffocating. Candlelight flickered weakly, casting shadows across the faces of the gathered nobles, each staring intently at the menus laid before them. Their expressions were tense, each face wearing a mixture of disbelief and shock. Eyes darted between the lavish banquet on the table and the lies they had been told for months.Who was it that had claimed the small kingdom of Loton was suffering from famine?Outside these grand palace walls, the common people were gaunt, their hollowed eyes and skeletal frames telling a story of hunger and desperation. The barren fields were proof of the suffering, with no crops growing and no livestock left to graze.But the sight before them — the feast, enough to feed hundreds, possibly even a thousand — contradicted everything. The table overflowed with golden-roasted meats, exotic fruits, and platters of delicacies from far-off lands, all arranged like a masterpiece, mocking the starving kingdom.
"Rara, you're injured!" Hara’s voice trembled as she scrambled to her feet, her body shaking just as the very air around them seemed to ripple.(Hurry and come back here!) the old man’s urgent voice echoed in Rara’s mind, thick with concern.Rara’s vision blurred, her surroundings spinning. She could feel the magic pulsing weakly within her, struggling to keep her conscious. Desperate, she knelt and traced ancient runes into the dirt with trembling fingers, summoning the last of her strength. Her hands felt heavy, and her vision darkened, but she managed to finish the spell just as her body gave way. With a final sigh, she collapsed onto the ground, her energy completely drained.As she fell unconscious, something extraordinary happened—her body shimmered with a soft golden light before vanishing entirely, leaving behind only the delicate bracelet she always wore, now glowing with a faint magical aura.“Ugh...” A groan escaped Rara's lips as she slowly regained consciousness. Every par