#side story chapter 6

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Isn't Being A Wicked Woman Much Better? Side Story Chapter 6

Instead of replying to Isidor's lament, I let out a brief exclamation while looking around.

“Is that doll similar?”

I thought involuntarily when I saw a doll hung as a commodity on the newsstand. The yellow fox doll with narrow eyes is said to be very similar.

“Who are you looking at?”

“ Sir Isidor. You're just hooked like a fox.”

“I’ll bring that fox.”

To win the prize, you had to throw a ball to drop the target.

“Great!”

“Look he's the first one to drop the target there!”

When Isidore showed great control and hit all the targets, the people around shouted in surprise. Of course, the shopkeeper's face was wrinkled as if he had eaten feces.

“saw? The skill of the princess-sama’s fiancee.”

Isidor, who had been throwing a ball, asked proudly, holding a pack of dolls.

“What. One more time. Because being good doesn't happen second time.”

“Ha, sometimes I have to show a little bit of humanity.”

“Still, there is a beautiful fox.”

I said while holding the desired fox doll that I had been coveting for some reason.

“I wanted this.”

He took a doll from the pack.

“It’s a white snake. It seems to have a cute taste.”

“It's kind of like the Seymour people.”

“Puha!”

“But, doesn’t it seem like your father has opened his heart to me a lot?”

“...father?”

“We spent the New Year together and shared crepes, so now we are father and family. Isn't it?”

Looking at Isidor, who was secretly good-natured, he stuck out his tongue inwardly. Isidor is probably the only man in the Empire who has the vessel to handle all the snake-like humans.

Whatever the hell he did, it looks like Rosad has already been roasted and boiled.

“Deborah.”

“yes?”

“Shall we go to the left alley or the right?”

“Let’s toss a coin. front right. The back is on the left.”

As we entered the night market, the road continued to fork because of the shabby buildings that were erected randomly without a plan.

“It’s on the right again.”

“It’s four times in a row. If it comes up heads often, you are lucky, but I guess only good things will happen.”

“Isn't that a head-on coin?”

“Weren’t we cheating on each other now?”

He showed me a two-sided ordinary coin.

As I was walking while listening to Isidore nagging me to tell me if my condition got worse, at some point an alley with a peculiar atmosphere came into my sight.

It was relatively quiet compared to the entrance of the night market, where the crowds were boiling, and foreign languages were heard from the stalls lined with exotic goods.

“Isidor, if my eyes aren’t wrong, that’s not an animal skin, it looks like a monster skin?”

“There are not many things that are not available inside the Jungmun Night Market. Every night, a ferry carrying contraband comes and goes to this nearby river. shall we go out with movement magic?”

‘It looks a little risky, but I think it will be fun.'

As she hesitated about what to do, there was a commotion from the opposite alley.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

“If you're curious, let's go together. Don't leave me like before and go first.”

After tightening our big hands and intertwined clasps, I walked in the direction of the crowd, and I had no choice but to frown at the sight in front of me.

“Ah!”

“Dirty and smelly Gypsies!”

“go away! Because of you, I can't do business because you're unlucky.”

The men were throwing stones at the shabby-looking old man who looked like a gypsy, and the people around him just kept shouting without thinking of stopping him.

In the alley behind the old man, the people that had been spread out to sell handicrafts were sitting together, trembling with fear at the rogues' behavior.

“There are many other stalls, but the gypsies seem particularly weak, so they are arguing.”

“Stop it.”

When Isidore, who had a large physique, came forward, most of them flinched and retreated, but the one who looked like a captain did not hesitate and widened his eyes.

“Stand away. Gypsies are filthy things that wander around and carry curses here and there.”

“I’ll go home too.”

With his mouth closed, Isidore picked up the stone that had fallen on the ground and threw it.

“Ouch!”

The stone that Isidor threw hit the captain's hand with the stick.

“Now, who will rain?”

“… hey!”

He asked kindly, picking up the club that the captain had dropped, and smashing it like wooden chopsticks.

The men were terrified by the absurd boasting of his strength and even ruined their tails.

“Are you okay?”

Isidor, who turned his gaze to the old man, suddenly narrowed his brow with a mysterious face.

'Why all of a sudden?'

I felt the shiver of seeing Isidor's reaction.

“Old man.”

It's because he suddenly changes his complexion and takes his gaze seriously with the old man.

“.....”

“Wait, can you spare some time?”

‘This old man… Do you think he's right?'

… A very brave gypsy fortune teller.

In the past, Isidor had heard from an informant about a certain fortune teller.

He's good at guessing, but he doesn't even open a fortune teller if he has any intention of making money, and even if he hears rumors and tries to find it, he wanders here and there, so it's harder to meet him than to pick a star in the sky.

_“This master is the best, especially in the fields of compatibility, love luck, and marriage luck. Marquis of Jaeger, who gave birth to a little boy a while ago, got a good day from this fortune teller. He has succeeded... !”_

“.....”

And Sophia said that on the day this fortune-teller gave her that fortune, she went to a party and met her marriage partner… ”

Isidor, who was struggling with making colored diamonds at the time, was immediately annoyed by the ineffective information.

_“I can’t hear you anymore. Do I look free enough right now to go out to see affectionate luck?”_

_“master! Still, if you find out the location of this fortune teller, wouldn't it be possible to sell the information to a noble or a wealthy merchant at a high price?”_

_“Do you know that I'm pay you a high salary just to make a ton of money? Gather some more alchemy materials related to solid color transformations while you're on the hunt for the romantic gypsy.”_

_“Sir, I’m sorry.”_

He was like that at the time.

I was never childish.

Compatibility, love, marriage… .

How important is that.

Investigations brought by the informant at the time also included a description of the fortune-teller's outward appearance. He is a grandfather in his 70 years old, his eft and right eye colors are subtly different, and the fourth finger is exceptionally long.

Just when their eyes met, the old man looked at me and widened his eyes, allowing Idiots to immediately recall his identity.

“Can you spare a moment?”

The old man, whose eyes were wide open at Isidore's question, abruptly got up and bowed deeply as if bowing down.

“Thank you, but it’s like this… .”

Deborah, who still had Confucian ideas, was awkward and held back the old man.

“I recently drew a fortune telling that I was going to meet a noble among nobles, and in an instant, a golden halo flashed across the two of you.”

'Golden? It's really a magical experience.'

Isidor was once again convinced that the old man was the fortune teller of the rumor.

“It is an honor to meet these precious people.”

“I know that the old man is a brave man.”

“ah… You know.”

“Actually, it's just a coincidence.”

Isidor coughed once and then spoke.

“Hmm! I heard that you are particularly good at marriage and compatibility.”

“Yes, yes. That one comes out the best.”

“and the money...”

“Oh, it’s fine. Just by seeing a nobleman wearing gold with his own eyes.... young man has no free time anymore.”

The fortune teller took an old tarot from his collar and said. The quality of the master was felt from the frayed end of the card.

“Whenever you walk, the light of the Buddha will be with you. What are you curious about?”

“The wedding date. I wonder when is the best time. and… .”

Isidor hesitated for a moment before continuing.

“The compatibility side, please.”

“Are you that brave?”

As Deborah whispered softly, Isidore nodded slightly, and soon their serious eyes turned to the fortune teller's card.

***

“I’m not a big fan of divination or superstition, but it makes me feel good when only good things are said.”

“I know, right.”

Tarot divination is half fun to watch, but it's better than hearing something you don't like.

As for what the fortune teller authorized by Isidor said... .

_“The two of you are very compatible. If this lover card and this sun card come together in the right direction, it means that the body is especially compatible.”_

_“Poohoo!!”_

_“Cool!”_

_“They have good personalities and communicate well, so even if there is a difference of opinion, it won’t turn into a big feud.”_

_“Well, we never had a fight during our partnership.”_

“Also, if you two are together, wealth will follow you three or four times. They get along well, and when they get married, they live happily ever after.”

“When is a good day for a ceremony?”

“My fortune telling is that you can live well wherever you are when you get married. It is better to get married when the flowers are in full bloom. You have good luck with your children, and you have it all...”

“but?”

“It is said that the woman's family is unusual. Her family is not normal.”

At that moment, the chicken thighs came out.

“still… Fortunately, the man has a deep personality, so it’s humid and good like a snake and this tunnel.”

There are tweezers-like corners, but they only say very nice things, so I listen to them for nothing.

‘Well, it’s a simple fortune teller, so let’s not think too deeply about it. '

It was satisfying just to finish the last date of the holiday with the words of a famous fortune teller.

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On Isolde and Many Doors (and One Key)

Thinking about Isolde and how she feels like she is constantly trapped in a small cramped room full of 1 million doors. Each door represents a presence that haunts her, an identity that lives inside her that calls to her from beyond the grave, a new mask to dawn.

If every person in the world were to have a room, most would have just one door, their own. But not Isolde.

Isolde feels like an empty vessel who is only there to serve as a point of entry for other people and their spirits. She has been forced to become so repressed by her environment, upbringing, and her nature as a medium that she finds it easy to forget herself. Her “self” is not someone she has ever been allowed to know.

The room grows increasingly smaller, claustrophobic and strangling her with pressure as the amount of doorways in it only increase, every new person she meets a new doorway she is plagued with, a new voyeur who has granted themselves full access to her life and her body. Something she is now willing to let them do. It is easier that way. Easier to let someone else command her vessel, something that never solely belonged to her to begin with. An escape from all the pressure, the expectations, the perfection demanded from her. It is something she should do. The duty of someone like her. Something to hide her wretched face from view, to give the people what they want, to uphold her family’s legacy. A performance that was never allowed to end. Each new door lead right back to that.

The only exception is Kakania. The only person Isolde believes has ever really seen her as more than a host for other identities or something to mold into shape, prop up as a set piece. A perfect lady. The star of Vienna. A tragic heroine. A dangerous hysteric witch. A curse manifested. The only one who was ever interested in finding Isolde’s door and that door alone. When she is with Kakania, a new door does not appear in that ever shrinking empty room, although at first she expects it to. For the first time she meets someone and is not greeted with a new ghost to haunt her. Not a door. But a key. A key that Isolde knows can unlock her own door, even when she herself cannot find it.

[solradguy]

Complete rando here, but I just wanted to pop in and say thank you for your translations. <3 I'm reading through the GG Comic Anthology right now because I cannot sleep and they are delightful and a wonderful bit of comfort.

Thanks for reading them!! Sorry it's been so long between updates on that manga, but it sounds like this is maybe your first readthrough of it so perhaps the gaps between updates hasn't been that bad haha

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thinking about wagstaff side story again.

[naminethewriter]

What Dreams Are For

Chapter Six: Back To Normal?

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Story Summary: Dreams are weird. Especially when you’re metaphysical. There is a distinction between your own dreams and that of your whole. Even though Roman doesn’t know at first that he’s trapped in a dream, he does know that something is wrong upon waking in an unfamiliar room. He thinks he’s in the Imagination but can’t say for sure. Just what has he gotten caught up in?

Cast as the evil Prince and forced to act out the twisted storyline of Thomas’ dream, Roman, with help from Patton and Virgil, needs to figure out what is happening while constricted by what his hateful character would do and say which is not at all pleasant.

We dream for a reason. And as much as Roman likes to be the center of attention, this dream isn’t about him. Someone else is crying out for help.

Content Warnings: None

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Roman wakes up groggy. While he is a morning person, he tends to need around a minute to fully wake up. So he keeps still in his bed, staring at the canopy above him and just letting his thoughts wander.

What was on his schedule today? More meetings probably.

At least he had managed to talk to Patton and Virgil yesterday about his encounter with Logan. He still feels nauseous just thinking about it. It was awful on every level. The other two had been equally horrified by his recounting of events. Patton had hugged him after for a long time while Virgil had stayed quiet. They all needed time to process, so they had agreed to meet up again in the morning.

So soon, he presumes.

A servant should show up at any moment, they always do in the mornings. Until they force him out of bed, Roman decides to watch the slow sway of the canopy in the light breeze that always blows through his room. He had created that a few years back and it helps him sleep better.

Wait.

His room in the castle doesn’t have a convenient breeze.

And the bed there doesn’t have a canopy either.

His room in the mindscape does.

Roman sits up quickly and looks around.

There’s his fainting couch. And his vanity. And his star thingies. And the portal to the Imagination.

He’s back home!

Had it all been just a dream? He’s no stranger to vivid dreams, but this one…

Oh well, he shouldn’t think about it too hard. It’s over now and he should get out of bed and greet another day with enthusiasm, so that Thomas too can feel rejuvenated.

Roman gets dressed quickly, and then hurries downstairs to the kitchen, eager to leave the dream behind him.

As he enters the kitchen, he finds he’s not the first one to arrive. Patton is already there, a cup of tea in his hands that he’s staring at intently.

“Good morning, padre!” he greets cheerfully, and grabs an apple. A healthy start to the day will keep his energy up, as Logan once said.

“Mornin’,” Patton responds quietly. Roman’s hand freezes halfway through bringing the apple to his mouth. It was very unusual for the other to be so solemn in the morning.

“Something wrong?” he asks, placing the apple aside to give the other his full attention. Patton looks up. His eyes widen as he sees Roman, as if he only now realized someone else was in the room.

“Nothing, kiddo! Just hadn’t had enough sleep!” He tries to smile reassuringly but Roman sees past his weak attempt.

“I may not be as good at detecting lies as the Bananaconda, but I can tell that you’re fibbing, padre. I can understand if you don’t want to talk about it, but you know what we said about repression. If not with me, find someone to talk to?”

Patton visibly deflates and he sighs.

“It really isn’t something serious, kiddo. I just had a weird dream that I can’t quite shake off, that’s all.”

Roman suddenly has a very bad feeling.

“A dream? What about?”

“Uhm… Well, it was more a nightmare I guess,” Patton confesses, shuffling nervously. “We—you, Virgil and I, I mean—were trapped in a castle and we had to act all mean to the staff and then you got in a fight with both Remus and Logan and it was horrible.”

Oh.

Oh no.

“And I was the prince, Virgil the captain of the knights and you’re the royal advisor?”

Patton stares at him with wide eyes.

“How did you know?” he asks in a small voice.

“I don’t think it was just a dream, padre.”

Before either of them could say more, they feel a tug.

Thomas is summoning them.

They exchange a quick glance before sinking out.

Only to find Thomas pacing in front of his couch and Virgil already with him, sitting on the stairs with his eyeshadow a deep black. Thomas sighs in relief as he sees them.

“Oh, thank goodness, you’re here.”

“What’s going on, kiddo?” Patton ask, laughing nervously as his eyes jump between Thomas and Virgil who is now biting at his nails. “This is a very early time to summon us.”

“Well,” Thomas begins as he stops his pacing but instead starts shuffling in place, “since I’ve gotten up this morning, I felt that something was… off. I couldn’t really place what, but I thought maybe talking with Virgil about it would help, you know, anxiety and all that.” He waves his hand around. He can’t seem to keep still this morning. “And when I did, Virgil seemed to be in more distress than usual, so I got sidetracked and tried to get him to tell me what was going on. Turns out the two things might be connected.”

“Connected how exactly?” Roman questions.

“I asked him to summon Logan. It didn’t work,” Virgil says before Thomas can continue. “Janus and Remus aren’t responding either.”

“Apparently, Virgil was trying to get into Logan’s room before I called him and that didn’t work either.”

“I tried the door and sinking in. Was blocked both times.”

“What— What does that mean?” Patton asks, his voice shaky. Scared.

“I don’t know,” Thomas admits. “The only time one of you hasn’t responded to my summons at all was when Virgil ducked out, but… This is different, I think. I can still feel their influences. I can still think logically, I think I can still lie, I mean, um… Patton’s hair is green! Yeah, still able to lie… And considering Remus… No need to go into detail but I do know he’s still there.”

“Then where are they?”

“I have no—”

“I might know.”

All eyes snap to Virgil.

“Wha— how?” Roman asks.

“There’s this… thing that kept happening to Remus when we were younger,” Virgil begins, looking uncomfortable with all the attention. “Sometimes he’d just disappear for hours or days on end and Janus and I couldn’t reach him. His room was blocked off and summoning didn’t work either.”

“So exactly like our situation right now?” Thomas asks.

Virgil nods, “Yeah. I had no idea what was happening the first few times. Janus would just leave and get back sometime later with Remus in tow. When I finally asked what was happening, Janus said that Remus sometimes got trapped in the Imagination. Janus theorized that since Remus’ core function had to do with unwanted ideas, the way he worked though issues was by forcibly being confronted by them in your dreams, Thomas, when your subconscious was in charge. Remus would get trapped in ‘stories’ and wasn’t able to leave until the issue was resolved.”

“That… sounds like it could fit,” Thomas hums thoughtfully.

“Then how do we ‘resolve’ the ‘story’?” Patton asks, careful and slow in choosing his words.

“I’m not really sure. Janus dealt with them alone, I was too paranoid about getting stuck myself that I couldn’t bring myself to go with him. But it only ever happened to Remus, I don’t know why it seems to be affecting both Janus and Logan this time too.”

“Sounds like Janus is the key to solving this, right?” Thomas wonders.

“Then our mission will be to find him first!” Roman declares. Virgil rolls his eyes but a fond smile dances around his lips.

“Wasn’t that the plan already?”

“Do you always have to rain on my parade?!”

“Kiddos, please calm down…”

“Wait, wait, wait, what do you mean that was the plan already? We just figured the situation out, how do you already have a plan?” Thomas interjects and his sides go quiet immediately. They all avoid looking at him directly and he gets a feeling that he’s not gonna like their explanation.

“You know how I just said that Remus would get stuck in your dreams?” Virgil eventually says.

“Yeah?”

“Well, there you go.”

“That didn’t tell me anything, Verge!”

“He means,” Roman interjects since Virgil seemed entirely unwilling to say more, “is that we were in that dream, too. We had a part to play in that ‘story’ but it seems we woke up alongside you, and the others didn’t.”

“But you’re certain they’re still in there? How does that make sense, I am not dreaming right now!”

“I have no idea how exactly it works either, but Remus was definitely gone over multiple days too sometimes. I asked him if he remembered the times between nights and he said not in the moment but afterwards he could remember being trapped in a black void or something,” Virgil shrugs, biting at his nails.

“So we can’t get to them now?”

“I don’t think so, Pat.”

“Then there’s nothing for us to do but wait until nightfall!” Roman proclaims. “It would be best for us to save our strength and have a relaxing day.” He walks over to Virgil as he talks and gently tugs his fingers away from his mouth. “We’ll figure it out,” he whispers reassuringly. Virgil just nods, refusing to meet his eyes.

“Then how about you two go and have some fun and I’ll keep an eye on my kiddo here,” Patton offers. Thomas furrows his brows in response.

“Why do you need to keep an eye on me?”

“Well,” Patton shuffles uncomfortably, “we don’t really know what the absence of the others means for you. I know you feel mostly normal, and their influence isn’t entirely gone, but I would feel better if I could make sure that nothing more happens. And as much as I don’t like doing this, maybe we’ll have to cancel some plans. Not just today but tomorrow, too.”

“I… guess I see your point,” Thomas sighs, letting himself fall into the couch, already exhausted. “Let’s look at my schedule together and see what we can cut. Do you think me calling in sick is technically lying? I mean, I’m not physically sick but I’m definitely compromised on some level.”

Patton smiles weakly and sits down next to him.

“Let’s first see if we need to come up with any excuses in the first place.”

“Yeah, yeah, right. Verge, Roman? You two okay?”

“As okay as can be in this situation, Thomathy! Don’t pay us any mind, I’ll make sure our darling Emo doesn’t freak out on us to much.” Roman squeezes Virgil’s shoulder gently, who in turn grumbles and lightly elbows him in the side.

“I’m gonna destroy you in Mario Kart for that one.”

“Oh, you are so on.”

They sink out and Patton’s gaze is locked on the spot they just stood for a few moments. He can tell that they are still on edge but with nothing they can do but wait, he guesses distractions are the next best thing. He lets out a soft sigh before sliding closer to Thomas to look at his phone and go over his plans for the next few days.

They’ll be fine.

He’ll just have to tell himself that until he believes it.

Fake it till you make it, right?

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[witchofanguish]

I really want to see how the official translation renders that scene, because there's something that feels off about it somehow. still amazing

[lee-hakhyun]

..? lhh's incite went down from lv. 6 to 5

[phoenixiancrystallist]

Month 10, day 25

More work done on that photo edit from last night! Also I might have come up with a new project idea that isn't "redo Flick since no one talked me out of it" >.> Idk, though, we'll see. It'll depend on how I feel about trying my hand at fashion design.

I'll give you a hint: I need my own cloak :3

Anyway, original of this edit is under the cut as per the usual

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Daiyan's character event is coming!

The character event [Magrasea's Lang Syne] will be made available together with the ★3 Doll Daiyan.

〓Duration〓 1/25 0:00 -  2/14 23:59  UTC-8

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Isn't Being A Wicked Woman Much Better? Side Story Chapter 7

'It was really fun.'

I frowned at the yellow fox on the desk, then began to open the letters I had delayed replying to over the holidays.

Most of them were letters of invitation to social gatherings or tea parties. Some came from the temple.

“Ugh.”

Looking at the seal and autograph, it was a letter from the Pope. Instead, there was a message asking you to visit the Heleia Dominion, where the temple is located.

“Ah, The temple has nothing to do with it, so where do i go?”

refuse!

Not only the Pope's letter, but also all other letters were rejected. However, she could not write a reply of refusal to this blue-glossy letter.

'I have a loyalty.'

While I was procrastinating for a day or so because I felt burdened with socializing, I saw the letter from the 5th Princess and suddenly thought that I could not put it off any longer.

‘As long as I live as a vested-class family in Asteia, I have to keep fighting and frying with the nobles. '

If I have to resume social gatherings, I'm most attracted to starting over at a gathering hosted by the 5 Princesses.

I am a close friend who gave me full trust even before I awakened my divine power, and my perfect side who came to me even in battle, how can I refuse.

I picked up a quill and started writing a reply to the 5 princesses.

2. Deborah's Friends (?)

After the battle with the Great Demon, Princess Deborah became the most popular figure in the Empire in name and reality.

There were even aristocrats holding meetings on the subject of princesses, and the enthusiasm for her hardly ever stopped.

“Is there any news about Princess Deborah recently? I've heard of your betrothal to the Duke of Visconti, so let's move on. ”

“Nothing.”

The news of Deborah and Isidor's engagement was noisy for just one day.

To be honest, with eyes and ears, anyone would have expected it. On the contrary, there were people who asked if they had not yet been engaged.

It was still surprising and bewildering that Princess Deborah, rather than the saint, was incarnation. I understand with my head, but should I say that cognitive dissonance is coming.

“I want to see her.”

“I know, right. When I think of that time, my heart still rises even now. That godly and holy power that drove away evil demons...The word divinity is not worth it at all.”

“I saved my life thanks to her while fighting a monster. She is the life saver.”

“She has done such a heroic deed, she should be admired by everyone in the social world...”

But instead of enjoying explosive popularity, Princess Deborah chose to stop socializing and live quietly at home.

“I think the high-pressure and arrogant attitude of the princess was also an act to deceive the evil warlocks!”

“After all, Saint-sama first.”

While praising her modesty, everyone was in a state of disappointment, but news came that the princess, who had been ignorant, had accepted the invitation to a social gathering for the first time. It was a tea party held by the 5 princesses.

“After all, the closest to Princess Deborah was Princess 5.”

“I wondered why the two of them are close, but birds of the same feather gather together, and it seems that outstanding people instinctively recognize each other.”

The 5 Princesses, who helped get rid of demons with powerful fire magic, also enjoyed great popularity in the Empire.

The reason that the honor of the imperial family, which was tarnished by the 4th Empress, did not roll down to the bottom of the basement was because the Crown Prince and 5th Princess risked their lives to participate in the battle to establish the face of the imperial family.

“What other great people would you like to invite to this tea party, Princess 5?”

“Aren’t you going to be given the honor of attending that tea party?”

“This is the gathering you most want to be invited to in the new year.”

***

“Where is the best place for a tea party? I want to show the princess the glass cabinet where my magic tools collection is displayed.”

“Princess, it’s a shame, but how about some ordinary place other than the exhibition hall?”

“Hmm. There are only ordinary waiting rooms, so I can’t decide right away.”

Meanwhile, the 5th Princess was very excited that Princess Deborah was coming to the imperial palace. Although she had visited Seymour herself before, it was the first time that a princess had come to visit my palace.

She was so excited that she was preparing to welcome guests with the imperial court maids a week before the tea party.

“… what clothes do you wear? Studded with purple amethyst, how about this outfit? It's an expression of my affection for the princess.”

'Affection? You must have misunderstood friendship?'

“Does it suit you?”

“The princess really goes well with whatever clothes she wears.”

Every time the 5 princesses, who were tall and had a cool and cool appearance, changed their clothes, the maids trembled, saying they were cool.

“Princess, what kind of tea should I prepare?”

“Prepare the tea leaves I brought from the Principality of Miro last month. Desserts to go with it.”

She even robbed the precious tea leaves so that the emperor made a safe and managed it separately. She even called the chiefs of the imperial family and ordered her to make a seven-story cake.

On the other hand, the news that the 5th Princess is preparing a tea party with all her heart and soul has been like a rainstorm for the young girls of the capital's social circles.

Most of the high-ranking nobles and imperial officials were very busy with the aftermath of the Great Demon case, and the social circles led by the high-ranking nobles were also in stagnation.

By the way, what a tea party of saint and 5 princess!

Who will be invited to the tea party attended by the most popular people in the empire!?

5 The young girls who were close with the princess were inflated with anticipation.

'I can brag in front of others for the rest of my life! '

'The best network and opportunity to grow stronger!'

However, no matter how long they waited, the letter did not come to them.

***

“Vivien, the tea party you are preparing these days. Haven't you decided who to invite yet? It wasn’t on purpose.”

Upon hearing about my sister's grand tea party, the Crown Prince asked as if passing by, and the 5 Princesses smirked.

“I was just trying to get to know each other. When the hell did the rumors come out?”

All, alone?

The prince's pupils trembled without mercy.

“Hey there, brother. I don't want to pretend to be Isidor. He said he was my best friend before he was my political backer.”

“I should have a cup of tea, so why are you going so far? Do you think I should run with my gloves on and have a political battle with the Duke of Visconti?”

“Come on, wait. The fact that they tormented me for three days and three nights asking for a major overhaul of the biased empire's marriage law... I do not remember?”

The Crown Prince looked at my younger sister with his eyes like a bomb that was about to explode. anxious not knowing.

“Hmm! I'll take care of that as it is, and the princess... got engaged.”

“Um? I thought you wouldn't admit it.”

The prince thought it was a little surprising. It's because my younger brother always saw the end when he got stuck on something.

“Even though I have no back, I know how to keep the line in front of me.”

5 The princess replied calmly.

If it wasn't for Isidor, Princess Deborah's betrothed partner, it would have been difficult to accept. She's called Deborah because she's the most ecstatic person she's ever met.

He is a man who is willing to wear pink for his partner, so he gives up with a big heart.

'Actually, there was no room to intervene.'

Feeling bitter, the princess spoke softly.

“… Still, Princess Deborah's best friend is me.”

After the unfortunate incident of summoning demons. She was recognized by the aristocratic society thanks to the princess resuming her social life at a party I was holding. The two of us are best friends.

“By the way, who else does the princess have any friends other than you? Ugh!”

The princess suddenly closed her mouth, and the Crown Prince was unable to speak.

“She doesn't have any close friends other than me! That's right! How good is the princess's personality... Hmm? · It's cool. ”

“okay… ?”

My brother seemed to be very suspicious, so the 5th princess, who had an oval, impulsively raised a quill to write an invitation.

‘But, who else have you been friends with other than me? '

She squeezed her memory tight.

“kyaaa!! ”

“Uh, what’s going on? ”

“My sister Michelle said she received an invitation from the 5th Princess.”

That night, Michelle's shouts of joy echoed through the night in the writer's residence after Granbert Hu.

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CHAPTER 6 : SISTERS part 1 (part 2/3)

TW : Ghost

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NOW /  BRITCHESTER / CEMETARY

ALEX'S FUNERAL . THE STUDENTS ARE HERE ; YUKI IS ON THE BACK.

ALEX'S MOM : Thank you all for coming here today in the memory of our daughter, Alex Sturge. Alex was a young woman, full of life … STARTS CRYING …. I didn't know she had so many friends and loving people around her. I have to thank you all for coming in her memory today [cries again]

AS ALEX' MOM SPEAKS, YUKI NOTICES SOMEONE LOOKING AT HER FROM AFAR ; SHE TURNS HER HEAD AND NOTICES A SHAPE THAT QUICKLY LOOKS LIKE HER SISTER CANDY, EXCEPT THAT SHE'S DEAD, SMILING AT HER ;

YUKI SCREAMS AND FAINTS

MAR : Oh my god ! She fainted ! Yuki ! Are you okay ? Someone call an ambulance !

[sa-characters]

Moana Asphalion  - DECEASED

GENDER - Female

AGE - Elder

ASPIRATION - Party Animal

TRAITS:  Materialistic, Mean, Slob

SIGN: Aries

PARENTS -  Unknown

PARTNER - None

CHILDREN - None

Download: Not available

Story: Once Upon A Time - The first ones

Family tree: Not available

Many teachers are highly motivated to teaching and live and breathe for their pupils. This is not the case with Moana Asphalion. She is mainly motivated by money, after all teaching supplies a safe income. In her free time she likes to spend the same income on nectar and other fun stuff, and the only part of the school year she really enjoys are the Formal dances and graduation parties. Have you nothing positive to say about her you may ask. I do! She is an excellent dancer!

[kamuro-junrenka]

I may have trash-talked yakuza 8's story way too much now that im playing lost judgment... i mean considering how much i said i hate it i did play the fuck out of that game and i cant even play a full hour of lost judgment orz

[mjm5655]

kazumaji is real & you can't tell me otherwise.

[lalunanymph]

THE MAKING OF A MRS.

shackled to sylus and stuck in the N109 zone with no way of leaving until you figure out how to remove the aether core bond between the two of you, you take up his offer (and begrudging help) to try and blend in with his high-stakes, high-rewards life. how? by learning struggling to be his wife

ᥫ᭡ sylus x fem!reader

ᥫ᭡ fem!reader, wife!reader, arranged marriage, contract marriage, fluff, crack, eventual s/mut, angst, close proximity, cuffed together trope, illegal stuff (it's sylus we're talking about), suggestive, luke and kieran try to play cupid, language, tension, enemies to friends to lovers, heavy illusions to the myth of hades and persephone, pregnancy mention, more tba...

ᥫ᭡ updates every week with shorter chapters!

ଘ(੭◌ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚ 𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐒…

lesson 1: becoming mrs. qin

lesson 2: bathtime

lesson 3: my side of the bed

lesson 4: dancing with our hands tied

lesson 5: baby shower

lesson 6: cock(crow)blocked

lesson 7: dangerous liasons

lesson 8: how to love

lesson 9: haunting me

lesson 10: a N109 welcome

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