Andrew White
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"Who cares 'bout that! We gotta take her back!" Wait? Did they think of catching me? No way in hell they'd managed that They were born at least a thousand years too early for that. It was weird saying that when I myself was only three-day-old, but it was true. Using the Quick Pace technique again, I made it clear they weren't catching me anytime soon. A family. I had gotten myself a family. It was all fake because they didn't know what I was, but it still meant something to me. And now they decided to…
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"—I never even once thought you were a weak, helpless princess, Princess!" "That's not what I mean… And, huh, what the hell? That isn't cool for the princess." "I shall apologize, Princess—" The hideous elf made a comment. He pointed out he was always so stiff and stern, speaking of the kinder elf, but damn, he knew to make a fool of himself at times, too. "You just— Quiet for now. Both of you. Listen. Me? I'm not your princess, whatever her name is. I don't know her, and I don't have…
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Wheels. Rolling again and again, on the mud of the ground, following the same path for a long time. And they never stopped. The wheels rolled and rolled again. Time and time again. They didn't do so much as take any second of rest. They only kept rolling, dragging me further away from the new home I had accepted, that of the kind ma'am, towards the home I initially longed for, the monsters' home. On top of the wheels, there was a chariot. And it wasn't just any chariot. No, it was their chariot. The…
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"Goddamn weakling of a princess tries to run away now, huh?" Not knowing what the heck I was to do, I just let myself be guided out of the inn. I might have been clueless about much of everything… but I wasn't clueless about 'that' situation. Going out, I snatched a knife and hid it in my sleeve. Once we were out, the elf by my shoulders patted my head despite the heavy atmosphere pressing down on us and chatted idly. How was I? Did I sleep well? Seeing we left right now, I didn't have any food at the…
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To the word "Quest," it responded. Ring! ❮ 'Character's Creation' Compulsory Quest — Details: The Player has to create his Character. Let the Player be headed to the Forest of Benelloan, the Ancient Elven Kingdom that just has fallen, and meet with the Forest's Sisters, the Dryads. They will surely help the Player in the undertaking of creating his Character. Only then will the Game start. ❯ I nodded, barely understanding a thing. I mean, it was just as usual. I understood the words, all put…
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I needed a new Receptacle. Now I had it. Feeling an oppressing mass on my whole body, I woke up. I tried to get rid of the overwhelming load I had on top of me, pinning me down. Rashly straightening my upper body was no solution, the mass was too heavy. Still, I had to move. So getting myself out of here wasn't an option. If I couldn't push it from beneath it, I'd just sweep it aside. Moaning and wiggling with great effort the best I could under that pressure, I could work my way out of this. And finally,…
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Her name was Cetha and she was an elf. . . . Father. Mother. It only can exist in the past, now. A true kingdom. It was a true kingdom. Our people were delighted and vigorous. Our Forest was just and fair. Our families were safe and sound. But now, there is just me, and everything—truly everything, Father, Mother—went wrong. There can only be me, your crying and pathetic helpless daughter, without any help or hope. It is all in the past now. All beyond mending, behind us all, locked away from us.…
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But anyway! This place surprisingly started to become full of life again. And me? I was full of life, too. I ate a lot. So now, I was done here. With strength, I lifted my body up, "Aaah! Full of energy!" I stretched my body. And only after I cleaned up all the dishes I left at my table, obviously because I ain't a dirty boy, I would move upstairs. Eunelle told me I'd have a room up there, so that's where I'd sleep. I sure went a long way, by the way. From that crappy dark street to a real room with a real…
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So did I want to help her with her work again? "Is it really okay if I trouble you with my care, though, ma'am?" I needn't mention it, she said. As she also said, just by looking around us I could see all of the work she had, in abundance, which meant I wouldn't just be taken care of if I decided to stay with her, but rather take care of myself. Honestly, at that. She said this place was even denser in work compared to the place at the marketplace. I could only agree with her. It couldn't even compare, to…
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Working? I worked. It lasted for the whole afternoon. No more than five hours. So much so that, right now, the sun even started to settle down. The woman who offered me her protection and kindness, after she had helped me, offered me a job. And at the end of that job, I'd get to eat and drink. This was to be my income for the day, she said. And thus I did work under her conduct. She was kind. And actually, I even got to eat before starting the real job. She said I needed strength in order to work. After…
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