Christopher Jackson
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BADUMP… BADUMP… She could hear her heart pounding in her chest, the intensity of the moment was so that it was hard to think clearly. For a moment, neither of them spoke. The only sounds were the faint rustling of leaves and the gentle hum of magic that always seemed to surround the Tree of Spirit. The air between them was thick with unspoken feelings, a connection that had been quietly growing for so long. How long had it been? Finally, unable to take his teasing and boldness any longer,…-
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Standing beneath the tree, with his back turned to her, was Simon. He stood there silently, his eyes fixed on the tree's glowing branches, more precisely, it was focused on something more profound—something nestled among the branches of the glowing tree. Cradled gently in the intricate weave of the tree's branches was an egg. Not just any egg, but one that radiated a faint glow of its own, almost as if the tree's light had infused it with life. The egg looked mysterious and ancient and gave off a…
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The air was cold and biting, and the ground beneath her feet cracked with every step she took. But that wasn't what unsettled her. It was the blood. Her hands were covered in it, staining the white snow red. What was going on? This was clearly a bad dream; however, for some reason, this dream felt different from the usual. She looked down, trembling, trying to understand what had happened, but her body moved on its own, ignoring her confusion. In front of her stood a lone figure, a shadowy…
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Everything from his trousers to boot was fashioned from supple leather that had been treated to withstand even the harshest conditions and crafted with care, tailored to fit him perfectly by the skilled hands of the Forest Spring Spirits. The clothes not only enhanced his looks but also gave him a formidable presence. "I suppose I should thank Daphne as well," Simon replied, glancing down at his own outfit with a rare smile. "She certainly knows how to dress someone for a festival." Irene…
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After a while~ inside the now empty throne room. The darkness seemed to grow even darker. The king was absent and the room now had a new hidden chamber. . . "Why… are… you… here?..." A voice called out from a deep muddy miasma. Gladion got on his knees and clasped his hands. He looked at the vague figure inside the muddy miasma and spoke. "The plan to capture Ellesmere and expand towards the north had met with some obstructions. I'm afraid it will slow down your supreme's plan"……
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Galdion wanted the Kingdom of Ellemere to surrender not win against his third army. The kingdom of Ellesmere had fought a hopeless battle, a futile fight that would have no impact on the fate of the kingdom. Yet as if destroying that notion, the princess and the army she gathered emerged victorious against Blackthorn's third army. An event that no matter how much you think about it, any factors you consider would never make it come to pass. So how did they do it? How did his third army lose?…
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"Fine…" Like a little brother defeated by the arguments of his big sister, Theodore dropped his shoulders and backed down. Now that a consensus was reached, everyone followed their orders and waited for their master to contact them. It wasn't very long before Simon got in contact with them. "Everyone, are you well? Report me your situation". When the voice rang out, everyone around hurriedly left whatever they were doing and rushed towards the transmission conch. "Master, we are so…
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"Look at you Blake.. Ah no, should I call you Sir Blake by now" Wyot who chose to stick with Blake even after the calamity in the Tower Town, cracked a joke to diffuse the atmosphere. "Haha, I was wondering now that you have assumed the position of the knight commander, will you give up on adventuring?" Everything aside, Blake was an adventurer, he had always been. In fact, the reason why they met, was because Blake was adventuring in the Tower Town. If he stopped adventuring, it would be like…
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Blake spoke with a firm and resolute voice. "Un, I have much expectation for you" Cynthia nodded, her expression softening slightly at his words. "I have no doubt, Sir Blake, that you will serve this kingdom well. You have earned your place, and I look forward to seeing how you will shape the future of the Royal Guard." As the ceremony concluded and the banquet started, Blake found himself standing alone in the grand chamber. As he looked at his glass of wine and how the people around him sent him…
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"Sir Chancellor, what are the punishments for such crimes against the crown in the old law?"… The chancellor read out the charges for each crime. "For smuggling weapons out of the kingdom, those found guilty are to be stripped of their wealth and sent to the mine to serve for at least twenty years. For trafficking substances in and out of the country, the minimum punishment is at least fifty years in the mine as well as the seizure of all wealth and land" "As for colluding with enemy nations…
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