Emily Thomas
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After dinner, we assigned rooms for everyone. My bedroom was quite spacious, so the three girls were set to sleep there. In consideration of Megu's child, I did suggest that she slept in Florin's room, but the other two girls vehemently disagreed, saying that it would be unfair for Florin to have her room taken away. I didn't really get it since they didn't think it was unfair for me to lose my room. Not that I minded. Perhaps they were just uncomfortable having Florin around. After all, she had…-
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"I'm sorry." Megu apologetically smiled at Brago. "It's dangerous for Angelica to be anywhere under this rain. But I'll think about it again when the rain passes." "She's right," Emi agreed. "How about we discuss this topic again after the rain?" Brago looked over at Ford, who remained tight-lipped and didn't dare to return his gaze. It was apparent on his face that he agreed with the others too. "You . . ." Brago sighed and leaned on the backrest of his chair. "It's dangerous here." "It's…
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Florin came, carrying a dead chicken in her hand. Blood was still dripping from its corpse and littered on the floor while she smiled at the others. "This would only take thirty minutes," she said. "Do carry on with your conversation, and don't mind me." Way to go in making things awkward. I didn't know if I was just assuming things, but I think she didn't like our…
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Dinner was quickly wrapped up. They seemed to be really hungry. Only a few minutes had passed, but all the food prepared was all gobbled up. Even the women lost their poise. It was quite scary, actually. I even shrunk into my seat because I felt like I was surrounded by hungry wolves munching on flesh and gnawing on bones. I tried to eat the small pieces of chicken and fish I managed to put on my plate as carefully as I could so as not to catch the attention of my wild guests. "Damn! When was the…
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The women's bras were vaguely visible under their thin undergarments. It was like looking at breasts in all shapes and sizes. Sheryl's were small and cute. Emi's were modest and proud. While Megu's were huge and firm. Not saggy at all. "Hey," Sheryl called out to me. "Y-yeah?" I said, looking at her face, and looked away before my eyes could travel to her body. "Do you have a dryer around here?" she asked. "No," I choked from answering too fast and cleared my throat. "You can dry your clothes by the…
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I wonder if it was a bad idea to tell them that I was the Lord of this house. Based on the disbelief on their faces, I'd say that it was. Maybe it would be more believable if I said it was Florin. It probably would make a lot more sense because she was transported here months before us. "How?!" Emi asked. I found her personally strong, and she gave off this aura of superiority. "How did you manage to build all this?" How indeed? "It must be the Tokens," said Brago, and I was grateful for him…
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Sheryl's POV Right now, looking at Stan's dead body was like staring at my own future. Eyes were wide open, mouth foaming, hideous, and ugly with warts all over his face. If I had to live looking like this in the future, then I'd rather die! "Megu! Can you heal this?!" Emi shouted, but Megu didn't respond right away and only looked like she was about to cry. "I . . . I tried. It doesn't work." Oh, for heaven's sake! You're over forty years old! I was the one who was supposed to cry. "How useless…
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Emi's POV "Can we not run?" Sheryl whined. At this point, I had lost count of how many times she had complained. "This red water thing on my face feels gross, but I'd rather not die of exhaustion. After all, we're already wet even if we don't run." I betted my eyelids at her, but we did slow down our pace. "Let's just hurry and quickly find shelter in the village," said Brago. We'd been continuously running for almost an hour now, and my stamina was reaching its limit. Not to mention that my…
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Sheryl's POV I didn't know how many days had passed since we started retracing our steps back to Euclid Village, but we were now in an open field where the crops were dead, and the soil was all muddy. "I don't know if I should rejoice that we're getting near that stinky forest again," muttered Emi. "Let's just be glad that we're alive," Ford said. I sneered. "Alive but might as well be dead. We smell worse than a rotten corpse!" "There's going to be a river in the last forest before Euclid…
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Emi's POV "What now?" Sheryl asked with her usual whiny tone. Throughout our journey, all she did was whine and complain. I was so done hearing her voice. If only she properly aimed fireballs every time she opened her mouth, then I probably wouldn't be as pissed as I am right now. But she would miss her target more often than she could hit them. She's dead weight. That was for certain. In fact, aside from me, Brago, and Ford, everyone else was deadweight — especially Megu and her baby. I mean,…
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