Emily Thomas
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“Why is there a hole in the ceiling again?!” Bartrem stared at the soldiers one by one as they stood straight beside their bed. Aldred was standing too with Mary behind him. Bartrem approached a soldier. He noticed dark bags under their eyes. “I told you there will be a battle today. Why are you staying up late?” The soldiers looked at each other. Aldred looked down. Yesterday, he could not fell asleep and greatly aroused. It was weird. He did not know why that happened. He tried sucking the milk…
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“All of you, wake up!” Bartrem shouted with a stern face. Both hands on his back. Aldred immediately wake up from his sweet, delicious, creamy, steamy dream. His comrades and Mary woke up too. Bartrem strode in between the beds. His steps stomped the ground. Aldred rubbed his eyes. What happened? Why did he seem so angry? Did Pharder do something again? “I only have one question.” He pointed at the ceiling. “Who the hell made that hole?” “We don’t know sir,” Bartrem snorted.…
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“I will go look for other blacksmiths later,” Bartrem said. “What I need now is a healing potion. The wounds they suffered won’t heal.” Aldred looked at his comrades who had their shoulders wrapped in bandages. His godly eyes told him that some strange substances are gnawing at the wound. He frowned. That substance looked familiar. “Bartrem, can you show me the ointment that you gave them earlier?” Bartrem thought he should teach the boy about military ethics. It was strictly said that…
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Aldred was disappointed that he did not do much to help. If he wasn’t freezing in fear earlier, he could have helped more. If he’d controlled his undead, he could have helped his ally when Pressure Platoon I tried to sabotage their operation. Suddenly, the enemy army roared for a retreat. The left-wing had been penetrated and rounded to the back of the enemy. That made them panic and in disarray. The army did not chase them as they ran to the west. Their target was the outpost located south of the…
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Bartrem opened the door to the barrack. “Square up!” The soldiers get out of their bed and quickly don their armor before lining up. Bartrem noticed some sluggishness in their movement. “What’s wrong with you, soldier?” He noticed black bags under their eyes. “For the hair of my armpit. I told you to sleep properly yesterday. Go now! Wash your face and gather at the field!” “Yes, sir!” The soldiers exited the door with a jog. Bartrem turned his eyes and looked at Aldred about to leave…
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Aldred lay on one of the bed before Bartrem and Mary entered the barrack. “Are you comfortable, Aldred?” Mary asked. It wasn’t as comfortable as his bed in the floating castle, but it was better than the cold and hard brick that he used to slept on in his past life. “I am comfortable.” “Comfort is not our first priority as a soldier,” Bartrem started. “I hope you keep that in mind.” Aldred smiled with a sigh. As a homeless, comfort wasn’t his first priority either. He would sleep…
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Aldred entered the barrack for Pressure Platoon II. Because Bartrem was only a knight, he could only lead one platoon consisting of fifty squires. In this empire, all official soldiers were considered squires. If they had competence and skills, they would be promoted to a knight. Squires were trained since they were a child. Generally, they were the sons of a knight. These children would learn how to become a soldier from their fathers. Unlike the modern world where people could go to school learn what…
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Ceraisian Empire was located in a super continent called Coureroy. It was home for many races; Vampire, Aarakocra, Bugbear, Lizardfolk, and many more. Each race had their own nation, and generally they avoided war with each other. Especially against the human. Humans had the never-ending thirst for achievement. After they got one, they asked for two, after they got two, they asked for four. Their relentless strive for greatness was something the other races avoided. They didn’t want to become the trophy…
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Aldred woke up on Mary’s lap. The sky was bright with the sun shining on the sky. Clouds passed with birds chirping in the distance. Mary caressed his head as she controlled the horse pulling the carriage. “You’ve woke up.” Aldred nodded and sat up. “Thank you for saving me. I don’t know what I would do without you.” He said his thanks to her. Even though she captured her and brought her to the throne hall, it was her job in the first place, yet the fact that she saved him couldn’t be…
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Aldred lay on the grass as the fresh morning air blew his black hair away. Caressing his face was a slender smooth hand. Mary caressed the boy’s head like he was her child. She didn’t know why she felt this way. It was unthinkable, unimaginable even. But she couldn’t hold this feeling of love. “Mother,” Aldred called in his sleep. Mary knew the boy wasn’t calling for her. Yet her heart trembled nonetheless. “Yes, dear,” she replied with the tone of a mother. She still didn’t understand…
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