Jennifer Davis
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"Raven, quick! Pack your bags. We are leaving!" Gabriel rushed into his room, locked the door, and ordered his sister. His heart was beating faster than ever in his life, but at least he liked to believe that he'd be safe inside the school. He was not as worried about Romel's death as he was about what his best friend would do to keep him quiet. He was not dumb enough to run around shouting what he saw, but he wondered if Sylvester would even give him a chance to speak. "W-What? But you said I can live…
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There was a moment of silence. The air felt particularly heavier all of a sudden. In an instant, it increased Sylvester's mental burden. Gabriel backed his steps slowly as he found no mercy or guilt in Sylvester's eyes. Those eyes didn't belong to a sane man, so all his mind told him was to leave—so he ran. "Fuck!" Sylvester threw Romel's body aside and ordered Miraj. "Chonky, eat!" Miraj hated eating flesh because it was one of the things that never came back out, but he didn't argue and quickly used…
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"Nice fight, I knew you would win, so I bet on you." Markus entered their resting room and helped take off the armor. "I bet on Max too." Gabriel followed in soon. The lack of faith in him hurt Felix. "Why? We are both similarly ranked." "Yes, but the same can't be said about the head. We all know Sylvester. He's a sly fox, slowly planning, waiting to strike, and you fall for it." Gabriel made an observation. Felix sneered annoyedly. "Yeah yeah, our mighty Max, the schemer. And Gabriel, what the hell…
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____________________ "This year! Amidst all the Knights and Wizards, we have something special as the beginning performance of the yearly Martial Tourney. Two young God's Favored Candidates, two young men with the potential of one day becoming Platinum Knight—Shall fight today!" Under the bright sunlight and soothing breeze, the enormous Guild Peninsula arena filled to the brim with tens of thousands of spectators, roared with thunderous screams of cheers. "Let the war drums roll!" The announcer…
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"Deacon Sylvester Maximilian is required to see His Holiness at six! Please accept this invitation letter, Brighter Mother." It was still too early in the morning, but it seemed people at the highest office did not sleep. Xavia took the letter that summoned Sylvester. She quickly ran into Sylvester's room and woke all the boys up. "What did you do? Is this because of the ranking? Or did you misbehave?" She asked. It was expected for a mother to worry when the supposed strongest being in the world called…
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'A cripple? Damn my luck.' Sylvester cursed silently. Ever since he was born, the only good thing that happened was that he had a very high talent. Other than that, there had been no easy games for him. Being bullied by a mentor, almost dying to a dark creature in a cave, heck, he was even almost burnt in the first month of his life. "Should I go to him to learn after school is over?" Sylvester asked. "That depends on what profession you take as that will define your ability to travel. You could become…
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This was the first time Sylvester was getting to see so much economic activity. The last time he went to the capital of Gracia Kingdom, he was a month old and slept most of the time. After that, he never entered the city and bypassed it to reach his destination. The festival appeared to be something straight out of some fantasy. He just felt much more connected and comfortable walking around now. There were shops selling souvenirs, robes, pendants, food, and books. There were also a few blacksmiths, but…
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The world considered the five heroes of the thousand-year war to be legends. Their weapons, armor, or anything related to them was a treasure of the Church. So the fact that Sylvester got the spear that belonged to one of them could not have been the work of someone low-ranking. "The Pope?" Sylvester exclaimed. "This is likely because of your contribution. Because of what you did, we got Norman's confession, and he revealed the names of many high-level spies in the Church. As we speak, they are either…
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"What the… who sent me this?" Sylvester picked up the item from the wooden case. It appeared to be a spear, a very artistically made one with gold plating at the end and on the middle of the blade of the spear. It was narrow, with the top and the sides made of sharp steel, while its center was golden. Not only that, there appeared to be a blue ribbon attached to it. "C-Can I touch it?" Felix suddenly exclaimed as his face appeared to be struck by lightning, his eyes opened wide, and his breathing…
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Sylvester was still with one arm tied with thick dressings. He was called for an interview by the investigators to record his statements. As he entered the dimly lit room, he noticed a long wooden table at one end of the room, behind which Marshals sat, each wearing standard robes with a rank plate of Master Wizard or Golden Knight. There was also the Inquisitor High Lord, surprisingly. The man was menacingly standing at the right corner of the room as if a statue. "Deacon Sylvester, tell us what…
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