Jennifer Davis
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A few months ago. Sylvester had gone to find Sir Dolorem to ask what he should do with the annoying Bishop Norman. Despite being offered help, he wished to resolve the matter himself. So he first tried to understand why a mentor in the school could blatantly show favoritism. "There are a few reasons, Master Maximilian," said Sir Dolorem. "He is a Bishop, and if he's connected to the Riveria royal family, then that means he has the whole might of the Riveria Kingdom backing him. "Riveria is the…-
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"...24 points, failed!" 'What? I nearly died and completed an S-ranked quest indirectly, and not to mention I'm the best in this class at most of the magic elements. How can I fail?" Sylvester was shocked and angered at this result. He knew there was more to it than what meets the eye. So he quickly got up and asked, "Archpriest, can you give me a division of marks?" Archpriest Edmund looked at the parchment in his hand and asked, "Are you sure? I can give it to you later." "No, I want to hear it."…
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That day, there were no classes for the Favored Ones. Instead, they were instructed to remain in their dorms and recover since many of them were injured or exhausted. Sylvester didn't go home and stayed behind to talk with the boys. They seemed too shaken by the deaths, as it was understandable since they did not have experiences of two lifetimes. "Who else died?" Markus asked. "Nobody knows, but I did not see Henry Rockwell, so I guess he's one of them," Gabriel responded dejectedly. Felix sighed in…
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"When did you find the time to take his eye? And I didn't even notice he had one fake." Sylvester asked. "When you kicked him, I took his eye. You said all shiny things are money, so I took." Miraj revealed his nefarious plans, which were a result of miscommunication. Sylvester sighed and put the whole thing at the back of his mind. "Time will teach you what is valuable and what is not. Let's eat some good food for now." The two boys sat alone in the house, one fully naked and one-half naked. There was…
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45. Results! "Turn the stagecoach around!" Sir Dolorem ordered the two reinsmen. Sylvester was annoyed, however. "Are we going to fight them now?" "No, it will never come to that, Master Maximilian. You will know when you will see it. No kingdom can claim Goldstown at this moment." So as ordered, their little procession turned around and headed to Goldstown, right behind the small military unit of 12 knights. Since they were merely a few hundred meters away from the town, they reached the place fairly…
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[Memoirs of Sir Dolorem It has been six days, and Sylvester has still not woken up. By the grace of Solis, he is medically sound, but the Solarium exhaustion has taken a toll on his mind. Inquisitor High Lord has returned to the Holy Land, but the healers are here, keeping a strict eye. I regret what happened, and if I knew he would go this far for me, I would have rejected the late Archbishop Lucas's order. This boy, merely eight, who should be enjoying his childhood carelessly, under our protection, is…
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How much time had passed? It was unknown. How much time was left before his demise? Sylvester did not know this either. What he did know was that his hands looked like a skeleton, and the exit was close by. They had been crawling at snail speed for so long that their actions were robotic now. Sylvester kept focusing on the shield, not allowing the creature to touch them. Miraj was exhausted, yet he kept pulling Sir Dolorem. The three were utterly drained and wished to do nothing but rest after getting…
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This was too big of a revelation that made no sense to Sylvester. But nevertheless, the various memories of Sir Dolorem passionately talking about his family recurred in his mind. "What? Have you gone senile?" Sir Dolorem firmly looked him in the eye and replied. "They died seven years ago when you were merely one year old. Died in a riot between factions of two men who wished to become the Town's Chief—burnt alive in their sleep at home. I-I see Nicolas in you… and I can't see you die too. So…
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The bitterness was so strong that he could not even think straight. His mind had gone numb, and his vision turned blurry. The thing was behind him. He knew it was too close. And, knowing that it eats the heads of the victims, this was the worst possible situation. 'I… let's hope this works.' He knew that moving his hands might cause the creature to attack, so instead of taking that risk, he started chanting hymns to create the light halo behind his head in the hopes that it would force the creature…
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Sylvester tried to think of every scenario that could be going on inside the cave. He tried to think what would happen if he went in there. But half of his mind told him not to go because it wasn't worth it. But then the other half reminded him that Sir Dolorem was a loyal man, and the only reason the latter was in this town was because of him, even if it was a duty for the man. 'But I can't be held responsible for his choices, I warned him, but he accepted the task to go. So whatever happens to him now…
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