Jennifer Smith
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Andrew Keining, the 16th son of Prince Keining - the ruler of the Keining Principality, exhaled a deep breath of relief as he jogged down the gravel road with his retainers in tow. "So it was a gold-silver plate. Thank the Strong," he said. "What more do you know of them, Hesha?" The sight mage in his employ, a young woman of only 35 years with a full head of braided brown hair, nodded. "He's a foxkin with nine tails, marred by three awakenings. Blue for Sky, purple for Darkness, and black for…-
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Seeing his status first felt like the right move. It was quicker to go over, even if he did like to look at the massive amount of MP and HP he'd gained solely from the lesser eldritch horror for tens of minutes at a time. Pushing those memories right back into his fifteenth mental puzzle where all of his unwanted memories belonged, he began going through the skills that had ranked up over the last five months as well as the new skills. Going down his skill list, the first was his brand new…
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"Lone!" Soph exclaimed upon seeing him return to the store portion of the building with Rella behind him. "Y-You used freeform lightning magic... why?" Lone thought for a moment and replied, "His wishes superseded my own, and I didn't want to leave a wound." Breena looked back and forth between Lone and Soph in confusion. "Lightning magic? Wishes?" "Gramps didn't want to die in his sleep," was all Lone said before he took one last look around the store he used to work in and then left the…
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Lone looked down at the hand that had stopped him. "Something wrong, Thron?" The prison guard stayed silent for a bit before he scrunched up his face and said, "Ah misjudged ya. When ya came in 'ere 'alf ah year ago, ah thought ye were some disgustin' animal keen tae steal the culture ah others." Lone pursed his lips. "Eh, that's only wrong in that I wanted to share in the culture, not steal it. Well, and the fact I'm not an animal." Thron snorted. "Aye, aye... Ye've changed ma view ah ya. Ah'm…
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"And you're sure you don't mind acting as an arbiter when needed, Guildmaster Elksworth?" Lossa Redtail, Matriarch of the Crimson Foxkin Clan, asked respectfully. Gilbert nodded his head. "It's the least I can do after how considerate you've been to me, my apprentice, and her uncle." " Gilbert took a seat in his new residence at the Crimson Foxkin Clan and exhaled a tired sigh. "Despite being rather young myself for a dragonkin, I foolishly let myself see a young pup of a fox as a son of sorts.…
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Lone had contacted Soph and told her it was safe to return. Once she was back at camp with Hamish and Breena in tow, and shortly following some warm soup had filled her belly, she passed out. The toll of teleporting for three days straight, half of which with an S-ranker prisoner was finally catching up to the short woman. "Poor wee thing's exhausted, eh?" Hamish snickered. "Ah'm gonna catch some beauty sleep anaw." "I guess you'll never be waking up then considering your situation," Lone replied…
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"What are you?!" Sheelda screamed as her mind raced. That shouldn't have been possible. Sure, she had earned most of her levels and rank-ups peacefully, but she could still best nigh almost any C-ranker in existence just based on the stat difference alone. Hell, even most B-rankers didn't stand a chance against her unless they were hyper-combat-oriented. It was only when it came to A-rankers that was she likely to lose a fight. This wasn't even a fight. This was a one-sided beatdown but the victim…
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"How, oh how, are you alive?" Zel muttered to himself from within his private chambers back in his personal pocket dimension known as Ardetia, which resided within the 14th Blasphemous Hell. He had his legs kicked up on a table as a part of his consciousness watched the actions of a certain Golden Foxkin. By all accounts, the strapping young fellow should be dead. Not a single one of the proper precautions needed to avoid death by infernal flame exposure was in place at that rustic little roadside…
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Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding... The rhythmic sound of metal slamming into stone and metal alike was the first thing Soph's senses picked up as she awoke. It wasn't a close sound but it also wasn't distant. It originated perhaps 50 or so metres from her. She yawned as she stretched a bit and opened her eyes. "Good morning Lone..." She looked around with bleary eyes when the information her Mana Sensing had been collecting fully processed in her mind. "Wha...?" Soph slowly clambered out of her…
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The moment Lone's consciousness had returned, he sprung up and made sure Soph was okay. She appeared asleep but that couldn't have been true. Sophie would have been mentally on watch and would have detected the devil before trying to wake him immediately as she had done with the assassin not too long ago. "Your friends are under a simple sleeping spell of mine. Trust me, if I could have killed them, I would have," a silky smooth voice flowed into Lone and Soph's tent. "Would you come out and talk to…
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