Jessica Robinson
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"You're Alcer, are ya!?" By now, Alcer felt like he was back in the jungle, with enemies in waiting all along his hunting paths at all times, in search of a moment of weakness. Every time he thought he was safe, with his home in view, someone would jump him from nowhere. However, when the veteran turned around, he found that this particular enemy didn't look too threatening. A burly man had been waiting around the corner of Alcer's house until someone had entered the yard. Now that the home's…-
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When Alcer left the promenade for the side road that led back to his familiar neighborhood again, he breathed a deep sigh of relief. Finally, he was back home. At once, he felt the pressure in his head and chest ease. However, he was still troubled by the meeting in the ale house. Even after he had spent his entire walk back in thought, he still hadn't come to a decision. While he felt like he deserved to own the business he had built by his own so far, he also wanted to help Kyunya get back on his…
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As Kyunya's story continued, the atmosphere around the table became heavier and heavier. Just in time, the flippant blacksmith chimed in again. "Well, we handled the war just fine in the end, even without you," he joked. "Wait, you were in the army as well, Mallku?" a surprised Alcer asked. Before, when he had been introduced as a war hero by Killari, the blacksmith hadn't said a thing. Yet now, he no longer hid his achievements for some reason. "Of course. Fourteenth Infantry Division, Private…
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Inside the 'Tipsy Tradesmen', Alcer was shocked by Mallku's sudden invitation towards the man in the corner. Before Alcer could rue his decision, the aforementioned drunkard, who had been slumped in the corner of the ale house up until now, had already stood up and staggered up to his and Mallku's table. "What do you want now, you rube?" he asked. " I just had a lie down and you are bothering me again already." Although the stench from his mouth unmistakably labeled him as a drunk, his voice was…
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"Killari! How good to see you!" Alcer shouted, happy to meet his friend again after more than half a year. Back in the day, the two of them had been comrades, who had fought together during the war against the central kingdom. However, ever since Killari lost a few fingers in the war, he had been forced to retire from the army. As a result, they hadn't met since the start of the war. Though despite his injury, Killari had at least found new work as a police officer. Even now, he wore the uniform of…
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The sharp smell of gunpowder covered his nose, like a snowy blanket over his surroundings. A constant, steady noise filled his ears, like endless waves made by humans and machines. The brown mud of the trenches and the light gray of the insurmountable walls in the distance drew in his eyes, like an inescapable whirlpool. His entire being was enveloped by familiar senses. Alcer was back on the battlefield. Confused, he stared around, while his cold, wet, dirty hands clutched around his rifle's stock,…
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As the budgetary meeting continued, Corco got increasingly upset by their weak financial situation. Why had he spent so many years improving his country's income when they still ran out as soon as he wanted to spend a little. Annoyed, he questioned Brym. Surely, his money-hungry ward was exaggerating their problems. "I don't see how we have so little money," the king began. "I know the war was expensive, but it's not like we won't have any money coming in for next year. I mean, we now control an…
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Inside Rapra Castle, the year-end summary of the southern kingdom's government continued. Once Fadelio had organized his thoughts, Brym was given the floor once again, to continue his account of the accounts. "As previously stated, crop yields are up by 7%, mostly due to an increase in the total area of farmland. For the next year, we can expect this trend to continue. The incentives we have put in place for the local farmers — reduced taxes for every piece of unclaimed wilderness they convert into…
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A familiar pillow pressed against Corco's back. At last, the King of the South could sink back into his familiar seat, with the familiar desk of his familiar study in front of him. As far as he was concerned, he would have loved to just close his eyes and enjoy the long-lost sensation in quiet for a bit. However, there was no time to lose. As always, things needed his attention, and people presented him with problems he had to solve for them. Thus, he once again focused on Fadelio, who had been…
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As Corco's wife stared back at him through her own mirror across the room, with her enticing eyes, Corco felt impulsive again. Though just as he turned around to continue their previous activities, Sumaci seemed to notice his plans and tried to change the topic. "Right, let's go over the itinerary one more time, in case you forget," she said as she turned towards him as well. At the same time, Corco walked up to her. "I never forget anything, my dear student," he said, while holding her hand.…
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