Linda Smith
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>SLAM< The door echoed in its closure as Elian stepped out, a faint smile lingering despite the abruptness of their conversation's end. Reflecting on the brief interaction, he realized its immense impact, even in its brevity. It was like a splash of cold water on a sleepy mind, jolting him to recognize the limitations in his thinking. He found it ironic that he had intended to pass off the dungeon problem to his mother, only to realize that not only would he need to handle it himself, but that this…-
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Elian's world tilted. He shot to his feet, eyes wide with shock. "WHAT?!" The question hung in the air, though rhetorical. Elian hoped against hope for a "Just kidding" from Julia, but her serious, neutral expression quashed any such expectation. He didn't doubt her words for a second. He knew his mother well. But then Elian thought of the earlier conversation. Maybe not that much but well enough to know that she isn't one to do such jokes or useless talk. Julia has always been someone…
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"..." Elian was so stunned by the discovery of his mother's aloofness that he remained silent for several minutes, seemingly lost in his thoughts. Julia, still sitting directly in front of her son, didn't say a word either and continued to watch him. She looked at her son with no sign of impatience despite the long silence. In fact, there was a subtle smile on her face, as if she was enjoying the moment. However, her mood wasn't shared by everyone in the room, as Sylv couldn't stand the awkward…
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Elian, of course, was referring to the nobles. After all, who else could it be? He'd always harbored a deep aversion to their inflated self-importance, their belief in a supposed superior lineage based solely on social standing. Though his own Thorne family held considerable influence, comparable to Count families or even Dukes, their main power, the Thorne army, resided outside the kingdom, guarding its southern borders. Despite this, Elian never felt superior to anyone. He understood that family…
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"Elian, how about you spend these three months learning medicine?" The voice paused before continuing, "With your intellect and my tutelage, you are guaranteed to be the most skilled healer in this Kingdom within three months." Elian then looked towards the origin of the voice, three meters left of Julia. There was no one there, but Elian could somehow see a feminine silhouette. That's pretty much all he could see. "So you can really see me, huh," Sylv said. When he woke up, she clearly felt him…
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??? Soul oath??? ? Soul? ???Name | Isabella??? ???Race | Human + N/A??? ???Existence Level | Lowe? ???Soul Quality | Medioc? ? Terms? ???N/A??? ? Time Limit? ???N/A??? ? Enforcer? ???N/A??? ? Ongoing Contract? Elian still had his eyes fixed on the prompt, as if looking for something he had overlooked before. But the more he looked, the more questions he had. The main questions were: "Is this prompt really the soul oath?" This question might be stupid, but as…
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Five minutes had elapsed since Elian had found himself alone in the reception room, his mind still preoccupied with the weighty matters at hand. The tranquility of the room was abruptly broken when the door creaked open, and a maid stepped into the room. She positioned herself discreetly beside the door, her eyes occasionally darting towards Elian, stealing furtive glances at the young man. Elian couldn't ignore the maid's persistent presence and turned his gaze towards her. He promptly surmised that…
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'F*ck' Elian cursed in his mind as he realized his Karma Point Balance was in the negative. The prospect of buying new knowledge now seemed like a distant dream, and he wasn't even sure that he could even afford to purchase a math book. He immediately needed to find a way to increase this balance; otherwise, he might as well die choking on tofu. 'Let's table that for later,' Elian contemplated, wary that continuing down that train of thought might lead him into a bout of depression. However, he…
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Thorne's Reception Room. Inside the Thornes' reception room, four individuals occupied the space. Standing near the entrance was a maid, the same one who had guided the guests to this room. She had just entered, carrying refreshments. Elian, his expression devoid of any emotion, sat on a sofa facing the other two individuals, a table separating them. Unlike the other two, who were visibly anxious, Elian seemed unfazed, a reflection of his weariness from the tumultuous week he had endured. Just as…
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Thorne's reception room. In the welcoming reception room, a collection of plush sofas forms an inviting arrangement, encouraging conversation and relaxation. Positioned thoughtfully, the assortment of comfortable seating creates an atmosphere of warmth and conviviality. Amidst the sofas, several coffee tables stand, offering convenient surfaces for placing drinks or cherished items, fostering an air of ease and comfort. While the walls boast no paintings, the room comes to life with the presence of…
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