Eyes followed two girls and their pet as they walked the streets of Kerta. They made for a nice contrast between their choice of clothing. On one hand, the wood elf looked royal in her white and gold cloth armor. The other had a rough, slutty edge to her Continue Reading →
Reality… Everyone claims they live in reality, and condemn any alternates. In the past, video games were seen as a way to escape reality. But now, the lines are not so clear. If a man can eat, sleep, feel pain, fall in love or hate, are those not real? Must Continue Reading →
Tl/n (CSV): Apparently, Subak had already translated 106 and simply didn’t publish it. You can thank Subak for this chapter. ‘Roan Tale?’ ‘Tale?’ ‘Wasn’t he a commoner?’ The nobles all frowned. And Deni Von Rinse also had a strange facial expression. Simon realized that and quickly opened his mouth.
At that moment, in his mind, Bastian was facing a dilemma. He was not sure just how much Tino could be trusted, nor was he sure enough that she would be able to execute the plans he had in mind. At times like those however, there was only one option, Continue Reading →
“Young master, I hope we have made the right decision.” “Of course we have, or rather to be honest, we had no choice in this issue.”
When Bastian had gotten all the information he could get out of Li, he left the space, only to see Kenshin standing in front of the door like a statue, paying Bastian no mind whatsoever.
When Bastian heard Tino’s voice through Kenshin’s link, he felt like he had been struck by lightning. Kenshin could feel a slight disturbance from Bastian’s side, but now was not the time to split focus on such a thing, for the spell he was using used up much of his Continue Reading →
Shasha, Bastian, Kai and Kenshin walked back to Shasha’s abode in silence. Bastian had received word telepathically from Kenshin that they had no need to hide from their pursuers for now. Shasha was in a bad mood which made the air heavy.
In a restaurant, within a private room, sat Shasha, Kai and some guests. Shasha had intended to enjoy the string of victories that his fighters had brought for him, which resulted in him, effectively securing the financial success of his home. However he had received some unexpected guests.
At times often like this one, warriors would be given the opportunity to sit among the spectators and observe the proceedings, but Bastian always chose otherwise. He couldn’t care less who won what.