Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 298: Not Your Mother
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 220: Elder
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1126- Choose or be chosen
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1125- Sudden Collapse
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 593: Uncle and Nephew (5)
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 297: I'm Just a Child
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 219: Attraction
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1124- Are you kidding
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 923: Interference
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1123- Finding help
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 592: Uncle and Nephew (4)
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 19: Rat Stampede! The Monsters Are Sieging!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 296: Thirteen
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 218: History
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1122- Breaking Free
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 922: Duel
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1121- Black Mist Formation
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 591: Uncle and Nephew (3)
“Her name is Alicia. She’ll be your little sister from now on, Roel.”
In a lavishly decorated room stood a handsome, yet frail-looking, middle-aged man. He held on to the hand of a silver-haired girl as he introduced her to a well-dressed, black-haired boy who stood before him.
The middle-aged man was known as Carter Ascart, a marquess of the Saint Mesit Theocracy. Aside from serving as the Chief Magician of the Holy Knight Order, he was also the patriarch of the illustrious Ascart House. He was also Roel Ascart’s father, the stunned ten-year-old boy standing before him at this exact moment.
Roel Ascart was the sole son of the Ascart House. He had dignified facial features and a head of slightly long black hair. Standing just under 1.5 meters tall, he was on the shorter end among the nobles of this country. His skinny physique also revealed his lack of physical training. However, the noble education that he had undergone from a young age gave him a composed and quiet disposition, which gave most people a reasonably good first impression of him.
This, however, was nothing but an empty facade.
In truth, Roel was infamous as a little tyrant. Young as he was, he had a long list of misdeeds to his name. Even the servants of the marquess’ house would pale whenever his name was mentioned.
And it was this little tyrant who currently stared at the young girl who was soon to become his adopted sister. The golden eyes, which he inherited from his mother, narrowed tightly, and his complexion looked awful. His body was as stiff as the sculpture standing tall above the water fountain in his family’s garden.
“Roel, what are you doing? You’re scaring her!”
Noticing Alicia cowering behind him with a frightened expression under the pressure from Roel’s intense gaze, the middle-aged man howled at his troublemaker of a son.
Your looks are your only redeeming feature, and even they’re ruined when you act like an arrogant little villain!
Do you have to behave in such a manner?
I know that Alicia is beautiful, but you’re the son of a mar
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