Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Aurora Capital Ols was a city permeating with a sweet scent that sometimes felt cloying.
Outside its magnificent city walls was a long line of carriages coming from the Austine Empire, Knight Kingdom Pendor, and Country of Scholars Brolne. Through the carriage windows, one could see excited couples leaning on one another as they relished in the breathtaking scenery. Delighted chuckles could be heard every now and then.
The nobles from the Austine Empire still showed some self-restraint, but those from the more liberal Pendor and Brolne openly hugged one another, some even going a step further. The scent of hormones was so overpowering that one could almost see a slight hint of pink being carried into the city with the breeze.
There were just two carriages in the queue that looked so out of place that it was impossible not to stare at them.
If the others were embraced by a lovey-dovey atmosphere, those two carriages were covered in a dark aura of resentment. It felt like something bad would happen if one were to get involved with them.
One of these carriages was guarded by brown-cloaked guards. An auburn-haired woman sat on the coachmanβs position, fiddling irritably with the reins. The maid sitting next to her let out a helpless sigh for the umpteenth time.
The other carriage was guarded by white-cloaked guards. It was being driven by a golden-haired woman, who glared at the magnificent city walls with razor-sharp eyes.
Half a month had passed since Nora and Charlotte received that taunting letter. They had mobilized all of the trustworthy subordinates under their command and rushed to this city of lovers as fast as they could, even sacrificing their rest for the sake of it.
Charlotte brought her personal maid, Grace Cadin, with her.
Nora dragged with her the subject she favored for his merit in relaying the live broadcast of her kiss with Roel to Alicia, Bishop Philip.
Other than that, they also brought their elite followers with them, numbering over a hundred people in total. It was quite a formidable procession that
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